Poetry

How marvellous is poetry
Where words with
Definitive meanings
Begin to explore a world
Beyond them.

Words can rise in wonder
They can descend in love.
They can enter abandoned heart spaces
And breathe life
Into feelings that were left to die.

Words can be more
Than just units of meaning…
They are also the pigments
That give color and visibility
To an existence beyond the one you’re living.

Poetry is an educator
Whose lessons get richer
With the accumulation
Of experience and memory.
They become your constitution.

Over time
Poetry that you lived with
Becomes a fragrance
That emanates from you.
Words are no longer needed.

Inspiration

The moment is bare.
My questions stand as a reflection.
My answers are unsure of themselves
And refract in search of other possibilities…
Past impressions collide with present gatherings…
The pen awaits its first recollection.
I am deeply conscious of my own emptiness
Or readiness…?
I’m waiting
For an arrival…
My ability to wait
Is my only claim
To an inherent creativity.

The Decision

To decide
Is to commence
A journey of self-actualisation.

It is to lay the very path
That you and countless others
Will eventually come to walk on.

It is to take responsibility
For yourself and for those
Who depend on your care.

To decide
Is an act of faith.
It is prayer in action.

It is to be ready
To put in the heart and sweat
To make the new work.

A decision
May be a tough choice
Resulting in heartbreak and sorrow.

But in the final analysis
A decision is a poetic promise
That you must make to honour your life.

Money

Money as a means
Is a blessing;
As an end in itself
It’s a curse.
As a means it provides
As an end it appropriates
As a means it exchanges value
As an end it robs value.

Money is an energy
That supports the business of living.
But it’s not the objective of life.
Ask yourself:
What’s the price you paid
To earn your money?
Can it redeem for you
All that you lost in its pursuit?

Can it sustain its worth
Or does it lose it over time?
Are you making money for money’s sake
By passing off a lesser value in exchange?
Have you normalised
An economic mindset
That sees nothing wrong
In profiting out of thievery?

What if we resolved
To spend more thoughtfully
Seeking value rather than a steal?
What if money could
Be made more true?
Not as wealth in itself
But as a supporter and promoter
Of the wealth already in you.

Life is to be Made

Play an active role
In your own life:

Make tough choices.
Create joy.
Give love.
Provide space.
Bring intelligence.
Leverage opportunities.
Earn respect.
Work for a cause.
Acquire experiences.
Develop capability.
Dream and then recreate the dream.
Inspire and influence.
Leave. Know when you’re not needed.
Accept your fate with faith.
Rest. Redeem yourself.

What Are We Seeking?

What does feeling a need for change mean
In a changed new world?

Does it mean
Regaining control?
Leading the change?
Or returning to a time before it?

Does time always march forward?

Or is it our idea of progress that keeps
Marching ahead
Trading the familiar for the unfamiliar?

Are we seeking
Reformation or
Transformation?

Are we seeking
Continuity or
Liberation?

What are we seeking?
Now that we are living the change
We wanted to see.

Art

Expression without art
Keeps you tied to the emotion.
With art, expression acquires the power
To release you.
It educates, cultivates, sublimates.

The art is in the manner of expression.
The sadhana of the artist
Is not merely to express feelings
But to transform them
Into an experience of beauty.

The Human Being is a Broken Being.

When something breaks
Destiny takes over its purpose.
What becomes of the part,
Separated from the whole-
Depends on the actions
Of many forces.

Life takes over.
Emotions drive it.
Sustenance becomes essential
For survival.
Separated from the whole,
The part searches for its own identity.

It awaits true love…
Searches for something
And someone to belong to.
Unconscious of the truth
That no one thing can complete it-
As it belongs with All.

Life is a journey
To a destination-
A voyage from no-thing
To no-thing.
Our something-ness is maya
That should be lived…endured…
But not preserved or pursued.

Intoxicated with life
We live in a state of forgetfulness
Of who we essentially are;
Adamant to ‘be’ someone whole…
Someone who will be
Loved, remembered…continued.

The feeling of purposelessness
Haunts the part.
Separated from the whole
It may be re-imagined, re-purposed…cultivated.
But it can never become
What it cannot be.

Understanding Design

So much activity, very little action.
So much knowledge, very little understanding.
So many words, very little meaning.
So many functions, very little purpose.
So many pleasures, but very little satisfaction.

Man can only provide
Imagination and variety,
Alternatives, substitutes and evocations
For what evades him in essence.

What is Good?

Originality is good.
The true is good.
The honest is good.
To surrender the material
At the altar of the spiritual
Is good
Self-awareness is good.
To love is good.

Correct knowledge is good.
To overcome weakness is good.
Courage is good.
To adapt to change
But to remain unchanged by it
Is good.
To relate with care is good.
To sustain the good is good.