One is a Discovery

Did our separation hurt
Because we weren’t able to go beyond
Seeing ourselves as separate in the first place?

I saw you as ‘You’.
I saw me as ‘Me’.
Our coming together was designed
To thrill, to excite, to give pleasure…
But lurking in the shadows
Was always the threat of betrayal,
Of disappointment, of emotional pain…
Of love being a shallow lie.

We never reached the state of Oneness
We didn’t know how to
We thought an enduring love
Was about commitment;
And commitment was about
Arriving at intermittent compromises
So each could have their way in turns.

But a relationship is not built
On a scorecard.
It involves embracing, absorbing
Giving of your presence.
It’s about arriving to a harmony.
It’s about arriving at an understanding
That you are in essence,
A complement to another.
You are a fraction of a whole.

To be one
Is to give up insisting
On a separate existence
So that you can come to see
That in the presence of the other
You are adequate. You are enough.
You are one.

Do I Feel Your Grief?

I talked with you
I was collected and calm
While you were visibly shattered.
You could barely talk through
Your quivering lips and shaky voice
Your words had lost their stability
Your tears had wiped off
The ground beneath their feet.

I wondered after you had left
Why had your tears not flooded my heart;
And poured out through my eyes?
Has my heart toughened over the years?
Have I lost my ability to feel?
Does another’s grief no longer touch me?
Or, is it just intelligent design that each
Should only shoulder their share of grief?

Perhaps your grief does enter me…
However, it wears a different face.
Your tears live in me as a perpetual restlessness.
Your shaking voice lives in me
As unresolved anger…
Your words become a filter in my mind
Like a cloud of worry that follows me
No matter what the season.

Oh yes… I see it now
I do feel your grief…
In fact, I wear it on me…invisibly
Even as I dress and undress…
I know I too will get my chance to heal
And be relieved of this shroud of normalcy I wear
The catalyst of a personal loss
Will free me to feel all that you feel.

Where Have You Reached?

I see around me a desperation
A rush to reach somewhere…
To arrive…
Where? Anywhere…
Something, somewhere may hold the key
To guaranteed ecstasy…
And then some peace and happiness…
I see people scrambling like paupers
For a taste of life…
Not knowing what a great life should taste like…
Whiskey? Butter chicken?
What should a great life smell like?
Chanel no 9? Cigarettes? Sex?
No one knows…
But we all desire…

I hear it often said
That it’s wise to live it up
That we have but one life.
But think about how absurd it is
To have life but to know nothing of it
To educate yourself over hours, days and years
To learn about a world
That is essentially all myth.
For all its attractions, it is
At the end of it all, a black mirror.
Ready to be whatever you conceive of it.
To know life, it’s enough to simply live
Neither chasing nor being chased
By ideas, by demons, by desire…
To come to see that a life well-lived
Has required nothing more
Than simple presence.

Return and Wait

It’s confusing
When there are many possibilities;
When you have before you
Choices to make
When there is so much happening
That needs your attention.
You don’t know what to do;
You don’t know how you’ll do it.

It’s easy
When you recentre;
Stand where you are
And know that in a world of possibilities
And tough choices
And to that which needs your attention
You will be conveyed.
You will come to know
That which you have always known.

All you have to do
Is be willing to do
nothing;
So that what needs to be done
Gets done.

Loosen your Grip

Circumstances do have a hold on us.
They can restrain us.
One may not be able to
Walk away from a circumstance.
Freedom within a circumstance
Is of a different kind.
It exists in loosening your grip
Over that which is gripping you.
To have found this freedom
Is to have understood
What freedom really means.

Life is a Gift From Eternity

Life is not a burden
to be borne
But a gift to be cherished…
To be appreciated…
To be fathomed.

It’s not a maze of dead-ends
But a heartscape of possibilities.
Live not small and afraid
Thinking of life as your destiny written
For then, having barely lived, you die in vain.

