Book reviews
"There is something spiritual, as well as something illuminating, about traveling through these poems..."
- Reading and Literature Resources Blog
"The eclectic combination of nature, human emotions, spirituality, and positive vibes make this an interesting collection that will help readers contemplate and reflect on the vagaries of life. The collection is for all readers who want to reconnect with the Universe and to surrender to its abundance, wisdom, and spirituality..."
- Mamta Madhavan for Readers' Favorite
"...it's rare to find poems which can successfully mix the self help and meditative genres with deeply personal explorations of feelings, but Little Meditations manages this tricky balance very well. Avinash Jalani makes a clear attempt to explore every facet of human emotion during the pages of his work, travelling from times of great stress and sadness to concepts of relief, loss, extreme happiness and slow, silent calm. The overall message is one of harmony and calm which I took to be very comforting. Little Meditations was an enjoyable read..."
- K.C. Finn for Readers' Favorite
Preface
Little Meditations is collection of poems from those moments when emotions are ecstatic, when feelings are scattered, when the breathing is slow and deep, when waiting is the only option, when letting go comes with a tear and a smile and eventually the feelings take over and do not make sense.
"Inner resistance is constant,
growth is walking beyond it"
These poems are from the journey between those moments and hoping you may also drift away in your few moments of transcendence and witnessing, from being a human to spiritual sentinel to be in love. Remember whatever happens
"You are here to heal yourself"
Endless affection to my wife Olivia and my son Akash, whose love, support and inspiration has made this journey more beautiful. Also, gratitude to my parents, my ancestors, my sisters & brothers, beloved friends, the universe and the Star from beyond for guiding me through the whirlpool of this self-creation.
OM MANI PADME OM
|Generosity|Ethics-Patience|Diligence-Renunciation| |Wisdom|
A moment (from earth body)
Mother Earth
You are my healer,
on this journey to stars,
listening to your heart beat,
always returning home to your sky.
Sometimes rain, sometimes moonlight,
sometimes past, sometimes future,
sometimes life, sometimes disappearance,
birthing with your touch of light.
No blame in speech,
reconciling the thoughts,
counting our relationships,
returning to your feet.
I am your present,
expression of the universe,
like a mirror holding nothing,
converting all Gods to one love.
Accepting this anger,
gathering waves of compassion,
leaving the earth for our children,
in your ocean washing my soul clean.
Awakening
Time stopping as before,
in silence echoes moving,
light flowing from the rain drops,
watching the void.
Life calling from the womb,
heart standing at the door,
waiting for the sun rise,
ready to write new pages.
Pain floating in the fog,
playing with colours around,
you arrived on time,
offering life in me.
Coming close to heavens,
on this soil making memories,
saving it in the soul,
living forever in this echo.
Completing the circle,
seeing you once again,
writing from where I left,
without a desire for enlightenment.
Finding blueprint
Sun is sleeping on the leaves,
mountains staying by the lakes,
mother caressing her child,
traveller chasing their dreams.
Ignorant people pushing for a win,
spiritual success coming at a cost,
empty heart all around the dinner table,
lost in their own search.
Reaching the destination,
filling eyes with more light,
heart scared of the night sound,
searching for a shelter.
Arriving at the door with no walls,
opening the door with no choice,
one foot stepping on the snow,
another resting on the grass.
Seeing multi-universes with one mind,
one cold, another warm with ears burning,
realising this self-creation,
moving forward one step at a time in surrender.
A moment (from existence)
Washing away the self
No footprints left in this ocean,
on a journey the purpose long forgotten,
with no shadows, with no memories to guide,
self is looking at self.
Giving away the gibberish words,
the