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Creative Writing

Creative Writing (16)

Creative Writing

In this monthly gathering, we write for an hour in a meditative state, then those who wish may read their writing to the group, and receive feedback and discussion. This has proven to be a powerful therapeutic instrument by those who participate. Open to all enrolled students.


Saturday, 03 May 2014 12:48

Creative Writing Healing Into Wholeness 4-16-14

Written by Radha Ma
The body is caught with its internal dreams
past pains and repeating scenes of sadness
that foment obsession and depression
vessel of karma freed only by gyana
if you can’t light the lamp of your Buddhi,
soul will never come to rule over dark seas
haunted ship that rocks against waves
causing sickness and malaise.
Friday, 05 July 2013 11:27

My Life in Tapas is a Dulce Performance

Written by Radha Gandharvi
To Perform Fire
Everything but fire must burn;
This is what I have learned-
In sacrifice made, real life is earned-
baby’s milk into adult butter must be
churned. What is more sweet
than cream, born of my deepest
sansakra’s dream?
I was born in a stream.

There I spawned as fish and female
always wondering what would be unveiled
in the cool liquid sweetness of being
if I were able to meet this calling
if I could know my tale
how to live, how to keep from falling-
I never knew I was stalling.
Encased in stone womb, life was still enthralling.

Always there was a thread of play
a line of rapture hidden in my rafters
in the ceiling mind’s diamond
and despite being lost, I always clung
to what I was after:
I wanted to be a master
of true craft, my vocations and vocalization,

I always knew where to start
but I could not complete the heroic feat
I fell in dark waters like so many
unwanted daughters
languishing in my desire to be an
authentic composer and cantor
of the poetry of my soul’s dancer
pondering-fearing how soon I’d grow old.
Yet, I have begun to unfold.

A thousand times the story has been told-
I read of sweet fire that burns
in the mine-shaft
I did my best despite the abject
to shine-laugh
and inevitably, father-teachers I would find
to advance me in my arc-
luminous in the radius
shadows of truth I gathered
transformed me into alvart, old world rose-heart.
I am a lute sung as the flute, with overtones of the unknown.

As I slipped through watery worlds of
emotional endeavors
the same current returned to me
in deep feeling born of clarity
there, is the bounty of the sea.
From depressive storms I could be free
If only in new luster I could see
the undulating depths internally.
I was a whale now, fathomed in God’s being-tree,
one with choral in the depths of ego death.

Knowledge was my boat to stay afloat
My imagination swelled with power
every hour
but I felt no engine, no fuel to ignite
what in secrecy I did delight.
At too late an age I was still staged
with fright
a bad mother who might still hover.
Now its over. Mahavakya!
I am rolling in nectarine clover.

The secret in all this is to not
wait to perform
But to take Life as the chance-
-adorn it with a daily stance-
of kindling the highest fire;
every moment-aspire! With such drive
I never tire of multiplous ways
we bloom into nectary-
how we cease needing help, having left the nursery
and we flow in a lyricism so steep in crescendo
out of magnanimity, we weep,
the mermaid sheathed in
shimmering kelp.
Waves of Siva’s presence felt.

Every moment is inhalation
that is the base of expansion
every moment we build our own mansion
and rise alone, without friends
cleaving to the source without end,
to burst into Song-
what we wanted all along.
The stacked harmony of our deepest knowing
opened out and brightly glowing-
endless flowing with the red coeur of honey
pollinating richness of endless buds.
I can let go of not being loved.

Once you stand, you never want to crawl.
To perform the fire is to surrender
to verticality, and vivacious tenacity-
the power to shape what is innate
and bestowing-
each expression I waste not
(the one who is not caught and
never could be bought)
the self for which I have fought
despite the ego that never wants to shut up
abundant talent to never give up.

As I age the only desire
is to become pure fire
and burn all that is lost
so much unused life, suffering
the most petty cost
In anything I do, I am radhiantly anew
Life,  in light I give birth to.
Flame, I am You.
If there is anything to give- it is what I live
of the devout zephyr felt
Everywhere. Into the jade pool
Goes my deepest stare.
I am growing roses in my hair.

The top of any mountain
is a fountain
the overflow and excess
that rings
the eternal note throughout time
what is love but all this-
melodically, infinitely
Tuesday, 02 April 2013 16:53


Written by Radha
Satisfaction in the smallest action
her labors toward an audience
her deepest notion put in motion
to reveal the force of soul's nature
and its yearning for rapture.
The true heart is a rhapsode, cast in
ancient modes, where fear
is behind us, the back of the brain
and the focus of the frontal lobes
is to probe the lyrical song
of the universe
to know its autonomous expression
the scolion of heavens
Monday, 14 January 2013 10:27


Written by Radha
The Buddha robed
In red flowers
Deep in the mind
petaline Kundalini starts to dance.
Wednesday, 22 August 2012 10:51

Grace of Meditation

Written by Heidi
Grace of Meditation-
Stillness of the Deep

Grace, what a soft and special friend
She drew me down inside, illuminating the way
with her angel light

Along the way, I hear loud sounds, startling voices,
annoying calls to conversation and felt the groping pull
from all directions

Grace reminds me to "continue on...pay no attention
to the racket, just say hello and goodbye"

As we float deeper, the sounds began to fade,
becoming distant echoes. I don't remember my body.
It seems to have disappeared, as the quiet reappeared.

