Trust

Trust yourself.

Trust others.

Trust the universe to carry you

through the valleys and mountains of eternity.

Without trust, we have nothing.

We trust and our hearts open a little.

Betray my trust and, on this human plane, I suffer:

My pride stings and my ego cries,

But in my heart I am still free.

Betray my trust, not realising, in your ignorance,

That it is your innermost, ever-present heart

That feels the agony of your actions.

Losing trust, anger and resentment close my heart a little

But if I trust again.

If I trust with fortitude and faith,

My heart will open to embrace heaven on earth.

on a bus to Kannur, November 2009

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What is that part of me 

that wants so badly to possess him?

Certainly that part is bred of

Fear, attachment, clinging

Is it the part that wants to relax,  

To give up and die?

I want him to fill the hole

The hole in my body

In my mind

And soul

But sensing the desperate, grasping child

I see the error of my way

And like the butterfly

I try to free him

With open hands

And an open heart

Radiating love

on a bus to Kannur, November 2009