Life Needs You

What do you do
When the road ahead
Is neither familiar
Nor clear to the eye?
Do you take the road
You’ve always taken?
Or, do you continue
Down this unfamiliar road
Relying on the faith
That life will convey you
Where you are meant to be?

One poses the risk of reaching
Nowhere beyond the known…
The other, poses the risk
Of the new being disastrous.
If the roads that we walk on
Are paved by the decisions
We take every moment, every day
Trust in your ability to choose well
Existence tends to favour the brave
After all, life is also seeking
Self-discovery through you.

Trust The Pain of Not Knowing

Suspend your judgement
Be open to learning
Don’t pretend to know
Before you come to know.
Read life; question the books
Resist the temptation to become knowledgeable
Refuse to learn what is taught.

To learn, one must surrender
And have faith that such surrender
Will not be in vain
For even though you may appear foolish
And lose much.
Knowledge will live within you as light
Not as vacuousness or regret.

To Be, You Must be Free

What keeps you occupied?
What keeps you up?
What keeps you going?

-Desire.

Designed to breed dissatisfaction
And to keep you perpetually chasing fulfillment
Your desires thrive by robbing you of peace.
You experience an emotional hunger, thirst and want
And therefore, by extension also, anxiety, fear and anger
Believing that these are the price
You must pay to reach bliss and tranquility.
You believe that the achievement of peace requires ambition.

But tranquility is a heaven that is yours to claim
It need not be sought through a climb
Or through consumption.
Peace is a way of life
Unencumbered by conditions
On that way, the mind is quiet.
It has learned how to be still.
On that way, work is an offering
Not an endurance of enslavement.

On this path love alone exists
Freed from desire
You can now simply be.

Free Your Thoughts From Language

Meanings change…
Through use and abuse
When language becomes a device…
When it becomes perverse and aberrant…
We need new ways of thinking
Outside of the form and syntax of words.

We then, must leave behind cleverness
And descend to the deeper place of feeling
Hardened and inert language no longer lives there…
You need to begin afresh…
When was the last time
You felt something you couldn’t describe?

What is Beyond is Here

There is both- a continuous
And a discontinuous, ever- present aspect
To our lived experience.
That which is subject to change
Must live in the realm of continuity.
It must abide by time’s tenses.
It holds memories of the past
And hopes for the future.
It dreams of favourable change
And growth and prosperity
And a fulfilment that evades it.
It forges ahead (sometimes meekly)
Doing, thinking and sacrificing consciously
To bring into being a better tomorrow.
In a trajectory marked by impermanence and chance
It seeks certainty and permanence.

However, that about us which is ever-present
Is free of the past and the future.
As pure awareness, it enables us to see
What we think, how we feel, what we do
And why we do what we do.
This awareness is not subject to change.
It does not need continuity to exist.
It is what is ever-real and ever-new.
Time cannot change or destroy it.
It is what remains
In and through changing times…
Even when new values replace the old…
Even as things seem to worsen rather than improve…
Even when ideologies are destroyed
And grand institutions and empires collapse.

This realm of awareness
Needs no new hopes
It does not need a “new” year
It does not need any effort
Or any luck; it requires no strategy.
For it’s not a built castle
And it’s not a tale that needs telling
Or a story that needs a new plot.
It has lived through the ages
It carries with it the wisdom of a life
That has seen much.
Trust it. It is the silence and the temple
That receives your prayers.
It holds your tears as they fall
And is the light that by which you can see
That you are engulfed in darkness.

May that which is continuous in you
And is travelling through the days, weeks and years
And is hoping for the better to arrive
Before it is destined to end…
Be blessed by that which holds that possibility
That heaven…that power of the true self
That is real, sovereign and ever-fulfilled.

Let the Haze Clear

If there is no time
Then there is also no distance
Why then, does what is so close,
Seem so far… like it waits
Somewhere in the future?

Do we arrive to our
Desired state…
To a change for the better…
By our doing?
Or by our seeing?

Am I already there
Where I wish to be?
What I need then is not
Some grand plan of action
What I need is for the haze to clear.

From the Imagined to the Unknown

Every life-shattering event
Liberates you from the unreal;
From your world of thoughts
And ideas and opinions;
From your pointless plans;
From your trivial pastimes
And your petty anxieties.

We must be grateful
For destruction, for loss.
For they are an opportunity
To access a higher truth
And a greater life…
To leave behind the imagined
So that we can abide in the unknown.

Renovation

Renovations, when begun
Do not look like renovations.
Things stand displaced, disordered
There’s chaos…
Smoke and dust…
And everything looks like the debris
From destruction and loss.

However, it is the vision
Of what is to come
That allows us to not only
Live through the mess
But to also enjoy it!

Do It Your Way

A set architecture with walled spaces
Stairways and elevations, and paved pathways
With names and arrows for direction-
May serve as a design for order and ease;
But the human is a dreamer…and a seeker
And conveniences cannot take him to where he needs to be.

His heart soars when he’s inspired.
In the intensity of the present moment
Even time releases him- so that the fire in him
Can set aflame the fuel that lays silent, muted and wasted
All can be re-ignited, all can have their power restored
And the atmosphere can be uplifted from dreariness.

The human creates not because he can trade his creations
But simply because he CAN create…
And to do so Is to discover the divine impulse
By which one can recreate a world
Of possibilities and infinite directions
So that all paths can take you to the self you’re seeking.

What’s Missing?

I look at my life unable to tell
What is missing…

But a vacancy I can sense.

So, I begin to speculate about
What would make things perfect…
A spotless, stainless, painless existence perhaps?

No… that’s not it.

Recognition? Validation?
No, that’s not it either…
I’ve tasted these before
And know that they can intoxicate
But cannot satiate your thirst.

What is that essential thing
That I can’t seem to find?

Is there something lacking in the world?
Or is there a lack within me?
A lack of understanding and wisdom?
A way of seeing?
A way of being?

An inability perhaps to accept things as they are
To see the perfection of imperfection…
To know that all is
As it is meant to be…

I now know that it is my search
That keep me from finding
What stands before me in plain sight
Waiting to be seen and loved.