Embraced by the quiet, I feel protected, realizing,
Grace shared her wisdom with me so I'd remember
the natural feeling of peace. Beautiful nothingness...
like the glassy surface of a pond at dawn.

The stillnesss of the Deep
Wednesday, 16 May 2012 18:03

Pop Goes the Ego Weasel

Written by Marjiva
Hanging on to the ego continues
to be the modus operandi,
ever less, but still…
it can feel depressing, the dark night of the soul…
snap out of it.
I am not on this path to dwell in the hard way,
but the easy path…
joy, wonderment, astonishment, Self-realization…

The Power of Love is boggling the ego mind.
I feel as if I am carrying
a ton of bricks inside my head …
the question I had which didn’t get asked…
This fear of true Love
by the ego (God is dead, man is dead)…
it doesn’t know Love, it will never know Love,
it can only confuse it with desire,
a keg of detonating explosives…
fool, fool, foolish for ever believing it could exist,
at the level of ego.
The baby thrown out with the bath water;
and now recuperating the baby, the innocent fool,
unstained by sanskaras and karma…
pure, purna, unscathed.
Silence the mind
and Love in its essence shall be known,
before any deformations of the whole took place.
Then why the resistance to silence?
Pop goes the weasel…

All around the mulberry bush
the monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel.

Pop the monkey mind
and all of its lower chakra jouis-sens…
God help, because I can’t do it…
yet, isn’t it right there, just below the surface?
OK. Don’t take it easy on this ego.
It would be a good time for a session.
Looking forward to sharing the laughter
in the abyss,
soon, please...

Saturday, 17 March 2012 10:56

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

Written by

Supreme Truth, Goodness and Beauty

This is the Self

All it takes is a willingness to see

That the Self is absolutely free

When the clouds of maya fade

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

When the illusion of a “me” expires

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

When hatred is seduced by God´s Love

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

When the heart implodes with ecstatic bliss

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

When our gaze sees all as the bodyless, Radiant Sameness

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

When the vows are strong as a rock to build the House of God upon

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

When the sangha is flooded with divine love

And free of all worries, suffering, and confusion

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

When the ultimate teaching of selflessness Is

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

God is Satyam Shivam Sundaram

I am Satyam Shivam Sundaram

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

Satyam Shivam Sundaram



Friday, 16 March 2012 16:00


Written by

For the ego, there is a trend

To be the one who is the best

Always trying to beat the rest


The logic may go, something like so:

The more I give, the more I receive

The one who gives most, is the one who never goes

The more I produce, the more I am of use

The more I can be of help, the lesser I have to think of resolving my own life´s hell

The more I am in control, the greater is my role

The more I add to the whole, the safer is my bowl

The more I shine, the larger will be my shrine

So eternity seems to lie in the presence of my stride


This all sounds quite green

But there is a trap unseen in between

That all these good deeds, are not the highest good indeed

Because they don´t purify

The illusion that must die


Now action is a must, in that we can all trust

But there can only be one I

And that is the Self who is free of pride


The most powerful move

Is to see one´s ego be removed

Whoever can constantly hold the silent inner gold

Is the one who is always shining as the All


He or she who lives in blissful peace

Will be the one who receives the Feast

A feast of light and eternity

Filled with might and divinity


The true dharma lies in your capacity

To serve wholeheartedly without egocentricity

For this you have to be free of fantasies

And Be the Silent Presence that has no boundaries


To truly be one who is indispensable

One has to be a yogi who is absolutely impeccable

And to really be the Holy See

There cannot be a trace of “me”


The highest difference that can be sustained

Will come out of the womb of the Radiant Sameness

In this no strife shall we ever have to face

Because God´s light is sweet soft grace


So no more illusions or grave confusions

Only blissful, sacred, and miraculous fusions

The Self is love and love and love

The Self is light, oh what great light

The Self is might, oh holy might

The Self I am, I am the Self

The Self, The Self, The Self, The Self




Wednesday, 07 December 2011 11:15

Gratitude and Grace Retreat

An inner attack- is black
I learned today is a mass
And in terms of creating masses-
I am best in class.

And yet when I write there is
a hidden delight that I feel
most, most in the darkness starred night
I feel opened out-devout,
and my place on Earth
is not the place of my birth.

Wednesday, 28 September 2011 10:59

Harvest of Insights

Written by Radha Lakshmi
Happiness is born out of love
was my first lesson, that came from Bhairav
one seeks happiness and rejects love endless pleasure, not endless love-

I adore all that is below
and has its roots
where sails those on wings
born of God¹s inspiration, His creativity-as-His-love
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