In my hands I hold the key,
giving to the self and others.
Whilst being free.

In the pain I find the love,
do something for the self.
Look within not around or above. 

Relaxing deeper into my body,
I will find the answer I am looking for.
Conscious breathing, make it a hobby. 

It is now harder for me to be in my mind.
"Die before you die."
Ask the right question go in blind.

Realise there is no death,
take in each breath. 

© Krishdga   20.2.17

As it came to me, raw unedited,
I wrote it down. 
It helped to keep it written in a form,
not condensed or complicated.
Work that would reach others, 
work that not necessarily is to everyone's taste,
but one that was true to myself.
I kept reflecting on why I was doing it.
I was grateful for the times I could share an insight into life.
One that I have not lived so long, 
but felt like I'd done many times before.
This may not be the truth.
It does not matter now.

© Krishdga    9.4.17

Stuck in suction, spiralling.
Up down, in out, through, within, outwardly. 
Continuously reflecting on events that cause reaction. 
Unresolved resentment. 
Comparisons float in and out.
Unconventional. What should be? And what is? 

The line is fine.

With this duality of life comes an expectation.
Assessing events and outcomes, 
 positive or negative.
Driven by constant contemplation of death.
When this body disappears.
What is left behind?
A collection of memories kept alive by,
 thought. 


© Krishdga    6.4.17

All that is accumulated with love will stay.
An accumulation that will follow you today, and all the way.

Till the very end, which now you do not know.
When it happens you will be ready to go.
Those around will not expect, 
You, however will be in full flow.


Expand your breath from here to there.
It is all one, in the end, we all share.

© Krishdga   3.4.17

In the morning I feel poise.
Attuning to my senses, the first time I hear noise.
I start to imagine the most important 'beings' in my life. 
I see them all in front of me now in the after life.
Disappear...
No longer apart of what was here.

When I am challenged. The imbalance is clear.
I also have the power to come out of this fear.
Then I see what is real. This I know no-one can steal.
The space I create within. Is not attached to any kin.

Letting go is the easiest part.
As soon as you learn, how to start.
Reconnect back to your compassionate side.
Here also emerges the death of pride. 

© Krishdga   27.3.17