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LIFE’S LOVE

I’ve no clue neither what you like
nor what you dislike,
how or why.

There’s something and someone
you don’t want to forget
but it isn’t: I.

Perhaps you wouldn’t mind
to be forgotten
– perhaps you actually would.

Meanwhile I’ve found out
I can’t forget you
though I wish I could.

Life keeps bringing us together
and keeping us so
in this way or that.

And it won’t let us leave each other
no matter how much
we ignore it or fret…

DIAGNOSIS?!

Is there other kind
of loving
in which to surrender
even my surrendering?

Could I be so detached
– so unyielding
to think, feel or do
absolutely nothing?

And would I be, then,
profoundly mystic
or thoroughly…
autistic?

MY EVERYTHING

To be free
I do not need
any thing.

That is
what freedom is:
not needing
any more.

Not thinking
and not grasping
anything,
anyone,
except my
Only One.

I AM me
already,
and in me
is “my everything”.

FLIRTS BE GONE

Cruelty
doesn’t amuse me
and cuteness
is not enough.

If you aren’t
kind and caring
hardly anything
makes me laugh.

INNOCENCE

I love what I see,
what I hear,
what I touch,
taste and smell.

I don’t know
the thoughts behind it
but I hope and wish
they love me well.

WILD SPRING

It’s sunny,
it’s rainy,
it’s windy
and again very cold,
yet it’s prettier
than ever
in spite
(or because?)
of it all…

BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE:

Cherish the cherishable
’cause they’re perishable.

DIVINE JUSTICE

Whether justified
or unjustified
we’ll feel
ALL
the pain and pleasure
we’ve caused to others,
magnified…

WHO’S MY VALENTINE?

The one on Whose palms I lay all my troubles;
on Whose lap I rest my tired head
and Whose feet I keep pressed on my heart.
Gurudeva, this rose has become
less red and more pink in the mean time
– perhaps one day it will be all white.
No matter which color and how many thorns,
by Your Grace it is for You
’till the last petal withers and drops.

LOSE NO HOPE

If the cliff
is very tall
you may start
to rise again
before hitting
the bottom
of your fall.