What is peace? Is it something you can attain after achieving something or another in your life? Find in this short poem, the profound nature of peace.
Category Archives: Poetry
Be Here Now
Be present, you are told. Be here, now, you are told. But how to be here, now when life pulls you in challenging ways? This poem points the way to be here, now.
The Sacred Silence
When you feel anger, your mind is fixated on the unresolved past, and when you feel fear, your mind is stuck in an uncertain future. What is overlooked is silence. This short poem shows the way out.
Be Careful What You Let In
Is your life weighed down by comparison and jealousy? Are you a prisoner to your judgments and prejudices? It is all a function of what you let into your mind-body. This short poem reveals how to restore your body-mind to its pristine original form.
Unusual Gratitude
You may feel grateful for what you have or what you experience. This is good. But can you feel grateful for whatever is here, now, as it is? This poem on unusual gratitude points the way.
Just What Is
What is here? What is really here? Is it a world with ever-changing experiences that you experience through a limited form? This poem points the way to Reality.
Who Are You?
You say “my body” and “my mind”. Who is the “you” whose body and mind this is? This short poem kicks off the sacred inquiry into your true self, your original nature.
Is Cultivation of Peace an Escape from Life?
In a chaotic world, if we cultivate inner peace, are we escaping from the world’s realities and needs? Is this a selfish thing to do? Come and see through this short poem, the implication of the real cultivation of peace.
The Cure for Monkey Mind
In the modern world, we are inundated with thoughts, as many as 35 thoughts a minute. This is monkey mind. What is its cure? This short poem reveals the secret to curing the monkey mind.
Real Prayer
Each tradition has its modes of prayer. There are so many rituals and trappings that people get lost in. What is real prayer? Find out the secrets of prayer in this short poem.
No-otherness 