The Mature Rose

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THE MATURE ROSE
by Atul Ranchod

A rose gives of its richest fragrance
Upon maturing.

If we do not connect
To the timeless within,
All that is left is the infatuation
With a clay pot in the act
Of disintegrating.

But once tapping into
The treasure trove within,
The true nature of the story begins.

Yes it takes alot of effort
To see past the masks.
But what a worthy task!

Then the nature,
Insync from the center
Of my being,
gratitude
No longer a theory,
But living and breathing.

Connecting to people
With such an understanding
Is an incredibly precious blessing.

Youth or age no longer a topic.

Because in reality our deepest joy
Permeates our being
From beginning to end
Beyond the grasp
Of time’s masterful hand.

Did It Have To?

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DID IT HAVE TO?
by Atul Ranchod

Did it have to rain?
Did it have to be beautiful?
Did the temporary need such detail?

Such a seamless divine gift.
Thirst in all its glory
At the crux of this story.

No debate,
No philosophy,
No concept.

Unearth the link
To quench a lifetime
In a single drop.

What kindness beyond compare!
The deluge happens again and again.
Upon the highest throne
Thirst makes it all known.

Gift given.
Gift received.
Heart fulfilled.
Thirst and water;
So elegant is this dance.

Humanity

HUMANITY
by Atul Ranchod

Humanity is alive and strong!
No need to fear.
Ignorance is absence.
Knoweldge is presence.
Whether or not
The understanding is
Or yet to be discovered,
Here we are in this
Golden hour.
So many great souls
Over time’s great expanse
Have kept the light
Still aflame.
It resides in its
Completeness,
Magnificence,
And pure luminescense.
To extricate out of
Insurmountable darkness.
Divine flame
Before name.
It is here now.
Old and young
The same.
Timeless jewels
Of existence’s vast treasures
No match for all
The attempts darkness
Makes to extinguish
A light by its very nature
Which can never be put out.
There is greatness.
There is power.
There is humility,
To acknowledge
The essense of light
Within the bosom
Of each amazing human,
Present in this garden of life!
It is the ultimate priviledge
To blossom
From the understanding
Born from the radiance
Emanating
From our heart’s truest color!

Dissolving In Becoming

DISSOLVING IN BECOMING
by Atul Ranchod

I gave you my heart.
It melded into yours.
Transformed
By your being.
What power you have
Over my vulnerable soul?
Unable to ascertain
The full reign of your domain.
Your air is what breathes my lungs.
Your blood runs through my veins.
Your soul
Immersed in mine.
Shatter all barriers.
Loss of words.
Feeling…
What a gift to feel
Something so utterly real.
Muse and poet
No longer differentiating.
Exacting.
Individual
Yet forever
Dissolving.

Little Things

Listening to The Silence…
It’s a good day to see the beauty in the little things: a ray of light,
a gentle breath, a smile…

Photo —  Leszek Paradowski.

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What is life?

The compilation of the little things.
Atoms.
Molecules.
Cells.

How much recognition
Do they ask?

Seconds.
Fragments.
Innocuous moments.

Fashioning.
Forming.
Culminating.

Awareness.

At first none.
Slowly like a flower
Blossoming.

To what extent?
Depends on the one.

An entire lifetime
Without an ounce of gratitude
Still given all the attention
Worthy of an emperor.

Kindness you ask?
Time the length of which
Could bring you to your knees.

If on the galactic clock
You would see where
Your ship has docked,

Treasures are there.
Secrets beyond compare.
This tapestry
Of dust in symphonic rhapsody

Playing to a beat
In infinity
Has for a time being
Allowed you to play your tune.

Simple little notes
So much preparation
To allow a being
The ultimate gratification.

Exquisite simplicity.
One breath.
Just one,

Can unhinge a heart.
Set it ablaze
Consumed in a fire
Immortal
Ecstatic
Complete.
Eternity indeed.

No certificate
No drama.
Know. And there will be no more no.

Then this great yes
Can enliven this filament
To feel fulfillment.

Erased
After a lifetime
As if you were never here.
Look around it happens
In little moments.

Then understand
And grasp
The little that’s here
Is not little at all.

In this little breath
Lies my everything.
For without it,
I am nothing at all.

Atul Ranchod

Woman

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Tapping into the depths,
Beyond time’s net.

In sync with the heart’s tune.
Courageous and vulnerable.

The highest essence of a woman.
Spreading those wings.

Soaring high.
Balanced between earth and sky.

The taut energies aligned.
Passion, beauty, sensuality.

Radiating into infinity
All the gifts nature bequeathed.

Alluring exterior
Counterbalanced with the interior.

Subtle breath tipping the scales
From believer to knower.

What benevolence!
The key to opulance.

Becoming the vessel
To optimize life’s grandest prize;

Consciousness.

Atul Ranchod

Roar

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“The greatest fear in the world is the opinion of others. And the moment you are unafraid of the crowd, you are no longer a sheep. You become a lion. A great roar arises in your heart, the roar of freedom.”
-Osho

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Roar, I say. Roar!
The mirror revealing more.
Depths unimagined.
Obstacles clamour.
Voices deafening.
But the roar from within,
Visceral,
Vibrant,
Victorious.
The eyes change.
No longer dormant and dead,
Fiery and full.
Addressing the pull.
The universe echoes back,
Lion immortalized.
Resuming the dynasty
Of the eternal crown!

Atul Ranchod