“Nothing reveals the mysterious eyes of fate,
So do we think of our palms and stars?
But within us its seeds lay;
The depth of boundless darkness unfolds.
In clear view a dormitory of dormant seeds,
A row of to-be trees.
Whispers of this world to know and to feel,
Packed with volumes stands this gigantic library.
A quest into the queer crust of Atlantic
Reveals the keys to unravel mysteries.
Wiser the way from within than without
As our inside give way to what lies in store for us.”
(Yogi Bhajan’s poem for teachers)
Your identity shifts. You are a teacher.
Your mind has but one calling:
to love, serve, obey, and excel!
People come to you.
They find you according to their destiny.
They come with divided minds.
They suffer from the conflicts
that you have now mastered.
They long to experience the unisonness
of their spirit.
You elevate the life of each person and
deliver the touch of grace.
You chisel off the final remnants of ego.
Then you pull them toward the Infinite as you
confront the pieces of their fractured identity and ask
them to elevate themselves.
You bless all to find their innocence,
integrity and commitment.
As a tool in the hand of God, you deliver each person
back to an experience of the Infinite self.
Acting only as needed.
Through the grace of God and Guru,
deliver them to the feet of the Guru.
Twilight time, the haze of mixed emotions
The breath slows, the heart stills
The mind settles
Into a groove of thoughtless wonder
Past dreams and the drama of tomorrow
The letting go of blood and bone
The shedding of a skin
To slip into something more comfortable
Endless sea of not forgotten faces
A fond embrace, a gentle touch
I search the crowd this night to see
Who will dance with me.
The Dance of a thousand ages
Familiar melody, ancient verse
Swept away and floating
Moving to an ancient rhythm
First one and then another
Place and people, motion and emotion
Reuniting and entwining
In geometric time
The Lessons acted out so well
We laugh, we cry
And vow next time to write a better play
Twilight time just before darkness
I drift away on memories of being free
And wonder this night
Who will dance with me
When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone
no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark
where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure
you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb
The night will give you a horizon
further than you can see.
You must learn one thing.
The world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.
Clashing, clawing, tossing words like daggers,
as out of control their hearts beat..
At each other like wild Fire-birds,
feathers flying at ten thousand feet..
As they lock together,
spiraling to the bottom of the canyons below..
Their eyes meet..
Savage as the untamed beast with laser glare,
the heat of the moment continued,
And then, catching their breath,
knowing the rocks below await if they did not break..
Gazes soften, eyes widen, pulses slow..
The beauty of each, as a mirror they unclench,
releasing the grip,
that would spell their destiny..
She gracefully spreads those spectacular wings,
he boldly shadows her beauty, her grace..
Both recognizing they are one and the same..
Stunning creatures of the same God..
Drifting now on currents of faith..
Like fine wine filling a glass,
love spreads thru their bodies, their souls at last..
Replacing the madness, replacing the heat,
with the deftness of Angels,
the tips of their wings touch..
The love in their eyes tell the story as such..
Why were they arguing, a cloud may wonder,
As they laugh and faint, who cares is an answer..
I see you her eyes say..
I see you his eyes say..
Together..Namaste my love..
She is the One for whom the birds sing.
Her womb births worlds untold
Her hair is like the rivers, endlessly flowing.
Her breath is the Four Winds.
When She speaks, new universes unfurl.
Her favorite words are Love, Freedom and Joy.
She wears peace like a halo.
You Struggle Together (or just alone)
You do not give up
and in the end all that is left is Hope….
How sweet the air is tonight
(Silky caramel melting on your fingertips).
Perfect teal sky
A beautiful rushing breeze
That makes the green trees and bushes
Dance with each other.
Maybe they all know that tonight I will die…
Knowing soon I will become incorporated
Into the strata of life again.
Ready to be molded into an intricate Vessel.
Only to die later on,
In the time-honoured tradition.
Dance, tree, dance,
I will be right by your side….
A lime sapling reaching for the sun,
The gritty soil between my toes.
Author: Ronel van Tonder
Die winter kou aan my se lyf
laat my liggaam koud en styf
hare staan regop op hoender se vleis
lippe gekleur in blou en grys
Die laken is koud voel eintlik nat
jy kan nie aan my met jou koue hande vat
ek kry so koud my tande klap
ek kry so koud man, ek kan dit nie meer vat!
Die winterval is ‘n afgryslike ding
jy hoor geen voëltjies in die more sing
die ys maak ‘n waterkring
op die voeltjiebak se ronding
Voetspore in die vroegoggend ryp
die water is gevries in die kraan se pyp
om koue uit my lyf te dwing
warmte van my geliefde se omhelsing
stadig voel ek die koue pyn verdwyn
die winterval wegkwyn
Liefde is deur dik en dun
altyd die antwoord op elke ding