~ Wide burst ~

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]

Pearl bangles

 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.

Verses inspired by a dream in phase REM

Come to my heaven you are my son
See all the water, the flowers and the sky
We can swim in this sweet ocean
We can eat honey from flowers everyday
We can dance in the garden of Love
Come to my heaven you are my son
I saw you jumping on your brother
Making jokes with your sister
I am delighted my son
Your hair are shining and tigerly
The nature wants you to be like that
You belong to my heaven
Since ever you were my son
See your bothers and sisters
They are all around the garden
Laughing and playing
I can hear them giggling
They are living a dream of truth
Come to my heaven you are my son
Your mouth, velvet
Your skin, silk
Your eyes dark pearls
Your dresses petals
You are my son
Living in my heaven
Your smiling is eternally free

Where the mind is without fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high,
Where knowledge is free,
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls,
Where words come out from the depth of truth,
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection,
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee,
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Rabindranath Tagore

Dont Forget the Feet

These feet

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.

Bouquet called Universe

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

The power is within and you need a dark Indian raining night to realize that


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.

The value of speaking like poetry every day

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


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)