Tao of Coming Home to the Heart

Love must be the most beautiful, the most misunderstood and the most mysterious word in the human kingdom.

Love is our Home. Our Heart.

What does it take to come home into our hearts? Alone & Together.

Above all, the vivid Covid crisis is inviting us to come home and how!

The home is our own magnificent being, this Present moment. Home is our bodies that we have often neglected. Home is our physical home that we are now blessedly confined to. Home is our intimate relationships. Our heartsong. Our relationship with time and even money. With earth and all of existence.

I came upon these two beautiful pieces.. which say it all..

Read and if they resonate.. join me and us in this exploration of the bewildered hearts.

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… the wise foolishness of love (radical coaching & wild learning)

Today is the 1st April. In many ways its symbolic because this is the journey for those of us who are willing to be fools.. vulnerable, amateurish, not knowing, the beloved misfits as my beloved brother Rohit says.

But first…

The strange thing about love
is that it melts you
into an amateur,
never again a professional
even on the subject of yourself
The strange thing about love
is that you disagree,
disagree wildly,
and then figure its wiser
to dance.
The strange thing about love
is that it evicts you
from the land of echoes
you thought was home
and leads you to
under the stars
in ancient bewilderment.
– Arundhati Subramaniam,

Love without a story

And the other piece is by the beautiful Jeff Foster..


There are two ways to heal.
Alone, or together.

We can heal alone,

We can make time to be with ourselves. Create space in our schedules, away from all distractions and noise and people.
We can break our addiction to “others”.
To constant communication.
To constant talking and movement and activity.

We can learn to lean into our boredom, breathe into our loneliness.
We can drench “the restless one” inside with love.
Learn to appreciate the intimacy of our solitude.
The quiet moments. The moments of sweet emptiness.

We can commune with the birds, the trees, the ocean, with space and the rich nothingness of things.
Fall into the silence and the stillness and find there an unfathomable healing love.
We can let the ground hold us.
We can lie prostrate on the ground.
Become the ground.

We can find our wholeness at the burning core of our yearning, so that we are never lonely again.
Because we are with God now, and in God.
And our deepest wounds are now flushed with God.
And God is all there is.

We can heal together,

We can open our hearts to each other.
Tell our deepest truth to other humans on this planet.
See God in each other.
Show our most unloveable parts, the parts we hide in shame and fear.
Break our addiction to isolation.
Take the risk of being rejected.

Take the risk of being loved more deeply than ever.
We can find someone – a partner, a friend, a therapist, a family member – and ask them to help midwife our authentic selves.
We can ask them if they would be willing to be present with us.
(We must ask. We cannot demand this.)

To hear our cry. To hold us as we break.
To receive our raw, unfiltered truth.
Our terror and our joy.
Our shame and our loneliness.
And not run away. And not judge us.
We can ask for safety! A loving field of permission.

We can ask for that from each other.
We can learn to offer that to each other.
A safe ground of love.
That holds us in our anger, in our confusion, in our despair, and in our joy.

We are deserving of such love.
A massive love that holds and heals us from deep within.
We can be alone together and we can be together alone.
We can heal alone and we can heal together.
I am eternally grateful to the women and men who have been willing to stay present to my truth, even if it scared them.

And to the ones who felt safe enough to share theirs with me, even as they trembled while saying it.
And I am eternally grateful to myself.
The little one here.
Who found the courage to be alone.
(Though he nearly died in the process).
And meet his own infinite depths.
And shatter himself into a billion pieces for love.
And discover the One who heals all.

– Jeff Foster,

He is a lover and a beloved of many.

And finally a piece by my beloved brother Rohit Zen Sasvehalli.. which is so apt for today..

The day that belongs to the wise fool in us..

For the beloved Misfits!

The Path of gigantic Goof-ups

When all else is sorted, you chose the path of gigantic goof ups. Why?

Because your Heart had strength enough, that’s why. Because you cared enough, that’s why.

You wanted to let your Heart have a chance.

You didn’t care for your life to look all nice, and all well put together

Someone had to be the joker in the pack, not the ace of spades, not the king or the queen, but the joker with no inherent value

Not recognized in the widely reputed card games

And yet what incredible invisible value.

The power to multiply, mimic, negate all while being invisible. Being itself.

The world looks down upon goof ups.

It reminds them that things are so out of their control

The Heart lives in the goof ups, the mess ups, the screw ups

Only those brings us closer to the breath of life itself.

I know you often feel a pain so unbearable beyond anything you can explain to anyone.

All psychiatrists, therapists, coaches, teachers, friends, Guru’s fail to show you a way

The shallowness of this world throttles and suffocates you. And you feel like you got it all wrong.

Know you are sacred beloved, you didn’t goof up.

This was your design when the cosmos came into Being.

And when everyone else walked out on you for your goof ups

Exasperated, and you gave up on yourself too.

The stars shine, the waves gently continue kissing the shore, the trees sway lightly

Why? How?

Because Love never gave up on us.. That’s why

And we are Made of Love, that’s How!

– Rohit Sasvehalli

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