The story of a smiling little flower

Once upon a time there was a little wondering flower and a happy old man. They lived their lives without knowing about each other. Until one day, when the happy old man saw the little wondering flower. He sat next to her and just breath for a while. And then he said:

Everything has a purpose. And in its purpose, everything is perfect just as it is. If you know you are a perfect being, do you need someone else to confirm this for you? Would you rather listen to an outer voice then your own inner voice?


Be happy where you are. There's no other place, there's no other time...

And so, the happy old man left, leaving the little wondering flower with a smile in her heart :)

Love,
Ram

whispers...

I asked my heart
tell me about God
and it was silence

I asked God
tell me about Love
and it was spring

I asked Love
tell me about Compassion
and it was life

I asked Compassion
tell me about Happiness
and it was dance

I asked Happiness
tell me about You
and it was me

I asked You
tell me about God
and it was silence

Love,
Ram

playfulness

first, I remember I am light

then I love
so God can flower in my heart

then I paint
so the flower can choose its colors

then the Nature comes
with a touch of fragrance
and a breeze of dance

Shall we play together? :)

Love,
Ram

nameless

desiring, I call you into manifestation.
desireless, I allow everything to be as it is.
and even your non-existence has a meaning in this now.
Together, we can become one
and yet alone, I am already One.

Love takes its own shape and follows its own path.
who I am to question it?

label love and it is already gone.
nameless, it can freely flow.

Love,
Ram

being

in stillness I find your flow
in silence I hear you music
in breathing I sense your fragrance
in love I feel your grace

in living
I receive your benediction

Love,
Ram

thank you

thank you for not demanding
this is how I have the space to freely give

thank you for seeing me
this is how I have the space to grow

thank you for loving me
this is how I have the space to flower

thank you for not labeling me
this is how I have the space to freely be

thank you for being who you are
as this is how I have the space to be who I am

Love,
Ram

Dreams

Some dreams are like this... They end.

And you wake up.

Let's have a cup of tea, shall we?

:)

Love, 
Ram