opening

The beautiful rose,
Petals strewn upon the ground,
Effortless being . . .

The Rose

How like a woman,
Her beauty to admire,
Her thorns to avoid.

California Summer

almond clusters
hang heavy on the bough
ripening

True revolution
Unfolds as the inner light
Ascends towards the Self.


Mahavatar Babaji

April 3rd, 2013

My life,
Is nothing but sacred ash,
For all beings.

awakening

The self pecks from within,
While the Self pecks from without,
Until the shell of ego breaks open,
And the Golden Phoenix flies,
To its home in the awakened light.

Grace Within

The wave ascending,
And the wave descending,
Merge in the blissful light,
Of the awakened Self.

                                                         Lahiri Mahasaya