Driving by golden wheat fields in late summer my eyes were drawn by brilliant scarlet poppies dancing with the wind...
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I am an acarya, or spiritual teacher of Ananda Marga yoga and meditation.
Love shines cool like the Moon and lightens the dark earth for all Passion fire consumes all reasoning and logic...
I am a small leaf On this spreading tree Catching sunlight To feed sweetness To the roots...
The wildflower blooming in the field slowly dying in a vase like a handful of sand it slips away from...
When I am swimming deep in the Spirit Current every thought is heard and received as an offering of beauty...
Be alert! A creaking board Breaks the still night, A thief has entered the house He is hiding in a...
Our ship sails on the open sea Towards a promised shore Yet the sailors have left star-watching and the ship...
The wild songbird cannot live without the freedom of sky but remembers to return to where the birdlover freely leaves...
Once I have opened the windows of my heart and the bright rays of sunlight have flooded it with soft...
A poem is a thought of beauty shared between souls It is not like ordinary bread chewed and swallowed by...