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Gifts with No Givera love affair with truthPoems by NIRMALA
Nirmala offers these poems in gratitude for the love andgrace that flow through his teacher, Neelam, and in gratitudefor the blessings of truth brought to this world by RamanaMaharshi and H.W.L. Poonja. In addition he would like tothank Donald Turcotte for his generous assistance in thedesign and production of this collection, and also PamelaWilson for her help with editing.Endless Satsang Foundationhttp://endless-satsang.comDownload other free ebooks by Nirmala at:http://endless-satsang.com/freeCopyright 1999 by Daniel Erway (Nirmala)Cover Photo: SilverV/iStockPhoto.comA free bonus excerpt from Nothing Personal: Seeing Beyond theIllusion of a Separate Self by Nirmala is included at the end ofthis book.to Neelamthe blue sapphire flame in my heart
your hand is always in mineyour whispered endearments are my constantcompanionyou have never turned your face from meno matter how many times I have turned fromyounow I vow undying loveI meet you in the secret places I used tohide from you inI hold you with tenderness I used toreserve for my painI would give you my life and my breath inan instantfor you are my true lovethe one with no formthe one who has never been anywhere, butright herein the singing of my heart1
why fear this momentwhen no thoughts comeat last I lie nakedin the arms of experiencewhy fear this momentwhen no words comeat last I find restin the lap of silencewhy fear this momentwhen love finds itself aloneat last I am embracedby infinity itselfwhy fear this momentwhen judgment falls awayat last my defensesfail to keep intimacy at baywhy fear this momentwhen hope is lostat last my foolish dreamsare surrendered to perfection2
I may think I feel lovebut it is love that feels meconstantly testing the woven fibersthat enclose and protect my heartwith a searing flamethat allows no illusion of separationand as the insubstantial fabric of my innerfortressis peeled away by the persistent fireI desperately try to save some charred remainsby escaping into one more dream of passionI may think I can find lovebut it is love that finds memeanwhile, love becomes patient and lies inwaitits undying embers gently glowingand even if I now turn and grasp after thesource of warmthI end up cold and empty-handedI may think I can possess lovebut it is love that possesses meand finally, I am consumedfor love has flared into an engulfing blazethat takes everythingand gives nothing in returnI may think love destroys mebut it is love that sets me free3
the past is long gonefrom herethere is no way backhow could there bethe present is over too quicklyfor feeble desiresto have any effectexcept to hide peacethe future races aheadforever out of reachof dreamy wishesand useless plansand yet when I restin the endless nowevery need is satisfiedin ways never imagined4
I have fallen in love with truthI only want to be with herI cannot stand to be apartI would gladly go to the ends of the earthor I would never again move from this spotjust to be sure to inhale her fragrant perfumewith my dying breathI have fallen in love with truthher every wish my commandI simply must obeyfor she has captured my souland taken complete controlof even my innermost thoughtsfreeing me to find reposein her unadorned splendorI have fallen in love with truthwith exquisite tenderness she shows methe perfection in my every flawno need for pretensefor she knows everything about meand yet takes me in her armswith complete abandonuntil only she remains5
sunlight burnsshadow coolsthere is no differenceearth is stillgrass is movingthere is no differencewind rustlessky is silentthere is no differencespider drifts by on a silken weband I remainthere is no difference6
where is absence of desireonce I dreamed there would only be blissnow I am in awe of the ordinarynow I am content with longing or no longingdesires do not disturb the source of all desirelife and death carry on as they always haveand always willonly the dreamer is gonebehind the flow of imaginationbeyond any effort to be stilldancing in the ebb and flow of attentionmore present than the breathI find the origins of my illusionsonly the dreamer is gonethe dream never ends7
river of voiceseternal mantra of foammeaningless words swallowed in a hummingroarthoughts arise and are splashed awayriver of musicsacred song of motionnowhere to go but downstreamactions arise and are swept awayriver of soundslaughing and cryingimpossible to bring the depths to the surfaceemotions arise and are washed awayriver of silenceflowing through everythingpeace beyond even the absence of soundnothing ever arises8
I don't know what to sayI never know what to sayyet there is great power in not knowingknowing I can never knowthe mystery constantly deepensoverwhelming my sense of what isthe mystery speaks without wordstaking the breath awayleaving no air for wordsin silence there is room for pain and blissin unlimited measure9
