Saturday, October 19, 2013


Ripped open soul standing naked amidst clouds of blue flames,
All the elements are merged into a shadow-less being.
At last the beingness in me sprouts its first ever seed of love.
In the beginning I could not open the wings
and take off beyond the barbed fences of memory;
then the gale of grief began to wane,
I tiptoed through the winding path lined by green trees of time.
Now I reached the snowy peak of my true nature,
where beauty is glistening in the cool white light of purity.


Fire Flower