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Time is a Wind

Time is a wind

It comes and goes

It shuts you out

Then it opens other doors

 

The breath you take

Is a gift of time

The words you speak

Are its rhythm and rhyme

 

A thief, a fugitive-

It’s always on the run

Doing its job between every

Rising and setting sun

 

Don’t be a fool

Don’t make permanent any belief

The life you claim to own

Is a gift from a thief

 

It provides you

And then it takes away

Nothing that you’ve received

Will forever stay

 

Harbour not

Any anger or regret

Pay your dues in time

Don’t gather any debt

 

For if you’re left behind

Because you stayed too long

It will return for you

To take you where you belong

 

Time will take away

What time brought in

Time cannot stay

Time is a wind.

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I Wrote This Poem

I was riding

On a train of thought

When a dragon fly

Perched on the grill of my window

Caught my eye…

I abandoned my trip

And let my attention dwell

On its fascinating form…

I wondered

If it would come in

Or for how long it would stay

And would its adventurous spirit

Be its undoing

As if alerted by my thoughts

It let better sense prevail

And flitted away…

I was left dropped

By my own wandering.

Freed from thought;

Nudged of my musings;

Transported from

One moment to the next;

Reminded that intentionality

Is sometimes no match for wonder;

Freed of purpose

And nowhere to get to;

I wrote this poem.

 

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Till I unravel

Everything

Needs to happen NOW.

Nothing can wait.

The past and future

Stand dismembered from time

My only experience of time

Is this moment

The one happening right now…

If it’s lost

Apparently, it’s lost forever.

The present has no hope

Of future fulfilment

Its existence is momentary.

 

I take stock

Of the debris I’ve created

By audacious beginnings-

Half eaten meals…

Half-written emails…

Things I began to say

But never finished saying…

Things I should’ve heard

But couldn’t…

I live with a perpetual sense

Of premature death…

Of the need of a language

With new idioms

That permanently exempt me

From excuses and regret.

 

Living in the present

De-linked from the past and the future,

Makes unnecessary

The virtues that belong

To a time stretched out

Like a continuous thread-

Patience, endurance, stillness…

I have no room for you.

My experience of time

Is a knot that has tied me down

In a tight bind

To the now.

 

Forgive me my forgetfulness

Of all the favours you did me

Forgive me for leaving behind

The memories you still hold on to

Please understand

That right now…

My happiness is momentary

My anger is momentary

My grief is momentary

My wisdom is momentary

Tied to the now

I lack the ability

To hold on to anything.

 

 

 

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From ‘I’ to ‘Am-ness’

‘I’ don’t matter

But my thoughts do

They become the nature

Of my ‘am-ness’.

It’s not the ‘I’

But the ‘am-ness’ that must grow

From being an identity

To simply being…

To free yourself

From experiences that bind you

Means to change

The direction of your thoughts

To shift your attention

From confining circumstances

To an ever-present vastness

That alone

Is the extent of your freedom…

Moving from ‘I’ to ‘am-ness’.

 

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Change Your Mind

Must we live

Keeping in mind

The question of

‘Will this matter in the end’?

If life is continuous

And there is no end

What then should the question be?

Evolution seems to be

The purpose of a journey

In this journey from

One day to the next

Release yourself

From patterns that bind you.

Make departures.

Change direction.

Have faith

That all roads will lead you

To your destiny.

Do not be afraid

To change your mind.

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Breathe

Breathe…

Don’t hold on to an event.

Let go…

 

And

When you let go

Let go of that which holds on to it.

 

Let go

Of expectation, of need, of want…

Of dead ends.

 

Inhale

A new air; welcome a new possibility

Allow it to enter

 

Let it

Lift you up…

Refresh and revitalize you.

 

Breathing

Is the blessing of your life

In its rhythm, you stand perceived…

 

Freed

Of all that you held on to

Of all that you thought was important.

 

Sustained

Through an abundant providence

Of ever-expanding consciousness.

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Surrender

How do we move

From a lower

To a higher freedom?

Is it a question

Of resolution, of strategy?

Or of having faith

In the buoyancy of love?

Or of taking cues

From your own dissatisfaction

And moving away

To seek higher joys?

 

Life, I’ve come to see

Doesn’t work out like a plan

It doesn’t particularly

Care for accomplishment

It doesn’t need you to arrive

Anywhere in particular

But walk you must…

Its action is an unfolding one

Requiring from us, not anticipation

But the willingness, agility and humility

To simply surrender.

 

 

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The Dream

In my dream

Last night I saw

That my embodiment

Challenged every law

Closed doors and walls

I could walk through

If need be I could rise at will

Standing atop any mountain or hill

There were no limitations

Of time and space

And I could be in more than one place

I saw how people saw me

A mix of awe and dread

“Can this be possible of someone alive;

She must be dead!”

The actions and reactions

That I saw in my dream

Made me understand

That I’m not what I seem

The me and them; the other’s face

All existed in my mind’s space

On waking up

I could understand and see

How every person in my dream

Was a creation by me

Their existence was all a play of my mind

On waking up

None of them I could find

They had all disappeared

I alone remained.

No us, no them, no you, no me

All relationships are fated for an end

In the mind’s story.

Last night’s dream

Has revealed to me

A deep wisdom about how to be

The only thing we must learn as we live

In all of our relationships

We must learn how to give.

It’s in giving that I’ll come to be

All of you

Smiling through all of me.

 

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Contact

Why am I made to perceive

The apparent, the not-real?

If nothing in this world is made to last

Then why am I designed

To experience the sorrow

That comes from loss?

Surely joy and sorrow

Are not an end

But a reason…

To contact a form of existence

That is unaffected

By the ephemeral…

I close my eyes

And feel the ache

“If only the conditions

Had been conducive to permanence…”

I think to myself

Thoughts I know are futile

Nothing is blessed with permanence

“Always” and “forever” are the

Dreams we see when asleep

In the warm embrace of a mute existence

That existence, that permanence

Will meet you only as your silence

It’s not the loss of contact with another

That causes you sorrow

It’s the loss of contact

With yourself.

 

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The Guru’s Grace

The instance of dwelling

On a moment

Or on a question-

That which you know exists

But which you can’t articulate

Is not inertia

But a pause…

We pause to see…

To grasp at the substantial,

The indicative, the meaningful

The instructive.

We dwell not because we don’t want to venture

But because we want to receive

The call to do so…

Or for guidance towards a direction

It’s not our knowledge

But our perceptiveness

That opens us up to

Recourse from a truer word.