love is a dreamthat does not stopwhen you awakenbut constantly surprisesno strong emotionsstirring up dustand clouding your visionlove is more than it seemsand has a purposeyou cannot seeand yet cannot hide fromlove is an inescapable realitythat knocks you senselesstakes your breath awayand leaves no heart beatingbut its own10
nobody is my loverI searched for her for lifetimesand finally noticedshe was always at my sidenothing is my heart's true desirebut somethingused to always get in the waynow emptiness fills me to overflowingas I fall into my lover's embraceI can love you or .I can love love itselfand thus love you trulyletting illusion rest at lasthas freedom spoiled me for any other loveror is there room for the one in the infinitequestions fall away in the embrace of my truelovejoin me in her armsand rest at lastI am carriedlike a mother holding her infant childtender, yet firmI am provided forwith caring attentionthat anticipates every needand yetI am swallowed whole by this love11
no longer my hand that movesno longer my voice that musesno longer my eyes that fill with tearsat the simple beauty of a hazy afternoonwho could contain this rapturewho keeps this heart beatingwho could keep this heart from breakingat the loss of everything it foolishly held dearquestions have lost their fascinationlonging has surrendered to fullnessgratitude is enougheven with the loss of everythingfoolishly held dear12
endless traces of memoryfill in empty momentsstealing my peaceand robbing my happinessthey cannot take the real treasurebeyond peace and happinessbehind every memoryis simple awarenessof this ordinary momenta body breathinga mind making comparisonsand yet something moreis always presentthis simple momenta body still breathingmind still chasing dreamswhat is the something morethat fills the ordinary with magic?the full recognitionof what was always longed forin the heart13
through emptinesspeace is bornno painful labor requiredan easy birthan easy lifean easy deaththe peace flows from the depthsthe heart can only be brokenwhen the object of love is gonebut true love has no objectthrough emptinessawareness is bornit grows untendedfilling the emptiness with eyesand ears and nosesand more heartsto be broken and mendedbroken and mendeduntil they can no longerbe brokenonly mendedthrough awarenessbirth is endedwhat never ends needs no beginninglove is too largefor a heart to holdyet the opened heartrests in this largenessuntil fear is also endedknowing the hearthas always beenunbroken14
no poemno songno ritualcaptures the simple beingness of a stonelet alone a mountain of stonebut let the stone write the poemlet the mountain sing in your heartlet the rituals fall like gentle rain to nourish the godsinside every stoneand every mountainlet your soul rise above the mountainabove the rainabove the cloudsthe journey home requires no effortonly willingness to release your claw like gripon the familiar groundthen the stone speaks unspeakable truththen the mountain fills your heart with a silentsong of peaceand rituals sprout wings of surrender in yoursouland you arrivehere15
like a green desertlife has burst forthin this empty containerspilling overand moistening the parched soilno need to store the bountythe supply is endlessthe source is at handthe fruits of no laborwithin easy reachfeast on thisfeed the deepest longingdrink until thirst is a distant memorydesire itself is consumedwhen the heart finds nourishment16
your smilemorning sun on new fallen snowmelting the icy chillunveiling a blue sapphire flame in my heartburning memory into ashrevealing blissyour eyesdark liquid pools of gracecausing a whirlpool of emotioncarrying me to the depthsdrowning me in joyyour touchgentlest breezepassing through skin and flesh and bonehealing so completeleaving no scarswhere once were deep woundsyour formgraceful flight in empty skygiving me birthnaming meruling me foreveryet your only command: setting me freeyour voicebirdsong and distant thunderinspiring quiet so vastthinking no longer finds refugeyour lovea rain swollen riveroverflowing its bankswashing away all cherished possessionsleaving an empty cupfull of peace17
I never knew tears could feel so gooduntil I opened my heartand found they come from the same sourceas boundless laughterinstead of blurring my visionthey bring beauty into focusinstead of burning my cheeksthey wash away dusty dryness I used to hidebehindlet sorrow have me nowfor surrender has freed me to savorthe bittersweet nectarthat flows in measureless abundancefrom within18
I bathe in holy waterwash myself clean in the sacred rivernothing has changedyet senses are now clearand I hear what she is saying to my heart:give me your foolish thoughts.you don't need them anymoregive me your every desire.they will never fulfill yougive me your deepest fears.what use have they ever been to yougive me your very soul.you have always been too largefor its tight confinesso once again I plunge into Ganga's embrace.once for my thoughtsonce more for my desiresand a third time for my fearsshe has always had my souland once again, nothing has changed.nothing always changes19
