ABOUT THE POEMS
Already there
Always there?
Awakening
Before your face
Being found
Beloved!
Blessed
Can you receive?
Dancing in love
Drinking
Drunk by Love
Everything is possible
Five shorties
Flowing life
I'm here
It is all here
Joy
Love: Don't give up
Love: Intellect and feelings
Love: Invitation
Love: Light and shadow
Love: The first meeting
Love: The never-ending road
Nothing to get
One, two, three
Shiva
Summer is here
Teacher and student
The Forest
The Mystery
The Pig Sutra
The Therapist
Welcome home
What more can you ask for?
What to do?
You have no choice!

Satyananda's Poetry

It is all here

It is all here
but you like to avoid it,
playing safe.
It is too intense,
too bright
and scares the shit out of you.

Yet you can’t let go.
You are on the hook.
It haunts you.
Your life seems empty,
without meaning
and you want a home.

Somewhere to rest.
Somewhere to be safe.
Something that does not come and go.
The pain is too great
to live in separation.
You want to come home – badly.

You are getting tired
of running away
looking for something
that will vanish through your hands.
Something that will leave you lost
and with an aching heart.

So you make a commitment
“I am ready to die!
Life as I have known it
up ‘til this moment
is useless, to painful.
I don’t want it any more!”

You know it is here,
beyond any doubt.
Closer than anything else,
before anything else.
You are ready to go
into the unknown.

With empty hands
carrying nothing.
Alone and without expectations.
Saying: “Here I am, I am ready.
Take me and all that is mine.
Let me die to this moment and all that I know.”

Entering that which has no name.
Receiving this love without a cause.
You die as a person and Life takes over.
No individual, no me, no you, no this or that.
No one there, nowhere to go, all is whole – one.
It is all here.