The Return

''This is how I would die into the love I have for you. As pieces of cloud dissolve into the sunlight'' ~ Rumi

Rumi's writing never fails to drown me. I lose my external non- existent, unimportant self. And I learn to see myself through the eyes of Love. Everyday, I remind myself, learn to see yourself as Love would. And then learn to see others as Love would want you to see them.

But how willing am I to let Love overcome me?

I question my willingness to just be Love. To just be One with what I am faced with. And, to remember to savour all that is right now, because it can be good or bad but the truth is it is going to go away. The only reality is now. 

I know this. But, how much of it do I realise?

''...as pieces of cloud dissolve into sunlight.'' How beautiful. As I read this, I can almost feel being split into a million specks of me, dispersed through the air, One with everything that pervades the Presence around us. 

Like everyone, I too have my troubles, doubts and fears - but they only remind me that I need to keep going back to the centre of it all. That I need to keep going back to my Source, which is devoid of doubt, which has all the answers. It helps me identify and connect with that 'already existent' space between my thoughts. It reintroduces me to the peace which has always been, just not acknowledged. I re-enter the place where Love, Peace and Joy lie entwined within each other in their true state, as One. 

Thank You, for the constant reminders. I am eternally grateful. 

Sneha Singh © 2010

Water

Be like water. 
Mould, let go. 
But underneath it all, 
Have the strength. 
Nurture, quench, relieve all.  

Trickle with ease, 
Into the smallest cracks, 
Or burst into realms 
Creating seas.

For drops are naught 
But miniscule oceans, 
And oceans merely, a drop, 
In all of creation.  


Sneha Singh © 2010

Renewal

I stepped, and 
Never looked back. 

A sensation that has now 
Engulfed all that I am, and how.  

With every fall,  
I lose my all.  

The more I burn,  
The purer I become.  

This Fire, this Light 
A madness, raging with all its might.  

I don't resist this storm, 
As it destroys my form.  

I let this wind, take me 
And blow my fragments free.  

For now, what has become of me, 
Is yours eternally.  


© Sneha Singh 2010

What do you see?

''If you see yourself in the correct way, you will see you are as much an extraordinary phenomena of nature, as say trees, flowers, the patterns in running water, the shape of fire, the arrangement of stars, the form of a galaxy. You are just like that.'' ~ Unknown

Beautiful.

I'm surprised how much I need to be reminded of my own beauty, and by extension of the beauty of others. How susceptible has our thought process become to search for faults and shortcomings in every person (including ourselves) or task that we encounter. Why are we so harsh on others and even harsher on ourselves? A mountain with all its ridges and colours, bumps and crevices looks just as beautiful. We stand in awe of such creations which are on this planet and yet, we never fall in love with the creation which has the power to view nature's beauty. Ourselves. And others like us. Why?  Why do we allow ourselves to get constantly deluded by what appears as convincing reality? Is true reality 'out there' or 'in here' ? 

One thing I know of for sure - and that is, beauty of any kind feels even more beautiful when felt from within. Such appreciation gives birth to a devotion, which causes one to fall in Love with what is, just as it is.

• © Sneha Singh 2010