Truth is the fragrance that comes through a compassionate heart.A compassionate heart comes through kindness,kindness that is given to all lives.Kindness comes from melting like wax, like a candle melting with the light,the heart melting like that and bringing light to each one of the children….Love is our path towards our brothers and sisters.Compassion must be our point of unity.This is our union.This is union with  God.Our union is compassionate union on the path to God.We have come through the ages together; that is union.

M.R.Bawa Muhaiyaddeen

Dogs mark their territory;

They leave their stain on the ground

to keep others out.

Our territory is more subtle;

It involves doing things our way and

having our opinions.

Yet,all the same,

We mark it clearly

just like the dog.

If one is to enter 

He must do so

At his own risk.

Is there a land where

there are no boundaries

only peace and unity?

The quiet voice within

speaks of the true heart.

Anyone can enter ,

Only pride is left out.

There is sweetness in fruit. There is fragrance in flowers. There are trees within seeds. There is taste within water. There are glitters in the earth. There is a shine in gold. Is this not so? There is a treasury of grace and God’s qualities within us. If we can act with these qualities we will attain a life of freedom and peace.

       M.R.Bawa Muhaiyaddeen

I’m finding there’s

 a difference between

 sleep and torpor

Sleep comes when

the body and mind

are truly tired.

Torpor says,”I’m here

Don’t you feel tired,

Take a nap.”

It’s like a false fuel guage

That tells you

You’re empty.

But if you knock it hard

The needle bounces

To full.

It takes a lot of 

faith and determination

To reject torpor.

We’ve been brought up

To feel well rested,

It is our right.

What am I to do

With this imposter?

Time to get up.