no deep rooted fearsfear exists on the surfacefear is the surfacedive deeper and fear is swallowedin the depth of knowingnothing to fear in this momenteven when a gun is held to your headthe thing most feared has not yet happenedonce an event has occurredfear is too latefear has no home herewhere all is as it isBreathe the tranquil airand discover the fragrant serenity20
thoughts dance their enticing movesbefore my entranced inner sightbut the spell is brokenwhen I wonderwho is entrancedmemories beckon seductivelywith all the luster they can manageyet their shine is swallowedin the lightbehind my eyesthere is one dancerI cannot resisther only movement is utter stillnessI find no memoryin her transparent gaze21
romance is a simple mistakefinding true lovein the arms of one otheris like capturing a waterfallin a tiny cupthirst is slightly quenchedwhy not just step into the sourceromance is a beautiful distractiontaking you beyond your dry concernsyet what good is an open heartwith room for only onewhen that one is gonethe heart is empty and dryand tears fall on empty groundromance is a single dropin a torrent of lovewhy settle for one sip at a timethe sweetest tasting water is deeper than thesurfacedive into the currentand as you are swept awaydrink to your heart's content22
nothing seen is wastedthe sight of every eyeincreases the range of visionof that which seesevery sight is a gemof pure perfectionin the inner eyesof that which seeseach viewpointlives on forevernothing can diewithin that which seeslook deeply into any eyebeyond your reflectioncome face to facewith that which seesabandon appearancelet go of pretenseyou are naked and exposedbefore that which seesdo not turn away your gazeno need to hideonly love shines in the eyesof that which sees23
all may have a mind of their ownbut thoughts are gifts of gracetouching mind for an instantlike melting snowflakesevery place can be homebut rest is a divine blessingwhen effort falls awaylike the setting sunthe heart may burn with emptinessbut love comes in wavessmoothing away doubtslike a tide erasing footprints in the sand24
in the dreamI always play the foolin the dreammy defenses always failin the dreammy desires are never fully satisfiedin the dreammy heart is broken over and overwide awakeI always play the foolwide awakemy defenses always failwide awakemy desires are never fully satisfiedwide awakemy heart sings its endless joy25
what should we dowhat is the purpose of lifehere is the endless taskto do nothing wellhere is your purposeto be free of any purposewhy do we suffer sohow can we end the painhere is the source of sufferingin the desire to end sufferingthere is no end to painnor an end to joywithin the soul of freedom26
my longing was never deep enoughto touch this empty wellmy effort was never great enoughto move this unmovable mountainmy understanding was never broad enoughto contain this silent truthmy dreaming was never real enoughto shape this formless presencenothing is always enoughwhen nothing is needed27
the mysteryof this simple momentcannot be spokenyet all of historyoccurred to arrive herethe mysteryof the endless terrain of selfcannot be mapped outcountless new frontiersare born with every breaththe mysteryof awakeningcannot be achievedall that is neededis to notice inner eyes that never closethe mysteryof sweet undying lovecannot be understoodthe heart already knowswhat the mind can only long forthe mysteriesalways remainuntouched by worried thoughtready to welcome us homewhen we abandon our dreams28
take my handfeel the vital gripthat love lends to this fleshlisten to my voicehear the catch in my throatof awe that can't be expressedgaze into my eyessee tears welling upas I recognize my long lost self in yoursmilerest in my armsfind refuge in my embraceuntil you know you are forever safejoin me nowherewhere we have never parted29
no word is real enoughto conjure up a crumb of breadstill we try to find nourishmentin endless musingno thought is thick enoughto cushion a fallyet we pursue idle distractionswhile tripping on obstacles in our paththere is a silent voice behind the wordsthere is a quiet source of every thoughtlisten without your earsponder without your mindrest your senses and your sensefor just one moment of this stillnesswill sustain and uphold you forever30
it is herein the breathit is herein the stillness between breathsit is herein the active mindit is herein the resting mindit is herein the dream's panoramait is herein each moment of awakeningit is herewhen all is wellit is herewhen fear has nothing left to feareven thenthere is pure noticingeven thenthere is no need for doingno frantic searchingcan find the obviousno seeking neededto find that which seeksit is herewhere it can never be lostor found31
