MY WORLD

"If you can feel your inner music, inner truth, inner faith, inner love, inner hope, you will start recognizing it around you. The whole universe will change for you because you have changed. And whatsoever you feel within, now will be felt all around. The world remains the same; but when you change, everything changes. With you, your universe becomes different. If you are rooted in the divine, the whole existence is rooted in the divine. If you are rooted in evil, the whole universe is a hell. It depends on you. It is you, magnified." ~The New Alchemy, Osho

You  came n you went,  like a silent blizzard, a foggy winter with a thousand and one lies  and a heart broken in splinters                             Rest well young one, For all that arrives plans to leave, Everything is in constant motion Journey of whose never seize The question is till when~ So, tell me o seeker, What that one had brought , What springs in your heart, For even the rain brings the water Every pain builds you stronger You talk about the marks, all the scars it had left, But all the talks are worthless,  it's the silence I had felt, What layers had you shed Tell me- What beauty do you see... What presence do you feel, The thirst that you now seek~ Tell me, What has melt in thee, For love is the sea It is the way, and the one that merges, For language says nothing, And Knowledge only collects  Only love brings you there Till you feel it everywhere~

I bow to the source within you...

It was through you love came to me, no matter how much hurt u have in stored, now...  these eyes will shed tears of gratitude only, for- It is through you that I'll meet the ultimate for- It is through you that I'll merge with the sea~ You showed me the song in the silence you showed me the dance of the divine~ so, still I weave in my own myth Still, I light this candle of love so let me melt  let me love...

L isten,   for the night is young.  R emain-  this moment demands your undivided attention, Amidst the hustle and bustle, the street in constant motion,  you find something that is silent,  that is watching,  is still and unstirring. open yourself and watch how the world unfolds it's been longing,  it's been waiting  slow and silent.

And baby u can never know how you inspire me, how your dreams continue to penetrate me....  never can you know the pain in my sweet embrace, behind my searching eyes, the long waits,   No, the whiff of my essence can never get to you, never touch you, for you roam in the mundane, u are bound to the mud, to your afflictions.  For you can't even dance in the beat of your own heart.... but oh how your silence weaves in a new song in me, stirs a new thirst for  life and a reason for me to be..tears me down and lifts me up.  Sometimes I wonder if it;s really you or is it something greater I see in you, something divine working through you~

L et it stay... all those moments,let them be just as we remember~ the touch, the sensations,  the feelings and the emotions, let those remain... that sweet aroma-burning and blistering ... his presence like an ocean surging inside, like some disease was festering, a spark was manifesting... such a smile, just look at those twinkle in his eyes,  a voice so gentle tainted with lies... that kiss of deception, oh but how he was an exception, the players and the innocent... the calculated movements... and all those webs of illusions... let them remain. that bleak winter evening, silent and screaming. the broken glasses, the smoke and the ashes, the flames of fury-sweetest morsel of her insanity, twisting and turning- all attempts failing raspy and hoarse was his voice -all shaking how his joy he wondered  was all fading for stronger than lover's love is the lover's hate insufferable is the pain they gave the bitters

A nd there she was all broken and beaten, lost in a world she doesn't belong, with her shattered heart again splintered into pieces... torn and tarnished, she stood there listless, lifeless. Then one morning she saw the dews falling, the rays sipping in her warm bed, the silk dancing in the breeze ,she witnessed how colors came to life...how it filled her in.  A distant tune starts playing, a beat so foreign, a rhythm so alive, and suddenly her empty heart starts beating, her feet is dreaming, she closes her eyes and let it go, she lets her dissolve in that melody, in that beauty, to remain as a distant story, dancing and rejoicing...a distant melody- fresh and flowing... Life, how can I complain when every form of you is so colourful, every encounters more beautiful , how you find new ways to fill me with gratitude.

"A loneness and silence are two aspects of one experience, two sides of the same coin. If one wants to experience silence one has to go into one’s total aloneness. We are born alone, we die alone. Between these two realities we create a thousand and one illusions of being together- all kinds of relationships, friends and enemies, loves and hates, nations, races, religions. We create all kinds of hallucinations just to avoid one fact: that we are alone. But whatsoever we do, the truth cannot be changed. It is so, and rather than trying to escape from it, the best way is to rejoice in it. Rejoicing in your own aloneness is what meditation is all about. The meditator is one who dives deep into one´s aloneness, knowing that we are born alone, we will be dying alone, and deep down we are living alone. So why not experience what this aloneness is? It is our very nature, our very being. Osho, The Sound of One Hand Clapping