Self- Love

Poem

Fears are not gone by words,
What’s buried deep remains the same.
In stillness,
Fire arises, and past evaporates,
One gets to work on a new page.

Poem

Everyone touches silence; the challenge is to stay,
To hold it gently, not drift away.
As the soul ripens, the eyes reveal its quality.
In some way, so-called “desires” help the soul to grow.
Repeated touch of divine and silence shines,
Not as a concept, but silently loud.

In Love with Love
I am in love with the feeling of love—
It lifts me—light, alive, and free.
No object to claim,
Just the joy,
Heart to heart, eyes to eyes.
No words are needed,
No desire, no chase;
Heart is full,
I rise without a name.

Self-love
How can we love another’s heart,
When own is left unseen?
The work on self runs deep.

A Solitary Gift
One is left alone,
For not following the trail of sheep.
A silent punishment from society,
A curse turned out into a blessing,
A quiet road leads to discovering oneself.