Be quiet my Heart
Find Him in the rythm of your pulse
Be quiet my Heart

Breathe deeply my heart
Do not falter
Breathe deeply my Heart

Sing our song my Heart
He is listening
Sing our song my Heart

Listen to our silence my Heart
And She will reveal her secrets
Listen to our silence my Heart

Look at me my Heart
And see His face
Look at me my Heart

Rise my Heart
For your wings are strong
Rise my Heart

Lay with me my Heart
And melt within Her tenderness
Lay with me my Heart



The time has come

when, with elation

I am greeting myself arriving

at my own door, in my own mirror

and each is smiling at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.

I am loving again the stranger who was my self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back my heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved me

all my life, whom I ignored

for another, who knows me by heart.

Taking down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peeling my own image from the mirror.

Sitting. Feasting on my life.

Derel Walcott


This laboring of ours with all that remains undone,
as if still bound to it,
is like the lumbering gait of the swan.

And then our dying—releasing ourselves
from the very ground on which we stood—
is like the way he hesitantly lowers himself

into the water. It gently receives him,
and, gladly yielding, flows back beneath him,
as wave follows wave,
while he, now wholly serene and sure,
with regal composure,
allows himself to glide.

Rainer Maria Rilke


I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit
that loves birds and animals and the ants.
Perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you
in your mother’s womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around
entirely orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that is why everything you do
has some weird failure in it.
The Bhakti path winds in a delicate way.
On this path there is no asking and no not-asking.
The ego simply disappears the moment you touch him.
And the joy of looking for him is so immense
that you just dive in,
and coast around like a fish in the water.
If anyone needs a head,
the lover leaps up to offer his.



All religions,
all this singing,
is one song.

The differences are just
illusion and vanity.

The sun’s light looks a little different
on this wall than it does on that wall,
and a lot different on this other one,
but it’s still one light.

We have borrowed these clothes,
these time and place personalities
from one light, and when we praise,
we’re pouring them back in.



The subject tonight is Love
And for tomorrow night as well.
As a matter of fact,
I know of no better topic
For us to discuss
Until we all



If you want what visible reality
can give, you are an employee.

If you want the unseen world,
you are not living with your truth.

Both wishes are foolish,
but you’ll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love’s confusing joy.



In the early morning hour,
just before dawn, lover and beloved wake
and take a drink of water.

She asks, “Do you love me or yourself more?
Really, tell the absolute truth.”

He says, “There’s nothing left of me.
I’m like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
Is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? It has no resistance
to sunlight.”

This is how Hallaj said, I am God,
and told the truth!

The ruby and the sunrise are one.
Be courageous and discipline yourself.

Completely become hearing and ear,
and wear this sun-ruby as an earring.

Work. Keep digging your well.
Don’t think about getting off from work.
Water is there somewhere.

Submit to a daily practice.
Your loyalty to that
is a ring on the door.

Keep knocking, and the joy inside
will eventually open a window
and look out to see who’s there.



No coming, no going
no before, no after
I hold you close to me
and again I set you free.
For you are within me
And I am within you.

Thich Nhat Han


so much love.
I received your letter when I got back.
I could feel the ardour of your heart through your words.
I well know the fervour that stirs your soul
and the thirst that turns into tears within you.
I was once there too, I too have suffered it.
I can well understand your heart because I have travelled those same paths
you now have to take in the quest for God.
I too have experienced the longing that one day turns into a raging fire in
which one has to consume oneself.
But this burning brings the birth of a new life.
The drop can only become the ocean when it ceases to exist.

Continue your efforts in meditation;
you have to go deeper and deeper into it –
it is the only way.
Through it and it alone can one reach life’s truth.

If you become absorbed in sadhana,
fully committed and surrendered,
you are bound to reach the truth.
This is an eternal law.
No step taken towards God is ever wasted.

My regards to all.

from “A Cup of Tea”