Poetry Chaikhana Blog

somehow the battered heart
blossoms with such beauty,
no hint of past hurts

You can never be separated from your Self, your being, God.

The only “work” there is to do
is to become fully aware
of this immutable fact.

What can one do but stand
in silent awe of the vision that emerges,
showing us how much bigger we are
than even our best stories?