Adios....2010

Let me stay here till the wind comes..

With the messages from the white flowers...

They comes with the songs of sparrows ..

The hopes of the monsoon..

To wash away my backyard ..

Where my yesterdays are asleep

Where i have soaked the earth with my tears...

Where i have told the stories of my hunger..

Let the rain dances in my court yard.

Let my gardens be filled with grass hoppers..

So divine the feeling ..that let me beclose to god..in one rain..

Let me be in the fields where my hopes are blossoming

With one rain..

Again a Zen Story ..

During a momentous battle, a Japanese general decided to attack even

though his army was greatly outnumbered. He was confident they would win,

but his men were filled with doubt. On the way to the battle, they stopped at

a religious shrine. After praying with the men, the general took out a coin

and said, "I shall now toss this coin. If it is heads, we shall win. If tails, we

shall lose. Destiny will now reveal itself."

He threw the coin into the air and all watched intently as it landed. It was

heads. The soldiers were so overjoyed and filled with confidence that they

vigorously attacked the enemy and were victorious. After the battle, a

lieutenant remarked to the general, "No one can change destiny."

"Quite right," the general replied as he showed the lieutenant the coin, which

had heads on both sides.

"You can change your destiny. If you aren't responsible for yourself, who will be?"

The Soft Rays..

Your Feet are the sweet mornings

Dancing in the emerald shores of dream.

And the touch of it wakes up a thousand water lillies

Like a rain.

Your Feet are the embraces

which you make peace with the earth

when u walk.

The gentle dew drops that touches the leaves In peace..

Is the way you walks in the red earth beneath you

When my mind embraces truth my words dance

The dance of words is a poem.

Poems are also the word called for the soft rays

Which the earth feels when it feels ur feet..!!!

The Eyes of a star

The eyes i see over a glass darkly..

Is it from the castle of dreamswhere i have been?

In my journey i have through the yellow fields

where the butterflies brings the spring season.

The eyes i see are from a distant land

where the sun never goes down,

where the grassshoppers sings with rain.

Where the morning dew is full of stars

They fell down in sleep to the meadows and lost their way

Your Eyes are the glitters of the stars who lost their way,

Your eyes are the stars them self.

I see my ebony woods through which

The path to your heart is drawn.

I am lost my dear in the thoughts of ur scent

I may be lost in the dreams ..of the eyes..

Please dont wake up from the dream my star

Let the lake be filled with the fallen stars

Forever,...and let me walk in the ebony woods

Of your eyes to find theway to your heart...

A never eneding walk..

Silence of the winds....

My silence..seems to be from ages..

Where I have been like a floating feather

In the valleys of melancholy,

My dreams..are from yesterday..

About the winter sky so cold..

The tavern is closed

The Gypsy singers have gone

I am following the wind..

Their songs were filled with stars

Their music was filled with the winds from deserts

I am going for a walk through the woods

By the cold banks of the moon river.

Sparkled way above me,

Winds filled with scent of angels.

I am going for a walk..

The tavern is closed now..

I will return with my dreams

To Join the band in songs...

Travelling Lady...

Travelling Lady..you should know

I'm a station in your way

But I wont ask you for stop

But I want you to know

I am too a traveler in the same way..

My heart too longs for the Eastern Sunshines

The Orange mornings

Of the Horizons in the Lands of Love,

Where Sun Goes down like Honey

To the Sea and to Our hearts..

So please take me with you

In to your white castle

Where the winds breaks the silence

Of ages..where you were asleep.

Where your hopes lies

Take me to the end of the road

where the green meadows are there

Waiting for the flowers

With their open arms...

Will Bathe us in tranquil golden rays

To That Coast of endless Life

Take me with you...

A zen Story About Dream for the "Rain" who Dreams alot !!!...

The beautiful story of Chuang Tzu… One early morning he is sitting in his bed, covered with his blanket, very sad. His disciples have never seen him looking sad. They are worried – is he sick, ill or something? They enquire.

Chuang Tzu said, ”It is much more difficult than you think. Last night I dreamt that I had become a butterfly.” The students, the disciples started laughing. They said, ”That is not much of a problem. Everybody thinks many things in his dreams.”

Chuang Tzu said, ”I don’t know about everybody, I know only this much: it has created in me a very existential question. If Chuang Tzu can dream that he has become a butterfly, why can a butterfly not go to sleep and dream that she has become a Chuang Tzu? Now the problem is whether I am the butterfly who is dreaming she is Chuang Tzu or I am really Chuang Tzu.”

The disciples were at a loss how to figure out the problem. And then came Lieh Tzu, who had gone to another village for some work. He heard the situation: ”Chuang Tzu is still sitting in his bed. He does not want to get up until the problem is solved. And we are all trying to solve it but there seems to be no solution. It seems to be perfectly right, that if Chuang Tzu can dream he is a butterfly then why can the butterfly not dream she is Chuang Tzu? Now we are also puzzled.”

Lieh Tzu said, ”Wait, I will solve the problem.” He went to the water well, pulled up a bucket of ice-cold water, went in and poured it over the head of Chuang Tzu. Chuang Tzu laughed, and he said, ”You came at the right time; otherwise, the whole day I would have been sitting here, sad. You solved the problem.”

Lieh Tzu said, ”Do you need another bucket?” He said, ”No! The water is so cold. I am Chuang Tzu, because if I was a butterfly your bucket of ice-cold water would have killed me.”

Your question is beautiful. ”If Zen is the path and you are the gate, then who lives in the house?” You live in the house, but you have forgotten. And to remind you, a path has to be created; to remind you, a gate has to be created. To remind you, you have to be taken on the path and given help to enter the house, which in fact you have never left.

Just an imaginary game – getting out on the path, doing great disciplines, meditations, the master… Finally the gate comes and you say, ”Aha! I have arrived.” And this is the house which you have never left.

And When I get inspired by Neruda...The river flows...

The Rain Tree..

The Memories that you fill in me

Are from the silent steps of an autumn river

The sun shines over the lake

And the golden rays over the rail track

To show the journey filled with light.

I see you in a flower

Feel the breath in the wind

Is it the coming of spring my dear?

"and i want to do to you

what spring does to cherry trees"

The snow flakes whispers to the willow trees

The songs of the desetrs

From which they are sent.

A desert rose has the fragrance

Of a thousand sandal trees.

Since the songs it carries are about life,

About hope...about a dream which its going to live

With a snow filled willow tree.

And it waits for the Rain to bring spring

To fill the path with red flowers...of life..

And in that life i want to ask

Will you be there with me for ever,

As an eternal rain...an eternal sunshine..as an eternal rainbow

In my crimson sky?

Or is it a dream?

Don't wake me up my dear,if its a dream..

I can't suffer more thunders..

In this life or other...

Vin.

My Fav Poem By Pablo Neruda...who gave me light and whose poems shines like a polar star....and now i thought i have to read this ...its the season...

Here I Love You

Here I love you. In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you. Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me. The moon turns its clockwork dream. The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.