Between all of the mess and glory which we call it life.
Where, we laugh, cry, pray, enjoy, afraid, make love, run, teach, unlearn, get confused, hurt, smile and finally when we had enough, get quiet.
Between all the masks we wear all through life, man, woman, lover, spiritual, poet, artist, teacher, master, begger, guru, traveler,..
Between all the chaos and noises… drop everything that you …think you know,
no planning, no going or coming,
no knowing or not knowing
no words, no sound
listen to your centre.
rest in silence,
like a wave of an ocean,
like a bird in sky,
like a baby in her mother’s womb
like a day knowing her night
like a poem written without a pen
like a grape swimming in her own taste
like a lovers, kissing without a lips, touching without a body.
rest in your centre,
like a spring murmuring in her cherry blossom
like me, sitting alone on white sheets of my heart
knowing, one drop of your love
will turn everything in floating ocean of ecstasy.
I say no more, my beloved,
as no longer I know, who is here and who is gone.
Love is mute, magical and free.