Are You Ready for Departure?

Have you emptied your mind

Of all resentments and grudges

And offered it at the altar

Of an ever-present love

That has the heart-space

To let thoughts of all textures be?

 

Have you risen from the feeling of paucity and need;

Reclaimed your inheritance of abundance

And come to the realization

That your blessings far exceed your need;

Have you come to see

That to give is the only way to live?

 

Have you let go of all expectations

That external change

Must be ordered by your efforts

And instead re-directed

Your attention and work

Towards re-aligning yourself?

 

Have you understood

That you will not live forever

And that you are life’s guest;

A pilgrim on a journey…

Have you found as yet

What you are here to seek?

 

Have you embraced both

Strength and vulnerability

Gain and loss

Success and failure

Pleasure and pain

Requital and rejection?

 

Are you ready for your onward journey?

Have you packed in your magic-

That special power that life decorated you with?

That incredible ability to convert

Darkness to light; experience to wisdom and

Apprehension to love.

When You Leave

When you leave…

Leave behind that part

Of yourself for me,

That was larger than

What photographs have captured;

Of greater dimensions than your physique-

Leave me with your immensities…

 

When you leave…

Allow me to move on

With the stories

Of your human-ness

So that I may

In my loss and vulnerability

Stand re-acquainted with my own…

 

When you leave…

Leave the door open

So that I can find you

In a space free of walls

And manufactured distances

Meet with me there…

Let’s get to know each other again.

Cancelled

To be cancelled

Means to be denied existence…

To be deprived

Of the thrust of life…

To have something else

Chosen over that

Which could’ve been…

 

Cancellations

Are an act of fate;

Of circumstances beyond

What one is prepared for…

Like unexpected death

Cancellations can be painful;

Severed as they stand from intent.

 

Cancellations are life lessons

Through them you learn

That your plans

Can only take you so far

That life, like poetry

May only be expressed in a rhythm;

But you cannot guarantee a rhyme.

 

Moved

To be moved

Is to be dissolved

In your own immensity

 

It is to meet another

Without prejudice and fear

In the depths of your own heart.

 

It is to come to see

That all stature and frame

Are ridiculous contrivances

 

To be moved

Is to be shifted

From picture to presence.

 

Be One

Your anger is actually

A cry for freedom;

Freedom from compulsions

That are externally ordered

But insidiously make you believe

That it is your reason that speaks.

 

The spirit is essentially free

And expresses itself

Through your sense of being

To be well, is to be free

Fully present and devoid of the desire

To be somewhere else or someone else.

 

To be free is to be undivided; to be one.

Forgiveness is Prayer

When time turns turtle

And your world stands upside down

And you are gripped by feelings

That are masked intruders

Who you can’t see, name or fight

 

Then forgive…

 

Forgive the actors

Forgive the faces

Forgive the words

Forgive the circumstances

And forgive yourself for your false assumptions.

 

But remember…

 

Remember your power to change

Remember your largeness

Remember your goodness

Remember all the times

When simple corrections worked wonders

 

-And believe…

 

Believe in the goodness of others

Believe in yourself

Believe that answers exist

Believe in interconnectedness

Believe in a higher consciousness.

 

Forgiveness in essence, is prayer.

Stillness Moves

Sit still

Watch…

As the tree and its leaves

Dance to the choreography

Of the wind.

 

Sit still

Listen…

And the hum of life-

The sound of its exchanges

Will fill up all of space.

 

Sit still

Just be…

And thoughts and memories

Will fall into the deep

Ocean of your mind.

 

Life is both

Presence and movement;

And movement,

I’ve come to see

Is the imagination of stillness.

 

To Return is to Love

Go, if you must

Search for that

You so desperately need to find

But if you return

After having lost yourself

In the charms of the world

Know that what you return to

Is what you love.

Rain As Metaphor For Creativity

Creativity is born

Out of intensity-

A cloud that is dark,

Dense and laden

With the wetness

Of life on earth.

Unable to contain itself

For too long

It expresses all that it has absorbed

And as it falls in abundance

Unmeasured, uncalibrated

It quenches the thirst

Of all longing.

It dissolves all certainty

Through glass

That promised clear vision

You can only see the world

As an abstraction of colour and mist.

 

Ssshhh… watch silently…

A fashion designer is at work…

That moment that was a vacuum

That could only be filled

With inspiration

Now undergoes transformation

Soon the earth

Will stand fashioned

In a rich green velvet

The body will sparkle

With sequin-like waterdrops

On flowers that smile joyously.

All life will be rejuvenated

And a new romance

Will fill the air…

The rain cloud teaches:

Absorb from life

But abide in vastness

And when the heat gets unbearable

Hide the sun

Take away certainty

Descend on life

And touch it

Show life what it can be.

 

The Hour

It was the hour

That passed too quickly

A lifetime of happy memories

Were contained and lived.

 

It was the hour

That was most painful

A lifetime of ache

Was felt and endured.

 

It was the hour

That moved too slowly

I waited and waited…

It seemed like eternity.

 

It’s always the hour…

And its fragility and uncertainty

That needs to be handled

With attention and care.

 

Sometimes a wall

Sometimes a window…

The hour needs to be understood

In order to be freed.