Little Meditations
84 pages
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Little Meditations are poems dedicated to those moments when feelings are clustered, those moments when the breathe is slow and deep, those moments when thoughts just pass by, those moments when waiting is the only option, those moments when let go comes with a tear and a smile, those moments when the feelings take over and do not make sense.
These poems are from the journey between those moments and hoping you may drift away in to few moments of transcendence without an artificial pressure to find meaning or purpose. You are here to heal yourself.

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Publié par
Date de parution 27 novembre 2018
Nombre de lectures 0
EAN13 9781925819762
Langue English
Poids de l'ouvrage 1 Mo

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Book reviews
" There is something spiritual, as well as something illuminating, about traveling through these poems..."
- Reading and Literature Resources Blog
" The eclectic combination of nature, human emotions, spirituality, and positive vibes make this an interesting collection that will help readers contemplate and reflect on the vagaries of life. The collection is for all readers who want to reconnect with the Universe and to surrender to its abundance, wisdom, and spirituality... "
- Mamta Madhavan for Readers' Favorite
"...it's rare to find poems which can successfully mix the self help and meditative genres with deeply personal explorations of feelings, but Little Meditations manages this tricky balance very well. Avinash Jalani makes a clear attempt to explore every facet of human emotion during the pages of his work, travelling from times of great stress and sadness to concepts of relief, loss, extreme happiness and slow, silent calm. The overall message is one of harmony and calm which I took to be very comforting. Little Meditations was an enjoyable read... " 
- K.C. Finn for Readers' Favorite
Preface
Little Meditations is collection of poems from those moments when emotions are ecstatic, when feelings are scattered, when the breathing is slow and deep, when waiting is the only option, when letting go comes with a tear and a smile and eventually the feelings take over and do not make sense.
 
"Inner resistance is constant,
growth is walking beyond it"
These poems are from the journey between those moments and hoping you may also drift away in your few moments of transcendence and witnessing, from being a human to spiritual sentinel to be in love. Remember whatever happens
 
"You are here to heal yourself" 
Endless affection to my wife Olivia and my son Akash, whose love, support and inspiration has made this journey more beautiful. Also, gratitude to my parents, my ancestors, my sisters & brothers, beloved friends, the universe and the Star from beyond for guiding me through the whirlpool of this self-creation.
 
OM MANI PADME OM 
|Generosity|Ethics-Patience|Diligence-Renunciation| |Wisdom|
A moment (from earth body)
Mother Earth
You are my healer, on this journey to stars, listening to your heart beat, always returning home to your sky.
Sometimes rain, sometimes moonlight, sometimes past, sometimes future, sometimes life, sometimes disappearance, birthing with your touch of light.
No blame in speech, reconciling the thoughts, counting our relationships, returning to your feet.
I am your present, expression of the universe, like a mirror holding nothing, converting all Gods to one love.
Accepting this anger, gathering waves of compassion, leaving the earth for our children, in your ocean washing my soul clean.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Awakening
     Time stopping as before,
in silence echoes moving,
light flowing from the rain drops,
watching the void.
 
Life calling from the womb,
heart standing at the door,
waiting for the sun rise,
ready to write new pages.
 
Pain floating in the fog,
playing with colours around,
you arrived on time,
offering life in me.
 
Coming close to heavens,
on this soil making memories,
saving it in the soul,
living forever in this echo.
 
Completing the circle,
seeing you once again,
writing from where I left,
without a desire for enlightenment.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Finding blueprint
Sun is sleeping on the leaves, mountains staying by the lakes, mother caressing her child, traveller chasing their dreams.
Ignorant people pushing for a win, spiritual success coming at a cost, empty heart all around the dinner table, lost in their own search.
Reaching the destination, filling eyes with more light, heart scared of the night sound, searching for a shelter.
Arriving at the door with no walls, opening the door with no choice, one foot stepping on the snow, another resting on the grass.
Seeing multi-universes with one mind, one cold, another warm with ears burning, realising this self-creation, moving forward one step at a time in surrender.
A moment (from existence)
Washing away the self
No footprints left in this ocean, on a journey the purpose long forgotten, with no shadows, with no memories to guide, self is looking at self.
Giving away the gibberish words, the goals, the wins and the successes  lifting myself from the gravity of these noises, living but appears disappeared.
Existence is not found in questions, nor in wars, chasing the light in the mind, the waves meet the waves that never left the ocean.
Existence of self is beyond my awareness, which vibes in stillness, travels when asleep, the mind moon-walking.
Slowing down here in this, nothing further to imagine and experience, letting the wood burn, gaze is washing away in the horizon.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
When silent eyes
Walking through the smoky night, with feet disappearing, watching the existence turn, into the swirling water falling.
Travelling with no borders, soul blossoming as veil melting, in silence seeing the forest in heart burning, warming my memories.
Holding the rope of courage, stubborn to break the ego, letting go more than before, with your mirage in my eyes.
Storm passing by, nothing appearing nor disappearing, soaking in this falling stillness, what to do next.
Yawning and rubbing my cold hands, staying with silent eyes, entering into one more cloud of golden smoke, where your scent flies and stars float at my feet.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Do you know?
The sky does not know who built the smoky chimney, still it gives sun and moon, the tree does not know who cuts their roots, still it keeps giving sweet and shade.
The earth does not keep count of who is walking, still she keeps her arms always open, the animal does not know where the poachers are, still it forgives and hopes one day it stops.
The new born does not know your name, still the child holds your fingers, the path does not know its destination, still it lets the travellers find theirs.
Nobody knows the meaning of life, still fight to protect their religion, nobody knows the meaning of life, still search the answers in pages but the inner sky.
Light only knows to spread to all, forests only know to listen, stars only know to guide, love only knows to heal.
A moment (from witnessing)
Watching
The sun breaking through the clouds, with the light burning the shadows, touching the coconut trees, and the travellers on the trail.
Sitting next to an empty chair, in mind going through the daily affairs, ignoring the beauty around, I fall asleep in my thoughts.
Silence ringing in my ears, thoughts passing by in pairs, the air inside holding the heart with care, watching the travellers climbing their stairs.
Finding my way into an expansion, everything is the same, with invisible eyes, I touch my fingers in prayer.
With waking breath, entering further into the twisted space, watching the o

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