The depth of Being.

How a poem comes, no one knows

From the depth of the fathomless self

Along which direction the wind blows?

The secret is deep down inside.

How a flower blossoms and rain happen

Are these easily answered?

The stars give way to the sun

How they know the day has come!

The bees and the birds know for sure

Where to find  food and rest.

Under the orange sky azure

They fly straight to their nest.

The mother knows all along

How to love and care.

The raindrops in the leaves so pure

Who has kept it there?

The rainbow forms a perfect bow

How the colours don't change?

We're born and die and born again

Isn't it a lil' strange?

From where a poem comes?

From the depth of the infinite being.

So with love and joy I sing

I am that beautiful thing.

The call of the Guru.

A poem by His Holiness Shri Shri Ravi Shankar.

Come to me! - A poem by H. H. Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

I wanted to share this poem with you for a long time. Not one but many times this poem has brought tears to my eyes, thinking that there is someone waiting for me. Someone who has nothing to take but still loves me. Someone who has no expectations but only infinite acceptance. And how the beloved calls you.........???? He just says "Come to me!"...

Beyond the heaven is my abode
come to me. come to me.
Don't stop, come to me.
If you get stuck in the heaven,
you will return back from there to hell.
Don't stop in the heaven, come to me, come to me.

My abode is beyond heaven, far away from here.
Come to me, come to me
All the charming faces, boys and girls, eyes and noses,
hairs and dresses, cookies and sweets and chocolates,
pass them on.
Smiling and dancing, come to me, come to me.

My abode is beyond the heaven.
come to me.
Joyfully move in this direction, a thousand blessings on the way.
walk through them, don't get stuck.
Pass through them.
come to me.

Angels are ready to serve you, and crown you with the highest.
Don't stop before that.
Come to me, come to me...

Where do you search for me? - Kabir

मोको कहाँ ढूंढ़ं रे बन्दे मैं तो तेरे पास में।
ना तीरथ में ना मूरत में, ना एकान्त निवास में।
ना मंदिर में ना मस्जिद में, ना काशी कैलाश में।
ना मैं जप मे ना मैं तप में, ना मैं व्रत उपवास में।
ना मैं क्रियाकर्म में रहता, ना ही योग सन्यास में।
नहिं प्राण में नहिं पिण्ड में, ना ब्रह्मांड आकाश में।
ना मैं भृकुटी भंवर गुफा में, सब श्वासन की श्वास में
खीजी होय तुरत मिल जा इस पल की तलाश में।
कहैं कबीर सुनो भाई साधो, मैं तो हूं विश्वास में । 

English Translation:

Where do you search me?
I am with you
Not in pilgrimage, nor in icons
Neither in solitudes
Not in temples, nor in mosques
Neither in Kaba nor in Kailash
I am with you O man
I am with you
Not in prayers, nor in meditation
Neither in fasting
Not in yogic exercises
Neither in renunciation
Neither in the vital force nor in the body
Not even in the ethereal space
Neither in the womb of Nature
Not in the breath of the breath
Seek earnestly and discover
In but a moment of search
Says Kabir, Listen with care
Where your faith is, I am there. 

A moment's indulgence.- Rabindranath Tagore

A poem by the saint poet Rabindranath Tagore.

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. 
The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.


Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove. 

Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

   - Rabindranath Tagore