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Nothing Fails Like Success

Over time,

Success gets dusted off…

It is not rooted in the real

Power & Wealth

Beauty & influence

Disappear like they appeared.

 

It can take a lifetime

To see that money

Is but of notional value

Power rides on the back of fear

And influence and beauty

Do not last.

 

So then,

What is worth having?

What is a worthy pursuit?

What will validate me?

What will make my efforts

Valuable, fruitful and meaningful?

 

Imagine yourself as being

Other than what you own

And what you seek

Success cannot liberate you

It’s circle of influence can only

reach up to the edge of low reason.

 

The false entices because

We don’t know the truth

The false is ever-changing

Ever-growing and ever-progressing

The true remains unaffected,

Unchanged and eternal.

 

So look at what you don’t see

And listen to what you don’t hear

The truth doesn’t speak

She’s not spectacular or grand

She just is. Free from failure

Because she’s disinterested in success.

 

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The Storm

Where there is immense rage

Intense, overwhelming emotion

And pain that cries

For relief and release,

There is a storm.

 

The storm knows nothing

Apart from its own surge

It can neither see, nor does it care

About the signs you had painted

For right and wrong.

 

The storm thunders-

An artistic expression

Of deafening silence.

It brings in powerful gusts of wind

And its tears wet all of earth.

 

In protest

It breaks down windows

And tears down the walls

That guard our fears.

Our facades can no longer protect us.

 

Storms are great levellers.

They drown out the sounds of normalcy,

Flatten the structures

That order and separate us

And compel us to rebuild our world.

 

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Live Like You Don’t Matter

Recognize that
Who you call ‘I’
Is merely a consolidation of memories
And a voice of hope.
‘I’ am but an idea
Afraid of its flimsy reality.
And so much this idea
Has come to love life
That now its biggest fear
Is to be denied existence.

‘I’ is but a meaning
Given to am-ness
So that life can be lived
As an ode to memory
And romanced through
Songs of love and hope.
Your limitations belong to your façade
And not to your essence.
Live fearlessly. Live courageously.
Live like you don’t matter.
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Locked In

The time has come

To break away from habit.

 

Habits of thinking

And being and doing.

 

Our way of life

Was a roadmap of diversions;

 

We never really arrived anywhere

Except to where we began.

 

The search for validation

Was misconstrued as the search for self.

 

We have lived as partial beings

Unable to embrace a world of our making.

 

We speak, but don’t listen

We hurry, but to no specific destination.

 

Activity is valued as action

And in its chaos we seek our purpose.

 

How do we see our truth?

How do we integrate our being?

 

How do we come to see

That to be we must be free?

 

Our exchanges must be directed

To let go of a lesser value for a higher one.

 

Poverty does not belong to outer circumstances

But to an inner blindness that doesn’t let us see

 

That our wealth is as unreal

As our imagined poverty

 

Gain and loss are the way of life

It’s the alternating of breath that sustains life.

 

Freedom cannot be won in a world of perceptions.

We must stay silent, watchful and locked in.

 

 

 

 

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Isn’t it True?

Examine deeply

Your notions of the true.

The froth of the ocean

Is as true as its depth.

 

Ranking and evaluating and judging

Are intellectual pastimes.

They may or may not

Yield you the wisdom to see.

 

That when you organize things

From the truest to the less true

The world stands disintegrated

And broken in two.

 

A true seeing of the true

Will harmonize differences

And create parities

Where none seem to be.

 

The true may sometimes

Seem false, often inconsistent

And in disagreement with your view

On how things should be

 

But ultimately the true

Keeps its own promise to be;

Answerable to no one, it remains

In perfect sync with its own potentiality.

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Twenty Twenty

In 2020

A virus there was

Infecting us all so

We stayed behind closed doors.

 

Like all things do

It had a name

How to get it to disappear

We had no clue.

 

About its threat

All the world was warned

And in its wake

Many realizations on us dawned.

 

We weren’t as invincible

As we thought we’d be

If we continued to consume

To mindlessly grow our economy.

 

All our beliefs, our ideologies

Our businesses went bust

All that was once of value

Was now only as good as dust.

 

And because man was hit

With something unfamiliar and new

As  a response to the new danger

Conspiracy theories grew.

 

Nations blamed each other

Memes darted across the internet

We continued to react

To its looming threat.

 

Webinars were held

Wise people spoke

We continued to be concerned

About how not to be broke.

 

Man needs food

Man must work to live

Salvage your souls

Now’s the time to give!

 

There was much gesture

There was much sound

And yet in all this time being

No cure was found.

 

How do we deal

With an enemy we can’t see

In a world of unreality

How can we continue to be?

 

That which comes

Is destined to go

Till it does its dance

One must simply lie low.

 

To deal with impermanence

We must understand that its temporary

And our actions at best

Can only be arbitrary.

 

But man as he is

Is used to being victorious

What’s the point of his life

If he can’t be glorious?

 

So when the virus left

We said it was defeated

Our medicines had worked

Mankind was treated.

 

And once again we continued

To revel in our world of sin

Grateful that we had

Been able to escape from within.

 

 

 
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The Play of Love

I put in place

All that you’ve strewn

All over the floor.

 

I fix the things

That you innocently

Broke, tore or damaged.

 

I shut the door

So that I can work in solitude

But you must enter…

 

I sigh… I wonder…

There must be a design

To daily disturbances and infiltration.

 

Let’s not go by the mere appearances

Of your transgressions

And my consequent upset.

 

It is the play of love

To demand attention and then,

To be fulfilled in giving it.

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Before and After

Before I become the truth

Must I be the lie?

 

Living it day in and day out

With tedious self-consciousness

 

So many facades to keep up

So many consistencies to maintain

 

What if the point of keeping appearances

Is only to exhaust me to the point of death…?

 

…And ‘I’ no longer exist?

Who then, will be?

 

Who will continue?

And what will continue?

 

If ‘I’ die

Who will live?

 

And how will truth live

Without lying?

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What Are You Busy With?

To have something to do

Gives you a sense of worth

It gives you purpose

And continuity and

Therefore, an existence.

 

Time and movement

Are very important

For my sense of self-

And all that ‘I’ embrace…

I must be other than where I am at 5o’clock.

 

New places, new people, new projects

All of these make my life

So meaningful, so interesting, so glamorous.

Photographed memories of my day

Leave me with an entertaining sense of accomplishment.

 

Now’s the time to ask:

Is life the story of one person?

Can life remain imprisoned within a personality?

Without memory and pattern

Who am I? Who are you?

 

What new patterns are you forming?

What new memories are being created?

What new plans are being made?

As life awaits your homecoming

What are you busy with?

 

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Perfection is At Work

Things remain clean

When we persist

With the act of cleaning.

 

The action then,

Is more important

Than the state.

 

A state is indefinite

It can change or disappear

But the action must be consistent.

 

Persistence and perseverance

Are the only ways

To deal with entropy.

 

Action is the essence of life

To live , is to be

In an eternal relationship with perfection.

 

While you persistently act

To keep things in a state of perfection

Allow Perfection to act on you.

 

Life after all,

Is infinitely intelligent

And inherently perfect.

 

Disorder, disruption, chaos

Are surface disturbances…

Look deeper. Perfection is at work.