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Faith

Things are as ordinary
Or extraordinary
As our faith makes them.
Man without faith
Is a corpse-
Dead to all that
Is alive around him.
He’s unable to see
Beauty, truth and possibility…
And the providence
That is packaged in the smallest gesture.

What conveys our actions?
Wherefrom our words arrive?
What is the origin of our thoughts?
On whose estate is our inner life being lived?
(It should be our own).
We may move about aimlessly…
But thanklessly and without promise-
Now that is to be rudderless.
Your faith is the ground on which you stand
It is the basis of your being
The purpose by which you live.

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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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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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For the Love of a Child

For the love of a child
You seek counsel
From the child within you.

For the love of a child
You let go
Of unworthy battles.

For the love of a child
You know that to be able to see things clearly
You will have to see them with love.

For the love of a child
You hope and pray and work
Towards re-building your world.

For the love of a child
You surrender your adulthood
In order to return to naivete.

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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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Free: Never To Be Born Again

Know that you must
Be delivered from
All that you encounter with
On your life journey.

Not all relationships
Will last
Not all relationships
Will be bonds of soulful love.

Love exists in degrees
That correspond
With the conditions
Set by your own mind.

Living life well
Is living life responsibly
Freeing the mind of its conditions and moods
So that ‘you’ may stand defeated by love.

Remember, that in the end
That which you were limited by
Dies. That which was love
Is freed; never to be born again.

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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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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.