As I put pen to paper.
Attention fills me,
 yet there is no tension.
Right now I am free,
 completely being.
Creating art.

The power of writing, a gift.
Experiencing the connectedness of that moment.
All that is happening in your body at the time;
 can only be felt and never expressed, 
entirely in written form.


© Krishdga   09.03.17

Here now ready to serve,
 through the pain and suffering.

Fulfilling the ultimate truth,
 only love is the solution to all.

Raising your own vibration,
 the divine energy.

Appreciating the beauty.

Learning each day what is not,
 is who you are.

Gently easing into the body,
 and the tasks at hand.

Now seeing the interest of the other,
 becoming curious and content. 
Connecting and accepting. 

Trusting now, 
 all is well. 


© Krishdga   29.12.16

 

The ultimate is death: 
 losing a loved one.
Now stuck in a sense of reality.
It is coming. It will happen.
Showing you now, 
 the biggest picture.
Perhaps so.

Knowing the truth:
 being receptive.
Be open to be shown.
The searching will soon,
 conclude.

Fear may arise.
Attachment:
 to the state of ignorance.
Go beyond and make a sacrifice.
For all people.
Truly realising,
 we are not separate.

Producing selfless acts.
Living without,
 judgement. 
Starting from the self,
 not pretending to be.

Realising, the 'self',
is plenty of empty. 


© Krishdga   8.12.16

A moment causing a moment of judgement, 
 can be the most, 
powerful transformational instrument.

To truly understand,
 only this moment can you give you,
peace and serenity.

This is the sound of the instrument,
 be the watcher.
All forces a reminder of the delusions.
Nothing is truly,
 fearsome in this moment.

The sense of self, 
 the identities we attach ourselves to,
causing us the most pain.
Be a forgiving energy,
 surpass all negativity.

Seek,
 motivation and inspiration,
from all selfless beings.
Be in the body, 
 another instrument.
Face all sensations, 
 transform them.  


© Krishdga   13.5.17

 

A life of ease, 
 is one that I please.
The less I spoke, 
 the less I evoke in another.
The harsh words of a friend, 
 let go.
For it is not,
 the friend that speaks, 
but that of insecurity.

Step into the others shoes.

Some are,
 more gentle and graceful,
than others.
Show them how to be.
In your presence,
 allow them,
to be free.


© Krishdga   8.5.17