Live not in cemented sorrow
Or merely, in intervals of hope
between perpetual disappointments.
Know the truth- your life is not permanent;
But as ever-transforming existence, you’re eternal.

Never Enough

Do you ever wonder…
In creating conveniences and
Products and services and
Industries and technologies to cater
To all our imaginable needs and wants,
Have we simultaneously created a culture of inadequacy
And an eternally doomed-to-fall-short-of-success work life
Along with a looming feeling of failing in your personal life
Always under pressure for never being ‘enough’?

Our consumption is not natural
Because our needs and wants
Are manufactured before they are catered to
Our consumption supports our collective human need
To create and build things that compete to surpass and exceed
Prior creations that we now deem ‘not good enough.’
We stand informed by our culture that our creativity is
rooted in dissatisfaction; in believing that we need to be better
That we somehow are ‘never enough’.

You Are More Than Enough

Do not slip into decadence
just because you’ve realized
that it is ridiculous to fall in love
with your struggles.

There’s no need
to see your struggles
as a moral necessity.

When the world
would like you to be
this or that…
To simply be is an act of defiance.

Refuse to abide
In another’s imagination.
That is your prison.
Break free.
Revolt…silently.

Say nothing. Stay suspended.
Your reactions are still
under the control
of those who hold your strings.

Do not make the choices
The world offers you.
To be given a choice
is to be denied freedom.

Become still.
Watch the world spin.
See it vomit its ugliness.
Separate yourself from it
so that you can heal.

Reclaim your pristine self.

To move freely within yourself
is to have healed…
Where you no longer are
seeking instruction from the world
on how to think, feel, walk…
On how to be.

Crime and Punishment

Can there be peace
Without justice?
What good will punishment do
To the deprived and depraved?
What sense does forgiveness make
When there is no feeling of remorse?

Have we failed as a society
To meet our human needs of love, care and fulfilment?
The kind that once came from the warmth
Of heart, home and hearth
Where simple joys and deep dignity were the highest values
And the finest outcome of a collective nurturing.

The loss of dignity is no longer an aberration
It’s become the accepted collateral damage of
Building a life around an economic system
That sees profit and gain
And rights rather than duties as
The highest values, no matter what the cost.

Nothing else matters
No one really matters
Life has been reduced to metrics, indicators and indexes.
In serving the flawed logic of a flawed system
We’ve created a pointless wealth
On the foundations of depravity.

We’ve been complicit in robbing humanity
Of its inheritance…
Of clear blue skies, clean waters…
Meandering pathways in lush greens…
And created instead roads that must get us
Conveniently to factories, offices and shopping malls.

We no longer speak a language
Capable of upholding our finest thoughts.
In fact, we’ve systematically throttled
The refined expression of the softest human sentiments.
We’ve taken away the time
And the spaces to experience contentment.

We scream because we go unheard
We attack, we show aggression
Because there no longer exists
The lexicon to communicate tender thoughts;
To express our need for a simple connection…
To know simply how to reach out and ‘touch’ another.

True justice will be achieved
When society will rise and take the responsibility
For the depravity
That it has seeded, and let grow;
When we will begin to see
The ways in which we stand punished for our crimes.

Have Faith

We do not know
How our lives will play out
The plots in our life stories
Are not authored by us.

And yet, something must be said
For all that we’ve lived through
Sometimes with our innocence abused
Sometimes with passive aggression
Sometimes with a sense of shame or guilt
Sometimes with cowardice
Sometimes with heroism
Sometimes with anger and rage
And sometimes with silent courage and humility.

Our common experience though
Has been our vulnerability.
Our acquired knowledge may have shielded us
But we only became fortified
By living through the emotions
We were taught to avoid or overcome.

Failure to meet expectations
Is not only necessary in order to survive
It also becomes the friction you need
In order to grow into wisdom.

Each one of us must
Bear within us the burden of our cross…
Of our frail humanity
So that we may come to know eventually
That we know nothing
And it is not our knowledge that will redeem us
But our faith.