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LIKE FALLEN DRY FRUIT by Maira De La Cruz

These words describe my experience in finding God…
I realized how the Supreme is always there waiting for us to call out to him in whatever situation in life we find ourselves in. In fact he becomes happy when we intensely wish to re-establish our relationship with him.
In my Bhakti faith, God's name is Krishna and he is all Love! This is why Krishna reciprocates with us according to our desire to sincerely connect with him. He is ever merciful and is always ready to forgive us “fallen fruits”.
Like Fallen Dry Fruit
There is a far away memory of the olden days, when I felt like a fallen, dried up piece of fruit on the most lowest plain of dusty dirt.
Idly waiting by for the seconds to take my life completely. Life had a grey hue without a drop of nectar. Where do I belong? Not here. Not there. Not anywhere on this planet Earth.
Better to go back where I came from. Let's go! I'm ready.
Wait...where is that? Where do I come from? Wait...Who am I?
God, are you there? Are you able to hear…

WHEN WE HIT THE WALL by Jenn Lui

The ebb and flow of the creative process presents us with two very different ways of looking at the times of stillness…
 It can feel like a dreaded curse, or an invitation to enter our soft inner cocoon and transform, even just a little.
This poem is for everyone who has ever felt stuck, lost and hopeless, and is a reminder that only in the darkness can we see the stars.
When We Hit The Wall by Jenn Lui
                                     The landscape before us changes There is an unbearable stillness In the air that grows stale and wretch All colors fade and retreat
                                     The great expanse curls and shrivel                                                Dries up on itself and shrinks                                      Hardened and cruel                                      Into the wall before us pressing tightly
                                     The air grows thicker and thicker Gasping and panicking we scream Our bloody fingers scratching For freedom beyond t…

TRUE TO MYSELF by Gwen Potts

A simple poem…
It was written whilst contemplating childhood experiences and the things we come to learn from them as we grow. To realize there really is a gift within everything.

True To Myself
There is a lonely child inside of me Never feeling complete She tiptoes around Afraid to been seen So shy and so meek

Heart hurting with sadness With every heart beat But my heart still beats strongly Waiting for sadness to be released

Rhythmically reminding me Of a childhood spent alone Quiet, grey days Waiting for love to be shown

A child knows of passion Enthusiasm and joy Playfully exuberant In a world full of magic Just wanting to rejoice

THE MEETING WITH GOD by Jennifer Doane Upton

This is a poem dealing with an ambiguous asceticism…
On the one hand, this asceticism is necessary; on the other, it is in danger of going too far, of cutting off the very life it is attempting to heal. “My soul” is the Self that is beyond the identity of “I”.
This poem is from my recently-published collection Black Sun: Poems 1965-1985 (Finishing Line Press, 2014) which can be purchased here.

The Meeting with God
I, who do not know my own soul’s name have already seen her, disguised as the shadow of a river, saying to me:
“Cry as much as you can for you cannot live another day without meeting God. Your heart cannot be broken more.”
When I came back into the world all those of the world made me forget you, saying that I’d loved you more than anyone could love God; God would punish me, they all said, by making me love even more. How can I pretend not to know