The petals of a rose
are a soft kiss from God

Droplets of rapture
dark honey
fall quietly

Inside suffering and joy
behold so much beauty
we emerge from our pain
amidst love's first blush

Skintight, crushed crepe
buds unfold
tiny white tombs crinkle open
cashmere flutter of a billion butterflies
kiss the sky, kiss the day, kiss the universe

We pause in the expanding bliss and ananda
falling deeper and deeper in Love

Those days in Prashanti
devotees cue up at
Brahmamuhurtam
that time
when dew and God's sacred
presence saturate the dusty
red colored earth
soft chirp of birds just awakening
and the Islamic call to prayer clings
to mogul clouds gliding serenely
over the ashram
our anxious minds pray for the
precious chance to enter the Mandir
cloistered in that sublime sweetness
faces glisten with bliss and the
holy sound of Om orbits the earth

Beloved God

Stars from your eyes

fall into
mine

illumined


I find my way back
to You

I pray to the God whom
I adore

The God with no face and a thousand faces
The God with no name and a thousand names

The God who is in me, around me, above me, below
and behind me

I pray in a mosque, church, temple, or cathedral
I pray in sacred circle of the Great Spirit
whirling wind of sufi skirts
I pray sharing love, peace and good vibes with
with my earth family

I pray to the God whom
I adore

I breathe in
azure air, silk clouds,
ponderous pin oak
tipping his hat of branches
on our morning walk

I breathe in
sudden sound of
dogs barking,
funky sandals, and
sweet kiss of my hubby

I breathe in Love

I breathe in.... God

The countless times
I've left you for this
fleeting world

Ancient Love

It's a sin you even
take me back
always with the same
tender gaze
warm inviting kiss
ardent ambrosial embrace

Standing on the shoreline of my Soul
Mighty Breakers rushing toward us

Take me now
Ancient Love

Sea petals and a thousand promises
scattered across the empty beach

Evening wind chimes, misty laughter
tug wistfully at bamboo flute strings of my heart

Garden oasis, gorgeous geisha maiden
Robed in red kimona
opens Her moon blushed fan
Delicate tea blossoms
and nightingale's song

Wise Buddha fountain
carrying a lantern of hope
gushes soft slippered through
smokey black topaz shadows

Resting on the garden jhoola
cocooned in white netting
I close my eyes
search the ink brushed
horizon

Returning home
Summer Swallows in flight
follow a starry trajectory
Kohl black tears
mingle with garden watercolors

We will meet again
Ancient Love

When plum blossoms awaken
on jade green boughs
and crown us completely in
lovely lavender umbrellas