Grow Within

Life is not so much an externality
As it is an internal movement
Of pulse and impulse
-Unknown cause and
Its sorrowful effect….
Between which man must learn
How to be. Should he be
Defined by his fears and
Limited by his desires?
Or, refusing all definitions and
Rejecting the impulse for an identity
He should give up the idea of being someone?

Achievement (of anything in this world)
Cannot be a worthy goal
If it is pursued for its own sake.
It becomes liberating
When it entails
Leaving behind the need
To be accomplished
…To be someone distinctive
In the vastness of existence
That is the real need;
The real poverty of consciousness
We need to be free of.

Of Course, The World is Disappointing

Why expect anything
Of real value
From a world
Designed for disappointment?

Then what? What else is there
Apart from this world?
Of what purpose its enticements and its promises?
What is the ultimate fate of our hopes, our efforts?

The world’s vacuousness
Becomes your ache
A sorrow that leaves you wondering
About what counts as real happiness.

The world is a provider, not a giver
The individual can only find meaning in giving
He can neither satisfactorily take
Nor meaningfully provide.

To make something
Of what is provided
Is the art of man.
This art cultivates him.

Through his art, he transforms his ignorance to faith
He learns to stand unaffected and un-compromised
By the vagaries of the world.
His artifice reflecting a profound wisdom.

The lies of the world cannot be changed
By the activism of truth.
Truth is in being
Not in dreaming.

The truth just is-
unlimited, infinite in its possibilities.
It’s neither an idea
Nor an ideal.

If the world feels like a disappointment
It’s a time to grow
It’s an opportunity to cultivate new means
It’s time to recalibrate your perception of the world.

Pain Can Release You From Suffering

Emotional pain is a shapeshifter
It can take on endless forms
The more you try to escape it
The more persistently it stays with you.
Suffering is the price you pay
For being a fugitive in life.

An ache-less heart is no solution
It is the most ignoble form of suffering.
It reeks of weakness…cowardice…denial.
A habitual dulling of pain
Through a vapid indulgence in the pits of pleasure
Cannot really be an indication of wellbeing.

To be free from pain
One must climb its walls
Refusing to be imprisoned by it.
One must see
The want it points to;
As that is the need of your soul.

Wisdom is coming to know
The unreality of dichotomies.
Our pain is not the problem;
It points to the problem.
Our pain is not a signal of things dying
But is the harbinger of a new possibility.

Beauty’s Designation

The Beautiful is the teacher
Of the Philosophical.

Apprehending beauty
Is the dawn of understanding.

Expressing beauty
Is the awakening of knowledge

Living as its instrument
Is our pilgrimage to wisdom.

To Think Deeply

To think deeply
Is to question
The known.

It is to wonder
About the origins of our faith
And of faith’s true meaning.

It is to learn…
Not so that the learning
Becomes our new way,

But so that
One can recenter
On the path one is already on.

To think deeply
Is to express life’s experiences-
Good or bad- aesthetically.

To think deeply
Is to put thought to work
And action in deference to wisdom.

Reconciliation

How do we reconcile
The dichotomies of our lives?

–Faith and cynicism
–Hope and despair
–Love and disgust
–Pure being and conditioned thinking…

Doomed as we are
To be vulgar in choosing…
Irrespective
Of what choices we make.

…Or should we just live in limbo?
Eternally unfulfilled…

Except in the art we create
The stories we tell
The poetry we write
And the philosophies we propose.

Grace

That which allows
For both, ecstasy and sorrow
With a steady breath…

That which upholds dignity
And yet endures disgrace
Without bemoaning the loss of face
And without the haste to change…

That which has known both-
Deep affection and bitter estrangement
And knows that both
Are light and shadow
Co-existing in love’s eternal light.

“That” is not an imposition of will
It’s not an austerity
Nor a firm resolve…

“That” is an all-encompassing
All embracing
Grace.

Fashioning

In the interstices
Of our daily activities
Exists silence.

A just-is-ness
A pause. An emptiness
That is not an end or a limitation
But a dissolution
Of senseless activity…

A soft, but firm reminder
That freedom, potentiality and truth
Lie within the weave
Of thought and action
But are not bound by them.

Fashioning (ourselves)
Is a spiritual action
That understands
The value and potential
Of the states of nothing-ness,
Just-is-ness, being-ness…
And the role they play
In our becoming.

What Matters

When the minute
Inspires the hour;
And the hour
Builds the day;
And the days
Deliver the week;
And the weeks
Accomplish the month;
And the months
Grow the years;
And the years
Create a lifetime…

You realize-
It’s the little things
That matter.