lifepath
Grace in the now
Grace in the Now
The sun, the giver, rises slow,
Its golden truth begins to flow.
The water, quiet, carries time—
A silent chant, a sacred rhyme.
I sit within this moving grace,
The boat—my path, this life—my place.
Let not the waves seep through the side,
For ego sinks what soul must ride.
A lotus blooms, so still, so high,
Unmoved beneath the tainted sky.
It loves, yet clings to none at all—
Rooted deep, yet heeds the call.
No need for praise, no need for name,
This now, this breath, is all the flame.
Observe. Surrender. Let it be—
Shānti within, the only key.
The other side of him
“The Other Side of Him”
I see you well, through these sacred eyes—
The face, the fear, the trembling guise.
Within your gaze, a thousand cries,
Yet I see the softness the world denies.
You see my shadow, not my flame,
Not the one who once bore this name.
When I step into this painted grace,
Even I forget my former face.
It’s not my power, nor my art,
It’s him who speaks through every part.
Not a mirror, not a man—
Just a vessel in a grander plan.
Fear not this mask or voice so grim,
It’s just the other side of him.
But know this truth, serene, the same:
Love still burns beneath the flame.