Crossroads

The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.

Ferdinand Foch

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CROSSROADS
by Atul Ranchod

Fire and ice.
Magma and steam.
Glaciers moving.
Inches carving mountains.

Crossroads of time.
Snail to the speed of light.
Geological to astronomical.
Seconds shaping lifetimes.

What mysterious matter!
In this porous skin,
Something so akin.
All the clues pointing within.

What marvels my soul
Has for me to be whole.
Gracefully going to and fro.
Allowing me to discover and know.

Vision behind eyes.
Seeing beyond sight.
Unseen but felt.
Subtle game of hide and seek.

Stricken by thunderous golden rays.
Each of my living days.
Fueling this thirst
In various ways.

The pact between my soul and me;
Untouchable, unscathed, unwavering.
Changeless amidst the fury.
Unending source of beauty.

Let this instrument play out its song.
Regardless of all that is going on.
Rising above the clouds of right and wrong.
The space where I belong.

The Divine itself
Has taken residence
Within my soul of souls.
I can relax and go where it flows.

Sade

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SADE
by Atul Ranchod

Sultry.
Sensual.
Sexy.
What a magical gift,
Voice!
Lips and mouth
Choreograph
A unique signature
To bring to life
The seductive overture.
No defenses
When the floodgates open.
Such mystique.
Elegance indeed
When so comfortable in her own skin
Naturally freeing.
Perhaps this is the note worth singing.
The voice of my own becoming.

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.

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

Destined To Be Dust In Your Infinite Heart

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Stars above
Connect your soul’s light to mine.
Where you start I end
Even the letters
That make our name.

Salt cold water pouring in.
Wounds so long ago
At last, healing.

What words could express
Letting go into your hand.
Trusting your touch
To a heart that feels so much.

Quivering lips
Giving rise to an ancient mist.
Being washed away into your abyss.

Your penetrating eyes
Beaming a knowing I recognize.
Lost in their softness
Filling the skies.

Your hands which work
Their magic on the terrain
Of mind, body and spirit,
Has softened my being
Like the falling rain.

Defenseless to my roses
You hold with such deliciousness.
Like dew on parched lips,
Enthralled by the nectar of your bliss.

I am free to be open.
Allowing the seas to soften.

Like these stones
Destined to be dust
In your infinite heart.

Atul Ranchod

Impossible

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Photograph by Atul Ranchod

IMPOSSIBLE
by Atul Ranchod

Spiky thorns
Green vicious horns
Arid, dry, torn.

No beauty to beckon
Presumed to be barren
Discarded, no attention given.

Lessons lay
In Natures’s play
Amidst the hopeless

Unwanted and thrown away.
Miraculously it finds a way.
Such delicate wings

Granted to feel,
Even for a moment
The blossoming.

Pains held that have shaped
The hardened edges
Where sharp tongued sarcasm

Ready and armed
At a world that has lost
Its charm.

In this microsecond
Where no excuses
Have time to formulate

The impossible takes shape,
A breath
Breathing life
For beauty’s sake.

So many moments
Lost in eternity’s pond,
But there lies a land

Far away from
The clutches
Of right and wrong.

It isn’t for the weak
Or the strong,
Where you alone belong.

Tears quenching
The deepest yearning,
The blossoming of
A new beginning.

Sacred Drops

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Photograph by Atul Ranchod

SACRED DROPS
by Atul Ranchod

Oh how beloved
The precious drops
Upon a parched heart

Quench
The thirst
Only sacred jewels

Can placate
For the heart
Is only a whisper

But its shout
Echoes through the heavens
The offering

Of my heart
Igniting
Waters
Calming

What a dance
Taken by the hand
Of beauty unending.

Though Not For Thought

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached
by the caravan of thinking.

– Kahlil Gibran

Photo: Maitham AIMisry

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THOUGH NOT FOR THOUGHT
by Atul Ranchod

Though not for thought
What would be sought?

