SOPHIA'S POEMS
There cannot be any suffering in the rawness of a broken heart, if it sees things as they are.
BE HAPPY WITH ME
Though I rejected them all......
But what joy it will bring me to see.. belief and unbelief unite ; Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jew, and Buddhist,
A thousand daggers can pierce your heart ;
But dead hearts don't feel a delight in living
Plucked flowers never enjoy the soft tender touch of morning breeze
I have no worldly wealth, nor shall I be rewarded in paradise ;
My own existence is the only proof that I exist;
In my small house a lamp burns so bright
My heart sees no difference and the two worlds as one ;
So what if the heavens are cruel?
Be happy with me and don't be afraid...my beloveds
ILLUSION
Does the morning dew really learn of it's demise from the Sun light?
Does the cold rain of winter really destroy the grace of autumnal sunshine?
How can it be when the drop, the wave, the foam, the whirlpool...
All are aspects of the same ocean ;
Even a sad song is not so sad...when it comfort the lonely heart ;
The boast of 'I' and 'mine' is no more than an illusion.
AZURE SKY
I don't ask for favours from the azure sky.
I confront the stars and wrest from them what my hearts desire..
More than cry which echoes my heart's strife..
I don't let it leave my lips...
When I climb the skies above their blue vault and make it my resting place.
make it my beloved
In such simplicity... I find a cure of sorrow in a sorrow without cure..
Behind all scars, and all pain, the heart finds it's garden of delight
JUST BECAUSE
Just because the stars cannot be seen in daylight ,
- doesn't mean they are not there.
Just because the moon shines so brightly at night,
- doesn't mean the Sun is no longer there....
The Sun and the Moon and the Stars, they die a little every day and night ;
So that we can breathe..
Drop all your fixations and belligerence.
There is nothing broken around us.
We are not fixers
We are creators and lovers
So live everyday from your heart and breathe in gratitude
There is great love in all that
POETRY OF LIFE
The poetry of everyday life that makes me feel alive
The intermesh of love and light and sorrow,
fear and joy, life and death
Like the tiny waves, the poetry of my life breaks around my ankles.
With gratitude, I marvel before the beauty
of giving and receiving, of service, peace and healing.
In the rays of every falling sun, lay an ocean of sorrow,
yet, painted anew with each dawn,
Life is like a butterfly: It flies where it pleases and it pleases wherever it lands.
Waking me each day and fall in love with the poetry of my life.
COMPASSION
Compassion cannot be enforced but created and experienced
- Coming from me to me
- Compassion is a feeling that reinforces the fact that all is one.
- Just as it makes sense for me to have compassion for every part of myself
- It make sense for me to have compassion toward all that is;
- From a caterpillar to fellow human beings;
- From this world to the universe of which I am a part of.
- I am to be compassionate of what I like and don't like;
- What I consider good and what I consider evil;
- Of the light and the dark.
- What makes me compassionate is the awareness that we are one....
- For I am the child in Syria, dodging piles of rubbish and stagnant water;
- And I am the arms merchants, selling deadly weapons to Syria.
- I look around this room and see me and the only you I know...is me.
YOUR LIGHT
What I thought were stars
Were tiny holes in the fabric of the night
I managed to unravel
A corner of the sky
And I realized that ..
It was your light
As bright as the Sun
On the other side
On the other side
LOVE
Love flies in like beautiful Phoenix
Disruptive. Breaking the dawn
With the edge of it's beak
I have coaxed it to stay
I am hoping it will murmur my name
Remember me in the bird song
They say it pierces it's heart, on the thorn of roses
And blood blossoms as eternal spring
It moves on and sing some other song
Coax another heart,
in a trap of it's own making
BLOWN AWAY LEAF
I saw a leaf blown away by the wind, but never lost its way;
For it' was only riding the waves of time; like a surfer rolls over the ocean;
Fly high O blown away leaf, don't be afraid to look down;
Dance in the breeze of a hot summer morning of June... feel it !!!! and soar high...
Free your soul, O blown away leaf from the rhythm of time..
Look around and say, "nothing is mine"
I believe in miracles and I believe in tomorrow;
Stealthly glide over the soft white clouds, my sweet blown away leaf ;
Leaving the blood thirsty Sparrow far behind
SEPARATION
What is separation?
when my loved ones are not
near me
I still remember them, they are still in my heart.
Then how is that separation?
Is closeness just about being physically present?
Can the ones that are not in front of me at the moment not be called as close ones ?
By this definition God and us must always be separated.
But is that true?
Can I not consider being close to God just by experiencing his grace?
Real separation will only take place when I no longer have a place for someone in my heart.
Then why do we fear separation so much when there is no such thing.
WHO AM I
Once I asked myself, who am I?
Am I this body and its beauty?
Am I this name and what it makes of me?
Child of parents and social preferences?
Maybe they all belong to me, but do I belong to them?
