RAIN AND THUNDER

Listening to the thunder,
Thoughts dissolve,
Into the silence,
THAT I AM.

Right here,
Right now,
I find you,
And lose,
The small self.

This is how it is.

Even when,
I seem to forget;
You appear,
And present,
Your lovely Self,
As a world,
Of different faces,
And a world,
Of different forms.

PEBBLES IN YOUR SHOES

When the mind becomes still,
Trust the silence,
Flooding the senses,
Like a vast, limitless ocean,
Tearing down,
Who you think yourself to be.

After all, the wise know,
The doubting mind,
Has no part in this.

Thoughts,
Are like pebbles in your shoes,
Which need emptying out,
Before you can take delight,
In a beautiful walk,
With the Beloved.

WHY DON'T YOU?

Why don't you,
Just let go,
Of the million things,
You believe yourself to be?

After all,
Can your thoughts,
Really contain,
The vastness of the sky?

Can your beliefs,
Embrace the ocean?

And can any judgment,
Filled with pride,
Ever love,
The limitless nature,
Of who you really are?