Mukta.... moved to the other shore...

there is a temple in the village
to which the winds come to visit
and street trees bow in prayer,
where the dawn breaks anew upon
its short stoop that leads to sky high minars
and the out of tune whistle birds
sing to the cacophonous blossoms of hibiscus

for a short while silence meets matter
dispersing timeless pollen into my heart
until the traffic of daylight submerges the night
awakening the caretaker, the river, the shadowless

I know of a river
With a silver city resting on its shores
Which I often enter like a thief
in the fading daylight.

This is my home
Where no promises are made
for entering
otherwise all doors close
and I am again in the middle of the black ocean
under a dark sky in a ship
carrying a cargo of flowers
wasting away their perfume

The dream is disappearing before my open eyes
Matter vapor dusting the fence
Of finity
Grabbing headlines of newspapers
There will be a tomorrow
But I won't be in it.

Sweltering along trodden pathways
His remark no longer the burden
That serious child, poor soul,
I'm celebrating my way
I'm on the highway
High on the way my love
Old fools enjoy the manure
love is my wealth
That breathes in impermanence
Regret not then the effort wasted in wading through shallow waters
When an ocean of adventure stares
At Your refusal!

new experience, new horizens ....

“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.” ― Jon Krakauer

There is this poem in hindi which I heard Osho recite today which I wanted to share with you.

Its in hindi first and then I have translated it into english. Enjoy! - SatyaSubodh

Boli khud-sar hawa ek jarra hai tu

Yun uda dungi

Main mauj-e-dariya badi

Boli mere liye ek tinka hai tu

Yun baha dungi main

Aati se tund ki ek lapat ne kahan

Main jala dalungi

Aur jamin ne kahan

Main nigal jaongi

Maine chehre se apni ulat di nikab

Aur hans ke kahan

Main sul-ei-maan huun

Ibn-e-adam hun main

Yaane insaan huun

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Said the despotic wind "You are a but a mere twig"

I'll blow you away in an instant

I am a vast river enjoying myself

You are a blade of grass

I will drown you right now

A large wave of fire approaching said

I will burn you into nothingness

And the earth said

I will swallow you whole

Then, I took off the veil that had kept me covered all this time

Smiled, and said

"I am silence,

the child of this universe

which means I am eternal"

Love