I looked at my subtle self, my feelings and my thoughts and wondered
Am I a creation of my own mind? If so then, is this mind 'I'?
But then how can that be?
If 'I' am the one who is looking at my mind, so the mind cannot be 'I'
So who is ‘I’?
I gazed out the window and watched the tender morning dew slowly forming on daisy petals,
Alone in stillness and exclusion, I remember self.
Names and pretences forgotten
Still…..silent…..and aware
With a feeling of solitary, I reach out for me
Right here .... in this poised moment, I meet myself
My salvation comes from this moment.
It alone is my rock, my fortress
For I am nothing but this awareness…
I am pure consciousness.
MY ALLOTMENT MY COMPANION
As I walk into my allotment on a spring afternoon
I see the light of the late afternoon sun touching odd blossoms of the cherry tree
Daffodils in full bloom are cheering in soft spring breeze and greeting me
I hear children playing and old men’s laughter
A man is building a shed and birds flying to and fro
My heart finds comfort in the smell of wood smoke
Spinach patches, potatoes, carrots, beans right next to the water stock
While broad beans and runners reaching for the sky
The healthy soil so light and soft embraces my feet as I ingrain into her flesh
There is magic all over even in the weeds and slugs
I leave my earth alone to grow in silence And watch the beauty that nature provides
My eyes rejoice in blissful song
I sit on the sun-warmed grass and watch the sun slowly getting softer .
SHINE
In the midst of January melancholy,
While night is cold and dark, not a star in sight,
Birds don't come to the feeder anymore and their songs no longer greet me in the morning.
I allow my inner light continue to shine.
Drawing wisdom from the past, letting the future to shape itself around me.
My mind is a sanctuary where shafts of golden sunlight laze as though resting in the aisles of some great cathedral.
Everything is as it should be.
For the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present,
THE DAISY HAS MY SMILE
O daisy my white little princess sitting in a vase on my bedside;
How you make me smile and remind me of my own beauty -
When I wake up and open my eyes.
Your love stays in my heart all day long -
And in the late afternoon when life seems dull -
your togetherness remind me of my own strength and I carry on.
At the end of the day when everything seems so dark and dense -
You call me and say, 'come and rest your mind with me for a while -
Your snow white soft petals remind me of my own power of purity-
And in delight I smile
RIVERS OF LOVE
In the river of love
I swim gently
Divine embraces of soft waves soothe my skin
- And the whisper of the kind river breeze heals my heart
- I was lost in the ecstacy of the nature's melody
I thought I lost my way
I open my eyes and see
A glowing full moon beaming down from the cloudless summer sky
The murmur of warm wind
The smell of hay
Reminds me of the everlasting life~
A bright shooting star showed me the way back to my heart
TRAVEL
Whenever I travel, I travel with an awakened mind
A new silence goes with me...
And if I listen deeply, I can hear my heart saying...
Give your fullest attention to whatever the moment brings..
For only then you can be in sync with your new surroundings. .
Only then you can arrive refreshed
Only then you can return home enriched and free.
MASALA CHAI
The ecstasy of my life with
A cup of masala chai
O how you fill me with your warmth
On a cold gloomy December day
I feel the majestic aroma of cinnamon as you travel your way to my heart.
There is nothing but hope
There is nothing but freedom
I keep diving into the ocean of love again and again
Leaving me intoxicated each time
In a way I cannot explain
FLYING
Some experiences are still left
Which I have only dreamt of
Like this recurring dream of mine
That I am floating in the air
No, I am flying.........like a bird
The wind caress my face
The gushing sound of the wind echoes in my ears...
This is the truth
I'm traversing through the skies
Like knife through butter
I am flying
I am flying ...
GROWTH
When I recognize a sense of deep sorrow in the core of my being because of loss.
I turn to the source of all glory and well-being and embrace all pain.
Suddenly there is a subtle sense of respect and I feel grateful for its presence in my life.
Right there.. in that moment I find myself back in the present.
I let go of what no longer serves me.
And in the truth of what has ended, I see the display of a new chapter slowly unfolding.....
The more I trust in the fiber of my being that nothing lasts,
I become less afraid of pain.
The story of a faded rose along my walking path do not end there,
dead rose become compost for new growth.
DIVINE LOVE
Drop by drop it flows
Let it flow, it is life
Let it flow
I am thirsty always for your divine love
Let me remain so...
SWEET ANGEL ASIFA
Sitting in despair
Waiting, debating Contemplating
Not knowing what
I Should be saying.
Was there a chill in the wind that night,
one like no other?
Was the darkness made it hard for sight?
Will the koels of Kasmir ever sing a song
In memories of your eight golden years ?
Will the wind that blows over the Harmukh ever look out for you sweet Asifa ?
I see their faces
Images of horrors flash into my mind
Smiling their ugly smiles while torturing and raping you
I close my eyes and say
My dear God
I wish I was blind