Comments on: Lalla – Intense cold makes water ice

By: kamal

kamal — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 00:56:39 +0000

hi! missed being out of sight.today im seas away from my native land.reading this poem welled up tears.whereever i may be,HE, is always with me.

in those moments
of happiness
my closed eyes
thanked you
for
grace
n mercy
again my closed eyes
thank you
for
helping me
bear that
momentry pain
which again
i know
is your grace
to purgate
something
to give me a reason again
to be happy
n
thank you.
I LOVE YOU GOD

By: manjusaradhey

manjusaradhey — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 08:04:33 +0000

ivan
i read thise poem iam so happy for that i wlive in god its realy truth for my life i am so lakky because jo ham apni life main her pal jiski ashim kirpa ko andekha kar dete hain kisliay only ouver igo but god her pal her manav ke under hai tabhi to bo jivit hai ego ake asa aham hai jo her kisi ke under gupt rupe se chipahota hain or samay ke sadguru se gyan prapt kerke hame hamari realty ka pata chalta hain ki real main ham hain kone or kyo is dhara dham main hain
chahe poem ho chahe koi bhi bo bat jisme hame us satay sawrupe iswar ke darshan ho jo filing hai bo atma se hi hoty hain atma bo sprit hai jo sat cheedannand sawrope hain jo pratek manav ki realty hai or

By: Leah

Leah — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 22:35:37 +0000

Ivan,
I always love these poems you post. I grew up in England, and on occasion we had snow at Christmas. What a Godly gift that was for an excited child !
Though Australia has snow – good skiing snow too – I am nowhere near that. My day to day experience is of heat, so I guess I’m being tempered by a furnace, as opposed to ice and snow. LOL.
The winters where I live have the odd nights that go below freezing, but snow is not an option here, just a skim of frost that burns off with the first sun.
Despite that, the Godhead is to be found everywhere, so I don’t mourn the snow, rather I embrace the sun.
Thank you for this truly lovely site, and for communicating with me. NOW I have somewhere to write what I think about these divine poems.
All the very best to you from far, far away.
Leah from Down Under.

By: BA

BA — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 18:52:46 +0000

Dear Ivan,
Hope your health is fine and mood jovial. It is after so long that I have written to you.
In fact Lalla is from this part of Himalayan region where I reside now and here she is know as a saint. The above poem must remind you of that. Infact the beauty of these “wakhs” as these are called in my native lingo, are so beautiful that one goes on listening to them endlessly. These are sort of blissful music to the soul.
Here these are Known as “Lalla Wakhs”.

Have a nice day and take care of your health.
Bashir.

By: Jim Atwell

Jim Atwell — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 18:43:02 +0000

And who would I be if not for you?
Without you I am nothing.
An endless void in a sea of timelessness
What is Love without a lover?
Become me, be me,
Lovers in time and timelessness.
Figures in form and formlessness.
Together we are Love
Apart we are Lovers.

Much Love
Jim Atwell

By: Karen Hastings

Karen Hastings — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 18:33:38 +0000

This poem really moves me by its simplicity.To me,meditation is the real thing,not being bothered with a lot of dogma.You just go within and feel God’s presence.Bravo again,Ivan!