In all this language is there love,
 to  listen, to take action, to share.
Your truth is different to mine, 
 show up for yourself take care.  
Your truth is my truth.
 I am you. 
   You are me.
We are the same.
In different realties. 
As water flows,
     as will I.
Staying constant and moving,
              as will I.
Learning new ways, 
      as will I.
Do not fear, 
 progress is here.
Moving forward,
 find balance. 
Keep centred, 
 accept and respect.
Consciously cultivating,
 compassion and empathise. 
       Dance.
  Embrace. 
See the beauty,
      in being alive. 


© Krishdga   31.1.17

Simple as a request it may seem, 
a request was made, now to please the dream.
Mystery and honesty tangled together.
The other, who we do not know,
or think as separate from us, or we, 
is me.
In this knowingness the space between what is and was,
is all here in this moment in myself.
As I met myself deeply, in the presence of all that is, 
and ever will be greater than me.
All that there was,
only love.
Not that which has attachment or resentment,
that which is pure in its knowingness, of all eternal beings.
One space where acceptance is not passive,
but conscious.
The more I opened myself to not needing to understand the other,
allowing them to just be,
it set my ego free.
Why not? 

© Krishdga    16.4.17