The submerged Sun

Submerged in the Ocean,
the Sun loses it's identity.
Melting in the waves,
yet not seeing the shore.
The monikers run dry of hope,
yet see their destiny.
Twisted and interloped,
with those at bay.
The submerged Sun can be conquered by all,
those who see the Sun in themselves,
yet see the moon as shining on it's own.
For someone to shine,
it takes reflection.
Reflect the beauty around,
and shine like the stars.
Be magnanimous as the ocean,
and submerge a million Suns.
The reality plays hide and seek,
within the realm of the Stars and Oceans.

The moment

Seek no more your destiny,
chase no more your dreams.
You have arrived at the Heavenly gates,
where Peace and Joy reside.
To quench your Soul,
you need nothing else.
Just be what you are,
and stay where you are.
You have the power to stretch,
this moment to infinity.
Amen!

The Prayer

Make your mind so silent,
that you can listen to your heartbeat.
Make your mind so supple,
that it slips out of ego's hands.
Make wonder your staple diet,
so that you enjoy the beauty each moment
And make your intentions so divine
that each act is a prayer.
Amen!

Mysteries

Mercy of the heavens misses no one,
it showers blessings on all
The Grace of the Divine is not partial to anyone,
it blesses one and all.
Yet the mysteries of the Universe,
confound a few
Creating a wonder unbelievable,
birthing a life long search
To unlock the mysteries,
one needs to go deep.
Deep into the recesses of the Soul
where the Divine rests.
Enjoying it's creation
while hiding in His lair.

Joy of the Divine

The fount of heaven is showering Joy upon me,
soothing my soul and quenching my heart's thirst.
The lotus blooms are smiling from heaven,
mimicking the laughter of the Angels
The world is bowing at my feet,
genuflecting in reverence.
The Divine in me is smiling too,
for it is bowing to itself.

Counting the souls

Do not count the souls
or anything else
For All That IS is
It's the only One
Do you want to count
the illusions?
Counting itself is an illusion
Be the One and Know the illusion,
the counting will become immaterial

Hearts and waves

Lay bare your wounds
for the waves to wash away
At the beach of Love,
hearts come to rid of pain
Ensconced in the sun rays,
bereft of the anger and hurt once contained in them
The hearts are born anew
and brought ashore by loving waves
Carried by Angels to the shore,
flawlessly each time
The Almighty watches this from above,
sending silent blessings to the torrid souls
The waves don't cease healing
and the hearts don't stop bleeding
Till they are filled,
with Almighty's Divine Love