bliss is the goal

Seek the sorrow
Be free from the pain
Search to be free
And it will all remain the same
Arms wide open
Palms open to the sky
Surrender now dear
Do you want to fly?
Journey here
Search over there
A light shines bright within
Why so unaware?
Illumination of the heart
Devotional from the soul
Climbing the ladder of ascension
Ecstatic bliss is the goal

To finally be me!

Truth be Told
Another awaken morn
Should I embrace the new day?
Or turn over and fold
Same old story
Day after day
The day shines bright
But all I see is gray
Longing to be happy
Longing to be free
Longing for the chance
To finally be me!

Mysterious Pink Flowers

Mysterious Pink Flowers

The mysterious pink flowrs that I have seen in my dreams,
Not all that unusual;
Common to others they may seem
I dreamed of the mountains, the pines and the frost
The quiet, the stillness, the peace where I can get lost
In the depths of my awareness,
I searched for this place
A small hill station, Shimala,
Revealed its Grace
Truly miraculous as the moments unfold its power
Wayward north traveling up the mountainside, I see those pink flowrs
A snapshot in time now, a small city revealed,
I am smiling inside, in my heart, the pink flowers are sealed.