where does willingness come fromwilling to do anythingalthough nothing can be donewilling to surrender everythingalthough nothing is minewilling to be exposedalthough there is nothing to hidewhere does lovingness come fromloving the flaws in usalthough we are perfectloving the simplicityalthough feelings are so complexloving youalthough no one is therewhere does gratefulness come fromgrateful for the laughteralthough the joke is on megrateful for the beautyalthough eyes cannot truly seegrateful for the bountyalthough hands are forever empty32
truth is a living beingthat must be nourished and fedand lovedthen it grows and blossomsfilling the air with pure aromamaking us gasp with delighttruth is a friendthat asks for loyaltyand acceptancethen it enters our heartsdissolving the boundariesfreeing us from lonelinesstruth is a demanding loverthat requires constant affectionand endless giftsthen it rewards uswith a glimpse of indescribable beautymaking us faint with satisfactionand finally truth is an empty handthat asks for and requiresnothing33
the obvious signsa playful smileabsence of pretensedisregard for conventionrespect for truthlisten when they speaklook where they pointfollow where they leadabandon hope and faith and dreamsaccept nothing less than all they have to giveyour share in the infinite is infinitecome claim your birthrightreturn to the place never leftreturn and let the seeker restsubside in the unending peacelet the seeker restlet that which you seek find youlet the seeker restthe task is finishedlet the seeker restlet the seeker rest34
behind closed eyesthe world falls awaya whirl of empty sensationwith no boundarydrowning thoughtin a silent symphonyburning the bodyin painless effigywhen eyes open againthe world is cleansedonly perfection remainsthe room is resplendentwith the absence of illusion35
gratefulfor gracethat fills mind with visionsof the invisiblegratefulfor timethat expands to embracestillnessgratefulfor breaththat seems to requireno breathergratefulfor gratitudethat breaks the soul wide openfreeing love36
in a timeless instantbefore a painful idea appears in my mindan ever present softness, a gentle handreaches into my thoughtsand soothes themuntil they reflect only empty skyin a timeless momentbefore a desire burns in my heartan inexhaustible peace, a whisperedsilencequells the storm of fruitless wishingleaving me breathlessly stillin a timeless lifetimebefore my story is wrenched from silencea wordless honesty, an unflinching gazeshows me my facewithout shadows of doubtdimming the fire withinin a timeless eternitybefore my soul is torn from infinitya passionate tenderness, an enfoldingembraceleaves me alonewith the source of sweetnesseven closer than a kiss37
welcome homewelcome to the home never leftyou have always lived herewill always live herethis is home, forever.so stop nowno effort is requiredeven during all journeysyou have always been herethis is home, forever.so relax nowthe fire is in the hearththis inner fire is keeping you warmthe storms outside cannot touch youthis is home, forever.so rest noweveryone loved is right herewe have always lived herewill always live herethis is home, forever.38
I must follow this thoughtall the waylet the mind have its way with mebut only with menot with the quiet presencethe voice behind all thoughtsI must feel this emotionwith my whole beingand as it sweeps me off my feetenjoy the sensation of fallingfalling endlessly into the armsof no loverI must, I mustfor this dream demands no lessthan total suspension of disbelieftotal surrenderfor the dream and the dreamerare one and the sameI have never been more than a dreamand the dreameris awake39
endless poems wait to be writtenwhile all has been said beforethis truth cannot be spokenand so I try againjust to get a little closerto the unspeakable realityforever gently teasing just out of reachforever invisible at the edge of perceptionforever tranquil in the maelstrom of feelingsforever present in this moment’s eternity40
it doesn’t matterwhat I domind judgesthen judges itself for judgingthat’s just what minds dowhen I let it have its wayit surprises me by stoppingand in the vacant interludethe mind finds no gripand falls effortlesslyinto the deep pool of silenceit never left41
rain fallswithin the endless awarenessthe sun still shinesbehind the cloudsloss ripsat the heart of loveempty peace still restsat the source of tearsfloods washaway the precious hillsideslife rises to the surfacefor another breath of joythoughts raceacross the mind’s attentionquiet still singsfrom the throat of nowherepure freedom remainswhen all else isswallowed in the river of time42
mind always winsevery thought an artful trapleading further into dreamsresistance speeds the entanglementsurrender, the only optionthen what surprising silenceentanglement becomes a tender caressdreaming dissolves in wondermind continues the endless gamejumping in to claim peace as its owncreating a new identity to play withas if it could find something solid in emptyspacelaughter, the only responsethen identities come and gomind plays on the surfacesilence enjoys it all43
