There is a room, not too large, not too small.
It holds the silence of forests for me.
Poppies bloom on its walls.
Ocean waves could be heard in beating of my heart.
Dream making is allowed between hours, day and night.
I am so selfishly alone in this room.
The door is unlock, I alone, hold the key.
Silence is wide, and so dark. So easy to see the light and choose to disappear in this timeless space, with no plan for tomorrow.
Season passes, it is spring now. the restless movement of life cries for newness between the walls. I used to call it cave of enlightenment!
And extend my stay, because it is safe and comfortable, regardless the daily death of my dreams, or my mission.
Is it Gods will? Or mine?
Why am I here? Sinking in stillness, delicious presence of something beyond knowing, that only in this cave, in this dark, I can achieve the union and so powerful and sensual this experience is and has been.
Imagination, passion, curiosity are strange words in the mystery of fulfilment in this aloneness, that universe makes love with my every human fibre. My love grows for all there is, the deeper I drop into emptiness which is held by four walls.
I must love you so much to say “enter”!!
Are you a friend ? A visitor perhaps?
Could you love, as intense and as passionate as my eternal lover?
Can I let go of imagination and dress my wounds with pink lilies and orchids.
Birds are singing outside, How simple they can share their tiny existence with not much interference. For humans, we need either to write or invent stories. We prefer love stories, or magical tales of stars, either way, it is so hard to sit in a room alone with self.
Day in, day out, move from avoidance, resistance, hate, anger, control, self loathe …to love, to stillness,to peace and tranquility.
Now where one goes after peace, love and tranquility? When the world has gone and only reflection is the echo of a beating heart.
How deep is your love, to meet yourself, to know God.
Not in forests or luxury resorts, not is meditation classes and communities?
How deep can you endure your own presence? With no stories, or desire, or plan to save the world.
Sing a song in aloneness of soul, united with dark, being an spark of joy.
I must love you so much to say “enter”.
April 2018/ Bali