In My Life

Souls' Dance

Many full moons ago, she peeped through a "window" that she shouldn't, and saw us dancing to the very beat of our souls. 

Ah!  That intangible dance, without a single touch or a caress or a kiss, with bodies so far apart. But the rhyme and rhythm so enchanting. Caught in the magic of moment, and in dawning desires we danced. 

And she peeped and she weeped. And cried, "You are so happy and so yourself, never have you opened to me like that. Never have you been so happy dancing that dance"

And after many full-moons sunshines and eclipses have passed, she asks, " Can you please dance with me, the way you danced with her?" And I gave a silent nod, an unspoken word from an unsure soul, trying his best.

Then she asks, "What single thing do you miss the most?" And again i remain silent, for sometimes silence makes peace better than any spoken word. But within that silence is a desire and a want..and a longing love.

And she looks into my eyes and nods, in silence and hugs me. Maybe a silent understanding is reached and a silence pact is made.

And in silence there is this bleeding story. 

Look deep  into the silence to understand me.

Feel My depth

Can you judge an ocean from its surface? Will you understand the silent caress of the gentle sea waves on your sandy shores, while you walk on there bare-footed? Will you feel the melody of the rhythmic music as the sea kisses these shores? Will you understand, this ocean if its waves' loving caress washes away the past  foot-prints you made on your sandy shores? Friend, you may not know, but this sea is destined to caress on your shores.

Yet, within the depth of this ocean lies its treasures and its curse.  
Dive, my friend, to find the depth of this sea and the secrets it beholds. Beyond the sunlight, see into the depth, then you may understand the calmness on the surface. And you may see the raging storms underneath too.

Friend, for you is this ocean, its tides, calmness and storms. For this ocean of Passion exists to caress on your sandy shores.

Behind the Stillness.

Behind the blood-stained curtains of Love

there are fields of flowers 

where the lovers wander.

While the mind sees only boundaries

Love knows the secret way there.

While the mind smells profit and quickly sets up shop

Love sees untold of treasures far beyond.

Lovers trust in the wealth of their hearts

while the all-knowing mind sees only thorns ahead.

To wander in the fields of flowers

pull the thorns from your heart.

~ Rumi