Click on image to go to bookshop
Teatime with Poems!
Can you learn to love the feeling of falling apart,
can you accept knowing nothing,
can you stay in the quiet space?
Tell me, my friend,
what’s your life without your story?
-from the book "Out of the Labyrinth"
Love enters my eyes and pours out of my skin,
it lands on the ground and flows down to the river,
it unites with the ocean, evaporates,
and becomes one with the sky,
turns into rain, the rain is falling on my head,
it’s running down my face, entering my skin,
overflowing in my eyes,
love is pouring out of my eyes as tears,
love is falling on the ground,
my tears are entering the flowers on the ground.
Love is penetrating the fragrance of the flowers.
I pick a flower, smell it, and love enters my nose.
I breathe out, and love becomes the air we breathe,
becomes the infinite, love is the infinite,
I am one with everything,
I am one,
I am the infinite,
I am Love.
-from the book "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"
Don’t be afraid. I’ve got you.
You can let go and be what you truly are.
What you are, behind all the masks that you’ve created,
created to cover your face,
to disguise who you truly are.
Just let go,
I’ve got you.
-from the book "The Way Back Home"
Can you see me, without the watcher?
Can you hear me, without the listener?
Can you feel where you are?
Can you sense what you are?
I’m here, I’m empty, I’m stillness,
I’m silent, I’m SILENCE.
What would happen to the sky
if the sky thought it was a cloud?
Everything is muddy,
my feet are stuck to the ground,
the clouds are big and dark,
but I fear nothing,
the clouds bring the rain,
the rain pours over me,
over my face and washes my tears away,
washes all the mud away,
I can see clearly now,
I no longer fear nothing.
I am a tiny cloud in the clear blue sky.
I am the sky that lets the cloud move freely.
I am the one looking up at the sky in amazement.
I am the one.
I am one.
Here I am, appearing as a sound of a bird.
Here I am, as the wind, moving through the grass.
Here I am.
Love is hiding inside me, but what is me?
There is no inside and no outside.
Love takes control of this body,
makes it move through space and time.
Love listens to the story of my past,
and me believes it is true, but no stories are the truth.
The truth is I, I am is the truth.
Here I am.
Take away what is not true, and left is only I.
No past, no future, just I.
Here I am, appearing as a tree,
disappearing as me.
Here I am.
Poem from the book "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"
"The Way Back Home"
"The Way Back Home" contains 111 poems and is the third
book with poems from the path to Spiritual Awakening.
These poems should be understood with one's heart
rather than one's mind.
They are not as dark and strange as they might sound
if you listen with your heart.
The poems are sometimes written as a conversation
between the small self and the big Self.
To have a peek in the book or to purchase the book, go to:
Here are some poems from the book.
I’m making tiny pictures,
on a canvas that is bigger than anyone
can ever imagine.
My tiny pictures seem to get lost in the divine,
but still, the masterpiece wouldn’t be whole
without me and my tiny pictures.
lost or not lost are holding me back.
But aren’t they just memories?
What am I?
Not a memory.
Small tiny memories not quite remembered,
are keeping me bound to this world.
Why do they come up now?
I was so near, everything was so calm.
Everything was so clear.
And now I’m up in the mind again,
trying to find solutions to the non-existing problem.
The jigsaw puzzle doesn’t want to be solved,
doesn’t want to be put together,
doesn’t want to reveal the whole picture.
But does it really matter?
Into magic-land, I disappear, when I’m not vigilant.
Into magic-land, I lose myself completely.
Into magic-land, I disappear,
and get lost in the magic of the mind’s creation.