Riding on a camel
He rode to the sea
Riding on a whale
He swam to the shore
Riding on the tides of life
He rode to be free
Riding on to the light at the end
He wonders if there’s more

Jaisalmer, Rajasthan, India

Everything that lives must die
Everything that rises must fall
As we drift along the sea,
We cannot see it all

Pushkar, Rajasthan, India

You can stay on the firm branches
And be very comfortable.
Or you can go out on a limb.
It seems scary with all the possibilities,
But if you can successfully navigate to the positive branches,
You unlock a whole new potential.

Pushkar, Rajasthan, India

Do you know all the ways
You fill my days
And clear the haze
I have to give praise

Rishikesh, Uttarakhand, India

Do it today
There’s no other way
Open your soul
You’re on a roll

Rishikesh, Uttarakhand, India

It’s my time to shine
It’s my rhyme to mine
It’s my prize to reap
It’s my skies to keep
It’s my tune to play
It’s my moon today

Rishikesh, Uttarakhand, India

Swirling Taste of India


Heat moistness colors
Swirling taste of India
Sweaty palms
All my qualms
Swirling taste of India

Cold dryness black
Swirling taste of India
Snowy mountains
Running fountains
Swirling taste of India

Written with Nitzan Atzmi at a yoga ashram in Rishikesh, Uttarakhand, India

Left my mother, left my friends
Don’t know when this journey ends
Through the cities, through the beach
Through the mountains few folks reach
Through the jungle in a Jeep
Through my mind a place so deep
My old self I left behind
My new self I hope to find

Masinagudi, Tamil Nadu, India

Alone in a Forest

The forest is deep
It has many eyes
As I sit alone
I have no disguise

The prize that I reap
Is in my own mind
I can’t fake or clone
A peace of this kind

The path here is steep
It has many holes
But it sets the tone
For changing of roles

I came here by leap
That was essential
In order to hone
All my potential

Masinagudi, Tamil Nadu, India

Quiet Garden

Sitting in a quiet garden
There’s a bird that greets a soldier
Both are nameless in this garden
Though you hear them gently weeping

Walking in a busy city
There’s a man who greets his grandson
Both are happy in this moment
Though they mourn a mother sleeping

Flying in a dreamy landscape
There’s a heightened sense of meaning
Both your eyes are quickly dashing
Though the journey’s end is creeping

Traveling around these places
There’s a lesson each can offer
Both sides of your brain are churning
Though this reward’s not for reaping

Take it all in, take it gently
You are king, and there is plenty
Look too hard, you won’t find any
All the answers start with M E

Hampi, Karnataka, India