Shiva

Lavanya, from Minnesota shares a poem:

I Flag myself, as devotee of you
I have know clue, as who is you!

I ignore all, as they aren’t you
I have know clue, as who is you!

I Worship an idol, as that’s all you
I have know clue, as who is you!

I fast and chant, to please you
I have know clue, as who is you!

I grin as I think, I possess you
I have know clue, as who is you!

Something within, still looking for you
Open my third eye, so I see you!

Something within, still longing for you
Tear of my ignorance, so I hear you!

Something within, still lasting for you
Fade away my fakeness, so I feel you!

Something within, still living for you
Destroy my ego, so I dwell within you!

Sixth Sense

A poem shared my an Isha meditator from Charlotte, NC:

Breathtaking visuals, withheld these eyes two,
Scintillating music, danced in these ears two,
Fragrances and Flavors, were enjoyed too.

And textures a million, sensed these two hands,
Thus ran a life with day to day demands.

Still an existence unaware, that it felt tragic,
Till you came and unleashed the magic,
So wonderful, that it defied all logic.

Now you've kindled an unquenchable thirst,
And set me off on a mad quest,
To find the peak of this Everest.
Thanks for ensuring that this being cannot rest,
Until it knows it’s very best.

Bonfire of the Vanities

Poem on Sadhguru by an Isha Meditator from Charlotte, NC:

Awakened from my slumber
I peek in the yonder,
Who is this? Man or Myth, I wonder.
He coaxes me near,
To erase my fear,
A comfortable warmth, is this the womb or bonfire?
Do I care or has this always been my desire?

Hole in One

A poem shared by an Isha meditator:

A mundane game of golf,
In this game, a hole in one,
A rare one,
If a player can score,
The crowd will soar.


O Golf player, in this game of golf,
Can this ball disappear in the One?
A hole in one,
When you score,
This ball will soar,
Let there be no more.
Shambho