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The World Is What You Make Of It

Why do you wish
For things to be different…
Better…?

Effort. Accomplishment. Success-
What if you’ve got it
All wrong?

Dissatisfaction, it is said,
Drives progress; it advances us…
But towards what?

The trajectory of progress
Is not a line, it’s a circle.
You come back to where you started.

You wonder…
What was the point
Of your heroism, your battles?

Whom were you fighting?
Why does your victory
Feel like a defeat?

The world has nothing to offer
Your strategies, your goals
Are aimed at the illusory.

The world will neither make
Nor protect you.
It is you who will come to shape it.

To feel diminished by the world
Is to be ignorant
Of your own vastness.

It is to have carried with you
A false knowledge
Based on your ignorance.

Break away from the shackles of thought
And see that your seeing
And know that your knowing

Is that which gives
Contour, purpose and spin
To the world that inhabits you.

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The Politics of Ignorance

In polarities we seek
Our certainties
We feel that knowledge
Refers to a position
We must occupy.

But knowing is an action
Involving, first and foremost
An arrival to a no-man’s land
Standing in the field of uncertainty
Belonging to nothing
And no one in particular…
Standing on a piece of ground
Solid enough to hold
The weight of your being.

You listen…
Because you know
You know nothing
You receive
Because you’re asking.

The fact of the matter is
That our ignorance
Is vaster than anything
We’ve come to know
And so will it always be.

So fundamental
Is ignorance to our beings
That it thinks
That knowledge must be an acquisition
A position…a rank…an accomplishment.
Something it can use
To decorate itself.
The irony is-
The more you claim to know
The less you do.

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Presence

Is there an external problem
Without an internal counterpart?

Can we tell what is part
And what is whole?

Do we know where to search
For what we seek?

Do we know that what we know
Is only what we think we know?

Can we admit that we don’t understand
What is love?

Can we stop looking for refuge
In the answers

And instead

Stand in the discomforting presence
Of our questions?

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What Has Survived, Must Be Lived

To break
Is to collapse
It is to be shattered in pieces;
To be wounded by your own anger.

All external battles
Are fought internally
Leaving you to question
Was it really worth it?

Will this thing within me
Now wounded, now broken
Survive?
Or will it die?

The change that is to come
Is antithetical to what is
Continuity is not life’s virtue
Defiance is.

Death is not
The end of life
But the end
Of what is no longer life.

Bid adieu
To what is not
And say hello
To what is.

Life is not a charming story
Of escapisms
Life is an openness
To being, feeling and dying.

Bury the dead
Nurture the living
Move on. Move forward.
What has survived, must be lived.

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Please Don’t Say You’re Sorry

An apology
Is nothing more
Than the reaction
Of the same mind
That expressed itself
Through plot, through outburst
Through accusations
And drama.

Therefore, don’t be mistaken-
An apology is not
A change of heart;
It’s a change of mood.
It’s a quick and effective recourse
In our human society
Intent on having its way.

An aberration is wasted
If it is hastily buried
Under the grain of an apology.
A challenge to our delusions;
To be out of character
Is to get a glimpse
Of the actors
Outside of their act.

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Rest in Peace

How vain is individuality!
How vain its pain,
Its sorrows and its hopes!
How vain its self-enclosed life!

The mind is not redeemed
Through indulgence or strict austerities
But through adherence
To the highest intelligence.

Knowing oneself
Entails knowing that
The very idea of oneself
Is a lie.

It’s a skepticism
That’s rooted in a deep faith
Of an existence
That supports one’s own.

Watch things happen
Experience them.
But do not mistakenly believe
That they happen to you.

There is no “you.”
“You,” are just an idea
A persistent pattern
Of thinking and feeling.

Life stands outside
Of thoughts and patterns.
Individuality thinks that life is particular
Whereas life is an all-pervading existence.

Individuality is not
An expression of life
It’s a dead weight
That we carry around with pride.

The expression of life
Is natural
Requiring very little effort
From the mind.

Reign in the mind.
Turn it inward.
Appreciate its introverted-ness
Allow it to rest in peace.

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You Are Light

Light cannot be contained
It can only fill up a space
Recognize that you are
The Light;
Not the reflection
Know that
Your sense of ‘I’
Is only relative to your perception
Of the ‘other’
Both are objects
Illumined by the
Light of your consciousness.

Do not hold on to sorrow
Let go of expectations
Know that your needs
Are being met
Stop depriving yourself
Through want
Don’t occupy a position
In order to serve your shadow.
Leave. Bring your light
To other spaces
Travel further knowing that
Your destination is a brighter light
Not darkness.

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The Creative Mind

The mind creates
By virtue of its
Agitation and ignorance.

It brings into existence
The false, the temporary
The ill-fated.

Things that tempt,
Excite, threaten, entice
Or beckon us to themselves.

Escapisms-
That we in our ignorance
Believe that we need.

Does the creative mind
Hold a higher possibility?
Is there for it, another way to be?

Would it still create
In silence…
In an abode of peace?

What if it were still
Like a lake…
Reflecting all in its placid calm?

Creation then,
Would be an act of observation
Not an act of restlessness.

The seeing, the observing
The attending to-
Would be the creative act.

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Closures

Death doesn’t bring
An end to things
It leaves questions unanswered
Issues unresolved…
Those who are angry
And are left behind-
Are left with a directionless anger.
Where relationships
Were decaying
For want of love and trust-
Death offers no redemption.

Your anger needs to be
Laid to rest in understanding
Your hurt must turn to compassion
And indifference to a higher attentiveness
Your identity needs to dissolve
In His presence.
The dream must end
With an awakening.
We must find release
From the confines of smallness
Into an ever-expanding grace.

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No Way to Being

Now I’m seeking
How to be
Without being someone…

A being
Without definition
Without make-believe

I want to
Be able to see
What my ignorance has erected.

I want to stand
Face-to-face
With my incompleteness.

I want to
Get re-acquainted
With my emptiness…

In that emptiness, I sense
I will find that there is
No way to being.