Self- Love

Fears are not gone by words.
In stillness,
a fire arises—
and the past evaporates.
With brand new confidence,
One gets to write a new page.

Poem

Everyone touches silence; the challenge is to stay,
to hold it gently, not drift away.
Who says it is easy
when restlessness fills the mind?
It asks for nothing,
yet slips away.
One wonders—
is this to be spent,
or guarded like a flame?
No answer comes.
When not disturbed,
it begins to glow.
One becomes a quiet magnet, touched by the divine.
Love moves without intention,
calm settles without claim,
and without a word,
everything
is already known.

In Love with Love
I am in love with love—
feels alive,
No object to claim,
Just the joy,
Heart to heart, eyes to eyes,
No desire, no chase;
My heart is full,
I rise without a name.

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

A Solitary Gift
When one is left alone
for not following the trail of sheep,
a silent punishment from society.
Not knowing—
it can set one free.
The curse turns into a blessing;
a quiet road
leads to discovering oneself.