Journey of the Heart

As I reflect on the turmoil of daily living… I see how sometimes, in those moments of darkness and despair,  it can be challenging to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  And yet, the magical hand of the Divine asserts Its Presence at the subtlest levels of our being.    At challenging moments, I meditate on how every breath, every moment is infused with the brush strokes of the Infinite light that permeate the darkest corners on this Earth.   The light informs and infuses every particle of our existence. And I take solace in reflecting on how our life’s work is to find it in the inner, deeper dimensions of our being, of our own inner light. For we are never really in darkness.  Photography by Robert Sturman Weaving  The weaver of light Creates forms and souls In the image of waves Originating from its core The magic of light Unveiling the hidden In the mystery of sound In the middle of this Being In the ...

The sound that originates from the Source brings this Universe into existence… It is mystical, mysterious and magical! Its vibrations resonate at every level of our being. The existential question of the purpose of life is a constant companion to my mind. When I rediscover the Infinite Reality within, it is both an evolution and a revolution for me. The evolution of my own consciousness expands my understanding of the human experience. That’s when I begin to see the tapestry of life as an interweaving of the mundane and the divine, of movement and stillness, and of the form and the formless, all emanating from the same Divine Source! This poem attempt to capture that vision. The Sound of Truth I have come here to open my soul To the miracle of life To the wonder of this birth To the blossoming lotus flower In the centre of my core I have come to this Earth to free my spirit To the joy of knowing the true fabric of my essence To experience the ...

  I have felt like a nomad, a gypsy all my life – always searching, never finding.  An outsider wherever I went... It manifested as a constant movement, first from one country to another during my teenage years, and then as a constant searching for something out there, in the world, that would complete me, that would end this existential angst. The poem “The Tree” is a metaphor for the One who has manifested the multiplicity of forms and has remained centered and grounded within Its Absolute Knowingness and Beingness. The trunk of a tree is solidly rooted in the ground and yet its branches are looking heavenly into the sky.   This is the longing, the yearning to know the Self while living in this body. The Tree I sit unwavering The trunk of a tree Nothing touches me I am unbound Centered and free I am the tree The giver of life That grows to give solace Water and food To every soul That wanders by I am the tree That...