all I have ever wanted is wantingall I have ever had is havingall I am is all there isand wanting and having are always herein equal measureall I have ever loved is loveall I have ever loved is lovingall I am is loveand loving is always herein infinite measure44
quite ordinary desirescome and gocome and gonever needing to be fulfilledtheir satisfaction made irrelevantby the shining beautyof a rain soaked forestthe rain washing away thoughtsof something lackingwhat could be lackingin this explosion of lifethat grows in each nook and crannyof the infinite heartthe moisture of loveseeping down to nourish the rootsof every beingor dancing in streams and riversall the way home45
die a littlewith every disappointmentor find what never diesand has no preferencestry a littleand keep illusion goingor see the futility of effortand stop pushing on nothingbe happy a littlenow and then when circumstance allowsor rest in the source of happinessnow, then and alwaysbelieve a littlethat you are someoneor notice there is no separate onenor any limit to beinglove a littlewith half a heartor let love have it allfilling the heart to overflowing46
the dance of emptinessgoes on and oncolors, shapes and formsarrayed in courtly splendoron the dance floor of infinitythe patterns of the dancewill hypnotize if watched too closelywhile the entire viewends all trancesand frees the dreaming mindnow join the danceits irresistible ebb and flowswallows your pridein the pure joyof moving stillness47
this voice is inadequateto express the abundant wonderof this endless momentthis body is insufficientto embrace the sweet infinityof this lover’s bodiless formthese eyes are unableto capture the invisible beautyof a cloudless skyand yet I sing with joy,caress the air with tenderness,allow beauty to fill my eyes with tears,and know that the love in my heartis always enough48
truth is too simple for wordsbefore thought gets tangled up in nounsand verbsthere is a wordless sounda deep breathless sighof overwhelming reliefto find the end of fictionin this ordinaryyet extraordinary momentwhen words are recognizedas wordsand truth is recognizedas everything else49
a quiet roomempty of profound thoughtsin this momentno need to uncover deep truthsthe chairs do not mind the silencethe rug is not burdened by the lack ofweighty ideasonly the thought, “there must be somethingmore”cries out in pretended anguishthe chairs pay no attentionthe rug only lies more quietlyuntil the pretended sufferingcan’t help but noticethere is always morethat does not need to be revealed50
laughter stops thoughtand fills the space behind the eyes with lightsuch simple delightto find nothing is knowableI can only give everythingto this nothingand am overjoyedto let it tear down the barricade in mychestand steal my heart51
the room is emptyexcept for these saddened eyesthat find refuge in emptinessfriends come and golovers come and gobut love itself never waversemptiness is my refugeemptiness is my resting placeeverywhere I turn, the end of boundaries awaitstake sadness nowtake happiness alsoleave only clear visionthe room is still emptyexcept for these opened eyesthat find refuge in fullness52
early in the morningasleep in a dreamonly to awaken in another dreamwhy disturb the quiet mistwith imaginary formsthe heart is never fulfilledwith dream loversfor there is never enoughof what does not satisfyso let the mist have it allI have moistened my cheeks long enough in thisfog of dreamingI will not move again until my true love appearswhen at last the sun burns away thehazeno one is therewhat relief. . . to find her waiting53
mind finds a pathto struggle alongnever reaching the goalheart knows it already restsin the path of something wonderfulit cannot escapemind seeks to hold ontoa still pointof final understandingheart knows it is being heldby an unmoving whirlwindthat it will never comprehendmind tries to feel safe enoughto allow loveout into the openheart knows love is never cautiousand cannot be kept secretonce all hope of refuge is abandoned54
simply restingfrom a full day of restingfeeling too restedto even consider anything moresimply quietstaying in the silent pausesno thoughtnot even the idea: no thoughttoo busydoing nothingto stop long enoughto do something less55
excitement stirs the bloodyet only nothingness is ever palpableimagined pleasures always fall shortcompared to the simple realitythis bird in the handis worth a million in the bushsensations have their saypromising satisfaction, as if they could staylong enough to fulfill endless desireyet always ending in a reverberatingempty stillnessthis deafening calmis cherished by the core of beingas the true source of infinity56
