Serendipity and the Muse

Light arises in an empty room.
My room was too full
And you couldn't find the space
To arise, to alight, to amuse
I'm a fool!
I mocked you by saying
I'm over resistance.
I'll show you, you said
And you won my submission.
To forces beyond me
In scope and in sheer
Power and imagery
Completely the life of me.
You're the subject,
The sadness,
The comic relief.
You're the drama that wakens
The drone and the thief,
You revel in coincidence,
And lavish cliches,
Serendipity is your middle name,
I'LL MEET YOU ON THE WAY.

Life, the lamp oil

The Golden Flame of Truth
It burns in my heart
Bright, big flame
Life, the lamp oil.
It has never stopped burning.
Burning away the dross of this existence
Burning away the rutted personality
The fears, the night terrors
The panic, sealed tightly
With brilliant reflections.
Mind control, mind control
Intended to contain and curtail
Things that burn up in the flame of truth.
But no more.
I have opened Pandora’s box
And Pan must flee,
And Dora must be free.

Fine Lines

Its a fine line between beauty and over-indulgence
A fine line between self-absorption and contemplation
Between honesty and brutality
criticsm and destruction
And one has only to step over the line by a hair
And the action, once immodest is once again positively pure
Or the action, once inspired,
is now sullied with negative ambition
A hair's breadth, a very small step,
Hardly noticable to oneself
Yet with huge ramifications in the world of form.
For positive energy spirals upward
And negative energy spirals downward
And its always one or the other in the world.

Maybe its those fine lines, that etch character
Lessons learned the hard way
They become white hairs and wrinkles
Each line a lesson learned, a wisdom gleaned
A softness unveiled
A tapestry of self-realizations
The sum of age, a new age.
Teaching me again and again
What does not contain any lines of distinction
No boundaries and no withholdings
The smooth truth behind all faces.

One Voice:

Two hearts
conjoined
speaking with one
voice.

One heart is true.
The body is a divine illusion
that occupies mind.

It takes spirit to know different.
It takes love to be different.

Like this, we are as children
frolicking in make-believe, laughter for the joyous
tears for what goes wrong.

These illusion do not dispel as we ripen.

No, why should they?
We are divine illusion
I AM Love made different.
They do not dispel
but I begin to see through them

To myself behind... the illusions like hair

written by two voices: Kabir Kadre and Lakshmi Narayan