If naught the mind
To take to the threshold
To truly behold.

As if in a relay race,
Mind handing the baton
To the heart with
Elegance and grace.

What a magnificent being!
No end to becoming.

I engage my thought
Knowing full well its
Limitation.

Not maya or illusion.
Such a copout
In this human situation.

Reality
Exists
Here.

Independent of this fight between
Mind and heart.

Do the eyes envy the ears?
No.

Take the voyage.
Get lost.
Get found.

Doesn’t matter.
Just get going!

I have been held hostage
By thoughts and ideas.

But lo and behold
My fiesty heart
Fights back.

I love my mind
I love my heart
They both play a part

To ignitite the spark
To quench the deepest part;
The impetus of art!

Piercing The Veil


Words and voice Prem Rawat
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PIERCING THE VEIL
by Atul Ranchod

Words that pierce the veil,
Barriers fall away.
Pristine clarity
Beckons
Humanity,
In its essence.
We are here.
Now.
Alive.
What more can be said?
This rare turn
Around the golden one,
Lottery of lotteries
Has been won!

Sacred Or Profane

When patriarchy crystallized about five thousand years ago, the sacred women became “harlots,” “whores,” today’s “sluts.”
The patriarchal mind-set split the female archetype in two.
The “Madonna/whore” syndrome was invented by the patriarchal mind-set. It is a false splitting of the female. The “virgin/priestess,” which meant a woman who belonged to herself, was perverted into “prostitute” which means someone, a woman bought.
The chaste woman was turned into a drudge. She is someone who is owned. All women suffer I believe from this split. Inside ourselves we intuit the sacred sexual woman self. It’s here within our form.

– Starhawk

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SACRED OR PROFANE
by Atul Ranchod

Sexual
Sensual
Sinuous
Righteous
Rebel
Wronged
Wheathered many a storm.
Judgements
Pedistles
Harlots
Priestesses.
Temptress
Godess
Intuitive creatures.
Feminism
Hatred
Such a wide selection.
Evolution continues
Regardless of misintepretations.
Human.
Human?
Human!
When will the human
See past man or woman?
Each caught in endless concepts.
But present here
To this day
Existence and human
In reality’s play.
Felt the fires of desires.
What plagues all of us
Is to be acknowledged
At the deepest
Real
Point.
Perhaps we are still evolving
To one day
Comprehend the reflection
Past the enormity
Of so much historic violence
To understand the essence
From which we are fashioned.
Multilayered
Not so simple
Excavate
Dig into your own psyche
Unleash the demons buried
The human canvas
Upon which is painted
The story of
Man and woman
Is still unfinished…

Dance of the Spheres

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DANCE OF THE SPHERES
by Atul Ranchod

Distance
Isolation
Illusion

Gravity
Spin
Locked in

Perspective
Unearth
See beyond

Indelibly etched
Space
Atmosphere
Skin

Causing red rivers
Flowing

Mighty heart
Electromagnetic fields
Expand beyond shields

Penetrate
Nebula
Clear

Always shining
Always beating
All ways rhythm

Home
Voyager
Traveller
Celestial seeker

Beacon
Unfaltering

Dance of the spheres
Obliterate the years
Eternity is here

Find the cosmic thread
In a heartbeat
You are its seed!

Atul Ranchod

From My Garden

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Phptograph by Atul Ranchod

FROM MY GARDEN
by Atul Ranchod

From my garden
So many sweet nectarines.

Pruning
Clearing

So the sun
Can do its bidding.

Shiny red flesh
Holding a reservoir
Of nectar

Imperceptible at first,
But then it bursts

Abundance so elegant
Summer sun
Filling

Rainbow of colors
To gorge

From mangoes,
To watermelon

Here in this season
Without a reason,

The sun
In all its majesty

Alive in the fruits.
What a priviledge!

To water the roots
From inception

To delicious fulfillment,
A cycle so benevolent.

I consume the sun
At last with the one

The story has just begun…