Thursday, May 24, 2012

Abundance!


Abundance!

Confessed my friend, he was baptized with good thoughts
And all the goodness there is
No! It wasn’t some wishful thinking or day dreaming
But, he was calling the universe’s colossal power
Attracting by his intention
Of being great and doing great!
To empower the likes of him, humanity!

Although -
Criticized by critics,
With the mention of his ambition
He ducked the haters hate
Despite they go irate…

In any case,
my friend has chosen to ride the rocket
And shoot beyond the limiting earth sphere and
Gravity
He chose to be baptized in the power
Way bigger
Way richer than the chronic lack
Surrounded the earth
And the distorted calamity.

My friend chose to prosper his soul
He vote prosperity
He chose to leave the philosophy to philosophers
And let them philosophize
… why people should dwell in poverty
Let them philosophize
…why the God of abundance has slumbered
But, he chose prosperity!
… and, when I stare at my friend in the mirror
I embraced full heartedly
With hunger in my soul, fire in my eyes
I too wanted to immerse
In the water deep - heart core of the universe
I too wanted to be baptized
I chose to live in abundance!

“…Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into…”
Wayne Dyer

Pazion 2012

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Beautifully Beautified...!


Beautifully Beautified...!

If I were to tell you
I’m squeezing my soul and dripping
Droplets of words...
I’m not littering the world
But, rather beautifying it
Speaking with love chords
And melodies and rainbow colors
Painting this canvas called life
As I pass through,
An observing traveler
Attempting to discern the real voice
With a clue
from the noise random
See ? in the past
Seldom I
discard the bad experiences
and my misdeed
At times, I was confused by their persona
At times refused to proceed!
Now ... my dear
When I hear a voice whispering,
Genuinely ...
                                “Come my love
                                let's run away. . .
                                then build our own world
                                from grains of sand and pieces of wood. . .
                                Come, let's run away. . . “
What am I to do –
Except to run away – and fly with you ...!
To the end of the world – to the end of time !
For genuine travelers of life...!
Pazion   -   2012

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