Monday, February 25, 2019

Saturday bhakti sunset


Love makes people perfect

Devotion makes people complete

Happiness is momentary


Video credit: Thanks to cousins, Gian Luca and Paolo


It doesn't matter the abandonment

It doesn't matter the grief

It doesn't matter the feeling you don't belong

Selfless love mends

It softens, purifies, cleanses

It opens the eyes to dreams that billow from the belly

It doesn’t matter the smallness

The past sheds its darkness when all that has value is offered

Like a diamond in the rough

A metronome keeps time for ritual

The sound of belonging is a drum from many distances away

Weaknesses crack me open like a worn-out pot

As my father hears me through his questions

And my family bids the rough edges to melt away

And to be even stronger than I have been yet

Grace let the roots of the flower, wilting in grey, take root in beige at the foot of a silver blue

Love connects hearts and slowly turns the world around again, opening the heart the way it needed for so long, to be lifted, expressed, heard

Now creative devotion can come natural, free, with a smile

Shadows fall away from the face as the light of love visits

The heart is so delicate, like the skin

I flick my sins away like a stinky cigarette

I wobble as I dig deep, lifting my energy up to the supreme, my ultimate goal, the source of breath and heart