from a young see thru sky
reborn is the universe at large
even birds singing this same Melody over and over
your body is in tune with mystic realistic forces
let the Spirit too be in tune so.
Love will surely burst u wide open…
Light will someday split u open…
Even if your life is now a cage…
…Little by little, You will turn into stars…
Little by little, you will turn into
the Whole sweet amorous universe.
Love will surely burst u wide open
into an unfettered, booming new galaxy…
…You will become so free
in a wonderful, secret…
and pure love that flows…
from a conscious, one-pointed, Infinite light.
Even then, my dear, the Beloved will have fulfilled…
just a fraction, just a fraction!
of a promise He wrote upon your heart.
For a Divine seed, the crown of Destiny,
is hidden and sown on an ancient, fertile plain
you hold the title to!
O look again within yourself,
For I know you were once the elegant host
to all marvels in creation.
When your soul begins…
…to ever bloom and laugh
And spin in Eternal Ecstasy.
[by sufi poet Hazif]
Night is over ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
enthusiasm to the new day to start
each second is a full day~~~~~~~~
Pearls bangles are the most precious~~~
luminous smile from the urban fragrance
Skyword i look~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
beneath my feet the freedom of the new world~~~~~~~
i love you immensely: this is the only thing i am sure of
another boon around the wristles~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
it s ivory in color and makes a lot of sense to evrybody.
look at these feet
they can belong to a woman
or to a man
they are eternal feet
they can be of an Indian
or of a Chinese
They can be of an European
or of an African
They can be of an American
or even of an Inuit
They are universal feet.
Pleasing the feet, refreshing them into the heart
Bowing to the feet, never forgettin these feet.
into your motherly heart
from there anywhere
we can go.
[discovered more haiku form this author ]
I want to smell like roses, lilies, daisies and fresias…
All the flowers of the whole world
I want to become fresh and travel in the air
Spreading everywhere in the atmosphere, in the smog, in the cool air
and in the humid weather
In every place where there are breathing people
So that they can smell the flavor of my bouquet
And start dancing while following it with their nose
I want their brain get sparkles of this smell from inside out
And the neurons start moving on the fragrant notes
Of the new enlightened awareness
The pure smell of the universe
The fragrance of the One
Did you ever dance for a whole hour in the heavy rain?
Did you ever move in the dark at the rhythm of the dolak?
Have you ever been in Paradise where the elettricity went off
where the divine thunders as divine necklesses did decorate the sky like real diamonds,
where thousands of angel lightly swirl in the atmosphere singing and clapping.
And you are alone indeed
You can’t see one face around, you are in the most gorgeous darkness
And you are not afraid. The power of being alone, drenched in the water
The power to be with everybody else but all the faces look the same face
The power is within and you still do not realize that.
I am realizing this value just now. This is an habit i am carrying since ever, probably since when I started reading poetries aloud to listen to my voice speaking languages different from Italian. It is a practice i enjoy a lot everyweek at home: I grab a book of poetry and start reading few aloud in Italian, in English, in Spanish, in French, only the sections of language i am more familiar with.
The realization is that I include improvisations of poetries (invented) in my daily speaking communication. Whatever we are talking about you may hear a line or two told with the solemnity or the smile of a poet. Last night for example we were talking about the weather in Australia with a friend and suddently i went:
but then we can reach the sun and catch it
and carry it all the way to Australia
to make you smiling
And she smiled of course by noticing my imagination. Yes, that is the point: I make a clear use of my imagination. i cant escape from that. This is the reason why in my family they often refer to me like “she’s coming down from the clouds – eccola che scende dalle nuvole”. I sing a new stanza of a song for my husband almost everyday while we chat and he smiles punctually. You see? Poetry makes people feel good, never unhappy or angry.
Poetry does stick to the tunes in your heart
to the joy you can feel
to the smiling child you still are
to the desire to go higher in some other place
to the reality of the beauty you are made of
So please be engulfed by poetic notes everytime is possible
I was a cloud in my dreams
Floating high over Sahyadri Crest
When all at once I saw something shine.
T’was a large commune of Sahaj Yogis;
Beside the road on the plateau,
Singing bhajans and prayers at Nirmal Nagari
Constantly praying dear Mother
Who incessantly poured blessings on them
They stood with their hands towards Her
In a big chorus of faith and affection;
Tens of thousands saw I at a glance
Chanting mantras, hymn and psalms
The trees beside them danced in joy,
The wind blew whistling Sahaj songs
With Mother in the Sakaar form
Hearts of Sahajis were lovely and warm,
A poet in me awakened in glee,
Having such a divine company;
I gazed with a thoughtless mind
‘bout the bliss the heavenly show
Had given me in kind;
Just then I woke up from sleep
I found myself in my bed
With “Nirmal Fragrance” on my chest;
I got up and saw Mother
Laughing at me from her picture
Tears started crawling from my eyes
My heart filled with happiness and pride
Pleading to surrender fully to Her Lotus feet.
(Udayan Belsare, Pune, India)