Satyam Shivam Sundaram

Life is an expression (of the potential. Of the the paramatma). An expression is beautiful when there is life in it. What has life in it is beautiful. Shiv is life. Shiv is beautiful.

Truth supports life. Moves it forward (to a still better expression). Untruth undermines it destroys it. Shiv protects life. Shiv is Truth.

Truth is Shiv (life). Shiv (life) is Beautiful.

Satyam Shivam Sundaram.

We live by grace

We all live off the grace of others.
But more importantly we live by the grace of God.
It never will be possible to repay this debt.
We will remain forever indebted.
We can only receive with grace.
We can only rejoice when we can give.

Time to leave

When love turns into possession it is time to let go
When determination turns to anger it is time to ease up.
When a way becomes a habit it is time to change directions.
When speaking the truth beings to hurt, it is time to return to silence.
When responsibility becomes a burden it is time to draw on your love.
When understanding begins to harden into prejudice it is time to seek new perspectives.
When self belief begins to grow into conceit it is time to seek new purpose.
When you have said more than a lot it is time to start listening.

The selfish me

As I watch
All my loved ones pass
There is but one dominant thought
They gave me more than I ever sought
Much of what I learned they me taught
They loved me more
More than a lot
I loved them too
But not enough

Who I am

I am what my teachers taught
I learned from foes that I fought

I am what my father dared
I am what my mother cared

I am the counsel of friends so fair
I am the books I stopped and read

I am what the Mother made
I am what strangers, brothers, sisters gave

I am this time
I am this place

I live by love
I live by grace

Who I am I cannot trace

We are here together only for a little while

When my mother passed away I realised that we are here together only for a while. It all now seems like a dream that she was with us till a little while ago.

We don't know how much longer our while together will be.

We crowd our life and mind with things so worthless. All while the time left - to do, to make, to learn, to dream, to play, to dance, to wonder, to grow, to sing, to stare, to laugh, to cry, to be...with some of the most beautiful people in our lives is running out.

I hope God gives me the wisdom to make the most of the times I share with the beautiful people in my life.

The seed and the flower

In the seed lies all possibilities. The flower is the realisation of the utmost of these possibilities.