PoemOften, we get into a fight—Easier than facing what stirs inside.A rush to fix things…
Efforts
I tried to open the door,
It seemed to be locked.
I tried and tried,
I was here before—
That gave me the strength to stay even more.
Knocking every day,
When I least expected, it suddenly opened.
I realized there had never been a door.
The Shift
Sitting relaxed, everything was beautiful,
Suddenly, something in me poped up—
Sadness falls upon me,
And a strange fear.
I tried to keep myself occupied,
But it stayed with me.
Tired of me, I slowly walked to the bathroom,
cleaned it spick and span,
I was happy again.
Let It Be
Try to throw it away, yet it stays,
Be in shame and let it be.
The mountains will melt,
Struggles will go.
Never Too Late
Passion can’t be planted or forced to grow—
It burns on its own, quiet and slow.
Let it stretch into eternity…
Because truth is — it is never too late.
A Little Taste
A drop may not fill the ocean—
But one drop of nectar holds great power.
Practice daily,
Can awaken the silent strength.
The Work
It aches to see I cannot help even the tiniest being.
Feel so small, courage is missing.
But I promise myself that I will not give up,
Not until I touch the edge what I meant to be,
No matter how many lives it takes.
How?
Not to judge others,
Something we all try—
But is it even natural?
Has that thought ever passed by?
The bigger conflict: we want to change, want to remove,
Kriya teaches when to act, when to pause.
A reminder is needed—
I can still go beyond. I am fine.
Because from beyond,
Nothing really matters—
Except our sincere efforts.
Life
There is no manual for life,
how to know what is wrong and what is right?
When to follow the heart, and when to trust the mind.
Left to figure out all by ourselves,
We fall, we rise —
There’s beauty in so-called mistakes,
Each one shaping the inner child.
And we carry something, maybe the essence into another life.
Becoming
What we are
Is shaped by how we were held as a child.
It’s not a blame game,
Though blame can feel right.
The past cannot be changed—
Perhaps we carry echoes
From another life.
But now—
It’s time to ripen.
To take responsibility for our body and mind.
When we become aware, something changes.
We walk toward freedom.

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