feel good · love · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

My Wildflower Man

I met a man once
With a mighty heart
Beautiful smile
And soulful eyes

Why do you not love
Yourself, I thought
In a dark room you
Keep the child locked

So happy to give love
But hesitant to take any
Do you fear being left out again
Have you been betrayed by many?

Is that why the child
doesn’t come to play?
But oh dear man,
Times have changed

Must you always have
The child be a man?
Let him free, love him
For that, will make you a whole man.

love · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

Bye papa

Thanks for everything you gave

Thanks for all the laughs you shared

I hope you have a wonderful afterlife

Hope you are feeling free in the spirit realm

We will keep communicating like we used to

Now we have another angel looking after everything we do!

feel good · love · Poem · Poetry

Vancouver, you beauty!

You pulled me in with your beauty

and mesmerized me into surrender

 

You gave me a welcoming home

like you give to homeless in your streets

 

You gave my son serene lanes to walk in

lined with your quirky Victorian houses

 

You get painted in all of God’s colors

and remind me of letting go and moving on

 

You are just like my hometown

filling me with hope every morning

 

You are precious Vancouver

blessed with God’s beautiful creations

 

You are magical Vancouver

with Angels flying and looking over you

 

Thank you Vancouver

for everything you give!

I love you Vancouver!

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Poem · Poetry · Rumi

Rumi poem interpretation – Unnamed Poem

Here is my interpretation of Rumi’s unnamed poem:

Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,

or your own genuine solitude?

Freedom, or power over an entire nation?

A little while alone in your room

will prove to be more valuable than anything else

that could ever be given to you.

In this poem Rumi is trying to explain how important he thinks being alone with oneself is. It is only when we quiet the mouth as well as the mind’s chatter that revelations happen. These aha-moments which happen in a meditative state are priceless according to him.

He compares an extroverted leader who might have power – maybe over an entire nation to a mystic who has freedom and who is completely satisfied in his own solitude, and asks the reader which one they think is worth more? There is no right or wrong here, obviously. Leaders are just as important to the society as mystics. A person who is a good balance of extroversion and introversion, leadership and mysticism would indeed be like a dream come true.

Taken from The Essential Rumi

translated by Coleman Barks

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Hafez · love · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

Hafiz poem interpretation – What Happens

Here is my interpretation of Hafiz’s poem ‘What Happens’

What happens when your soul
Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love?

First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears

And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep.

But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint.

What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world

To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend?

O the Beloved
Will send you 
One of His wonderful, wild companions –

Like Hafiz.

In this poem Hafiz first describes someone who is falling in love – in the worldly ‘love’ sense – with another human being, with expectations of love being returned. This ‘great journey’ of love is what slowly makes this human being feel alive. In this love, we make a lot of heroic promises which we obviously break over time as this love/relationship becomes a mundane thing in our life. He says, God is truly amused at this childlike behavior of humans but God still appreciates that humans try to be noble, brave and saintly in the name of love.

Then he says, similarly a person might have another type of soul awakening to love – but this time, it could be to a divine type of love – one that is free of attachments and expectations. It is the deep need to love anyone whom you see hurting or suffering, the need to serve those who need help. What happens to a person like this? Hafiz answers this by saying that God will send you one of his messengers to help you out, to show you the way, to guide you. A messenger, just like Hafiz 🙂

Taken from  ‘I Heard God Laughing : Renderings of Hafiz’ by Daniel Ladinsky.

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Khalil Gibran · love · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

Gibran poem interpretation – On Children

Here is my interpretation of Gibran’s poem ‘On Children’

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, 
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, 
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, 
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, 
and He bends you with His might 
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, 
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

In this poem, Khalil Gibran – who himself did not have any child, is giving a message to parents about their children. He says that the children who are born to you – are not yours, you as parents do not ‘own’ or ‘posses’ them. You and your partner have been chosen by God to be the channel for this life – body, soul and spirit – to come into existence. You are to give them love and care, you will take care of their needs until the time they can do it for themselves – but that does not mean that in return for this you indoctrinate them with your thoughts. If you let them have thoughts of their own, they will surprise you with their brilliance. He says instead of teaching them, we can learn from them and strive to be like them. He says that parents are the bow from which the children shoot forward as the arrows – and God is the archer, orchestrating all of this. He says, be glad – you have this joy of being a parent – do all you do for your children in that gladness. For as God loves the brilliant arrows being shot forward – he similarly loves a bow which is strong, balanced, grounded and stable. He is basically, asking the parents to be a solid foundation for the children; solve your own issues – so that you don’t shake up your child’s childhood by your own mental imbalances; grow up first – before you try to help them grow up.

Taken from The Prophet by Khalil Gibran

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feel good · Ganesha · love · Poem · Spiritual

Ganapati Bappa Morya!

My father chopped off my head

I died. He attached an Elephant head instead

And resurrected me – for he was the God Shiva.

I saw his regret and forgave him in a heartbeat

Adored, loved and respected him ever since.

This is how Lord Ganesha, came into being.

 

Do you think, you will be able to do that?

Forgive the one who chops off your head?

Can you forgive the car that cuts off in front of you in the city traffic?

The boss who makes you feel worthless?

The spouse who has no time to hear your heartfelt thoughts?

The parents who did not understand their sensitive child?

All those who make these tiny cuts in your soul – day in and day out?

Can you forgive them?

 

That is why Ganesha is God and we are mere mortals.

Let us pray, that God Shiva chop off our ego-heads

and replaces it with one full of wisdom and knowledge,

just like Ganesha’s and all our obstacles shall begone.

 

Ganapati Bappa Morya! Happy Ganesh Chaturthi!

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Marathi · Poem · Poetry · Spiritual

Marathi poem with translation – मनाचा आरसा (Mind’s mirror)

मनाचा आरसा

आपल्या सर्वांमधे असतो एक आरसा
हा कधी दिसत नाही
पण आपल्या असण्याची
जाणीव नेहमी करून देतो

ज्या भावना आपण स्वतःशी लपवतो
त्यांचं प्रतिबिंब हा दाखवतो
कधी स्वप्नांमधे,
कधी ह्या जीवनाच्या स्वप्नात

हा सगळं शोधून काढतो
आणि मग ह्या मोह-माये मधे
त्या भावनांना व्यक्त करतो
चांगल्या-वाईट परिस्थितीनमध्ये झोकतो

हे सगळं हा आपल्यासाठीच करतो
आपण आपल्या भावनांचे मान करावे
त्यांना शुद्रांसारखे दूर न ढकलता
त्यांच्यामधे पूर्णपणे एकरूप होऊन
त्यानां आपलाच भाग बनवावे
हीच या आरश्याची इच्छा

आरसा म्हणतो,
आरे माणसा, ज्या दिवशी
माझ्यामध्ये मला काहीच दिसणार नाही
त्या दिवशी मी फुटणार आणि
माझ्यासोबत तू ही मुक्त

राधिका

Here is a rough translation of the poem in English :
Inside all of us, there is a mirror – mind’s mirror
We cannot see it, but it makes it’s presence felt.
Whichever feelings we suppress,
This mirror shows us it’s reflection
Either in dreams or in this illusionary world that we live in.
The mirror pushes us into worldly situations
Where we are made to feel these suppressed emotions again
It does this so that we see this feeling, acknowledge it and make it a part of our own being instead of disowning it.
The mirror tells us ‘Human, the day I see no reflection in myself – I will get destroyed and along with me, you will be free from this cycle of Samsara (life, death and rebirth)’
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