MAI's blog

Of Goldfish And Pigeons And Guppies

MAI's picture



Words

At my old home I had a little fish pond going in the terrace garden

With guppies and goldfish
And a couple of large grey sucker fish
That would lay motionless



Nectar Cannot Taste Itself

MAI's picture



And when the other left
Leaving half an empty space
One half of a kiss remained

It left me bereft
Nectar cannot know the taste of itself

And you longed to kiss yourself



And The Fullness Comes Marching In

MAI's picture



Eternity's ring

It never went anywhere

It was always where it had been
Awaiting your kiss

Your own lips
Thirsting

An ocean dying...parched
Looking for the wetness of water



A Love Like This

MAI's picture



It poured and pored and poured forth
It was uncontainable
Inundating me

There was no stopping this runaway train
It had a life of its own
Doing itself

I had no clue

A love like this



And Your Own Song Sings Back To You

MAI's picture



Many teachers and gurus use words like "god" or "self"



The Fragrance Of Spring

MAI's picture



Perhaps that's why I shut the fuck up
For a long number of years

I never had the words
And I just intrinsically knew it was premature

And withdrew into Ramana's proverbial cave



Between Everything And Nothing At All

MAI's picture



There are many ideas what this looks like

This shift of which we speak

Mostly about who one wants to be... or would like to become

Seeking... seeking



Between A Rock And A Hard Place

MAI's picture



Hope
And
Fear

Between the devil and the deep blue sea

God alone knows how long I lived like that

In hope and fear

Caught between a rock and a hard place

Hope



Love-Light

MAI's picture



Something wondrous happens... when you've met the deep pain in yourself

And in that intimacy
The pain dissolved

Leaving an emptiness

Empty of even a reflection in itself of itself



The Dreamer Is Being Dreamt

MAI's picture



I watch haplessly
As I see them dying a thousand deaths
This dreamer-less dream

Even as a knowingness percolates
Into the dream
That there's not even nothing there

All made up