light through a prism.a rainbowlove through my heart.the spectrum of feelings revealedred anger to blue sadnessyellow fear to black despairallow them back into my heartand the prism works in reverseturning the most deeply tinted painback into pure white love57
foolish to chase after imaginary pleasuresthey love to dance out of reachgiving only tastes of slight satisfactionsimpler to give heartfelt attentionto the source of contentmentand find there is never anything missingin this momentthen the rising water of devotiontakes the weight out of these handsand dissolves the dreamlike boundariesof desire itself58
a world of endless contradictionsad smiles and joyous tearsthe heart is torn in twoby feelings that never fail to pull in oppositedirectionstorn in twoby dreams that forever dance out of reachuntil at last the contents of the heartspill out in an endless floodof sad smiles and joyous tearsthat no longer have any ambivalencebecause of their shared source59
words do not comethere is no need for profound utterances ordeep truthshere is an ordinary eveningwhy spoil it with dramatic overstatementthe silence amidst the noisethe gem at the core of every experienceis polished by simple attentioninto shining magnificence60
every tasteevery sensationevery possible pleasureis already presentin the timelessawarenessthat is beating my heartwhat usein chasing dreamsthat have alreadycome true61
who would have guessedthis empty feeling in my chestis the door to eternitywho could have knownthis longingis what I longed forhow is it possiblethoughts of freedomonly hide freedomwhy don’t I careabout answerswhen questions never endwho would have guessedthis empty feeling in my chestcould be so full62
what kind of firehas no preference for fuelgladly burning thoughts, feelings,bodies and soulsyet it is a cool flameleaving the core untouchedit flares whenever I give it attentionor has it always been burning this brightly63
sleep comes in the afternoonand then wakefulness never truly returnsdrinking in rest like cool watercold outside does not touch ityawning does not disturb itthoughts of friends in paincan only make it more obvioushere in this quiet housethe totality comes out to play64
hot sun fills the eyes to overflowingwhile a cooling breeze of freedom lifts sweatfrom the browevery experience from the past that visits nowis recognized for what it has always beenpure food for the dreaming onenessthe banquet continues with each breathI feast now even on heartbreak and lossas they burst the limits I held so dearfreeing me from resisting appetitefor fear of a taste of sour fruitI also welcome the sweet dessertof quiet momentstruth with no trimmingsa simple meal of limitless portionevery tender morsel of silencemore filling than the last65
desirepure unadulterated longingtears at the chest with such forceit seems the soul might leavejust to find reliefsadnessbittersweet taste of emptinessweighs on the shoulderslike a burdentoo heavy to bearsurrenderswallowing all pridecollapsing from all effortonly to find rest againin the depths of pain itselfwhy was I running from this profoundsilent joy66
sweeter than any kissthe taste of eternitylingers on my lipstasting meonly the slightest pausebefore her passionoverwhelms my feigned resistanceand takes everything I have to giveif this lover breaks my heartthere will be no pieces left67
gratitude burns in the chestglad tears run down the cheeksstrange illusion fills the eyesthe hum of life thrills the earsno more sense of mine to sensesthe body no longer belongs to anyoneleaving no one in the wayof all a body can containand all a body cannot touchwonder awes the mindinspiration raises the spiritsilence soothes the doubtsintuition speaks to the soulno more idea of someone with ideasknowing needs no knowerfreeing truth to expandinto all mind can containand all mind cannot even imagine68
when I am held in your armseven pain is pure blissdark thoughts of separation and lackare waves of pure pleasureunfulfilled desire is complete ecstasythank youfor never having let go69
the truth catches up with meI am not enoughnever have beennever will bewhat relief to admit this finite containercan never contain infinitywhat joy to find infinityneeds no container70
the tears flow freely nowthe mind quiets and the heart breaks wideopenall the hopes and dreams of a lifetime, manylifetimesgently washed awaylongings that have burned in the mindfor agessuddenly flare up, but are quenchedthe dying embers of illusiongently washed awayand the soul thus unburdened of pretensecan barely stand to open its watery eyessights so intense, and yet so unrealgently washed awayfinally, a voice that speaks the simplestof truthintermingled with sweet blissful sighsall the remaining fears and excitementsgently laughed away71
the tired wandererloses the strength to go onand in surrendering to hopelessnessis
a love affair with truth Poems by NIRMALA . . Download other free ebooks by Nirmala at: . but it is love that sets me free . 4 the past is long gone from here there is no way back how could there be the present
