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

Teacher and student

This love has been carrying you,
since the beginning of time.
Through all your different lives.
Through all your different forms.
Now as a human being,
in the image of the divine.

Trust, relax, let go.
I am with you, always.
Wherever you may go,
I am there.

Even how deep your pain may be.
Even how deep your grief may be.
I am there, holding you.

My heart is you
you are my heart.
One, together, always.

No need to understand.
No need to think.

Trust, relax, let go.
The heart knows no differences.
Only love,
only one.

You are this love.
This love that carries everything.
Without a cause,
without a goal.
Just this,
this moment.

Full, complete,
resting as life itself.
Seeking no gain.
Seeking nothing else
than itself.

I am with you, always.
Whatever may happen,
whatever you may do.

If you fall
into confusion or darkness
or if you rise
to the highest heaven,
you are the same.
Nothing has changed.

You are love itself
and I am with you,
always, everywhere.

This love takes everything.
Leaves nothing undone
or incomplete.

This is who you are!
Love itself, Life itself.
Truly One.

The teacher-student relationship dissolves.
I am you, you are me.
No difference.

We walk together
as sisters or brothers,
sharing the mystery of life.

Not knowing
where one begins
or the other ends.
Sharing life,
sharing silence.

Not depending on anything
or anyone.
Complete as individuals
yet full together.
The mystery of true friendship.

There never was any teacher.
There never was any student.
Not even any teaching.
Look, see:
"Nothing ever happened".

Life finds itself
through a million forms
and a million ways.
Remaining here,
remaining the same.

Always One.