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The confines of fear

  March, 2020 “I’ve been worrying that my time here is a little unclear I’ve been worrying that I am losing ones I hold dear” It was springtime things were just starting to roll  Things were just falling together For a moment,  It felt like,  Everything was happening for a reason,  A glimpse  A flow of life,  The fresh burst of newness Just then  Life kicked in  “Oh I become what I deserve  Oh I become what I deserve I’ve been worrying that my time here is a little unclear I’ve been worrying that I am losing ones I hold dear” It was just the right time  I was reaching out to my dreams just on time  It was one of those days When things just happen  The nights pass slow  And another day begins with a surprise A glimpse  A flow of life,  The fresh burst of newness Just then  Life kicked in “Oh I become what I deserve I’ve been worrying that my time here is a little unclear I;ve been worrying that I am losi...

A return to innocence

  Abandoned shrines  Lost hopes  Dark detours  Cursed woods The forbidden places  The misgiven feelings Unfamiliar senses A language of ancient origin  Threads woven from the past  The voices of fear  Stirring of the unrecognized wounds The time was to heal  What has lost its spark  Will find its way back  Abandoned shrines  Lost hopes  Dark detours  Cursed woods  A language of ancient origin  Threads woven from the past  The time was to heal  What has lost its spark  Will surely find its way back  A return to innocence -March, 2020

Only those who seek shall find

The three jewels of the buddha  One complementing the next The search for one leads to the other And thus the prayer begins The ceremony starts with the drums Resounding through the depths of silence All that's unpleasant slither away There is a hollow feeling  Harps follow the rhythm of the mind All who seek shall find  Maybe not today  But the prayers they grow  The horns blow sharp  The mantra flags flap vigorously  The bells they guide you Silence is nearer  Maybe today is the day Am I really here? Or he who hides beneath the obvious? The drums they grow louder  The horns reach the crescendo  Together the calling is for the ultimate  Only those who seek shall find  Maybe today is really the day The three jewels of the buddha  One complementing the next The search for one leads to the other And finally to the one Only those who seek shall find 

What if the sun sets were as real as the sun rises?

Muanpokhari, Shivapuri - Nov 15, 2019 I was stepping downstairs Just like every other day As you get tired from a long day It might be from a rooftop place It might be from your window It might have been an amazing day together It might be a way downhill The view you were seeing suddenly gets your attention You finally start feeling This is it It is as if all your past selves were suddenly drawn to this moment Watching this together Quietly as you sit a moment tunes itself into a view You watch the smoke mix with the air The forest growing sleepy with the setting sun Birds they fly slowly and you follow them all the way into the clouds The sky suddenly turns into colors Your thoughts pull you out into the city lights You know how life is like back You know how time is like back You know as you open that door to step in You know as you take your shoes off As you allow yourself back into your room The morning starts into anoth...

The Way Home

  November, 2019 The Way Home I still remember clearly  All happy and fresh  The forest she was kind  Now that I was blessed I knew what I was here for  I knew what I had to do  Going downhill is always fun  This is where the story connects back  This is where it all began  One steps leading to the next  I still remember clearly It was all so fresh  It was a cold November evening It was almost dark but I knew the way The spirits of the forest they were friendly  The visions they opened up I knew what was next  I knew what I was here for I suddenly felt at ease  The forest she was with me  Maybe I was waiting for her to calm a bit  Maybe the other way round most likely One steps leading to the next  I still remember clearly It was all so fresh  Going downhill is always fun  Especially when you're on your way home! November, 2019