Idol Worship

You are the object…

The Reason, the Diety

– that which engages life within me

 

In You I search

And I find

-my despair, my purpose, my redemption

 

You stand there

Feet-tied, tongue- tied, heart-in-knots

Unable to help me

 

But…

 

It is through You

I make the journey

Back to myself

 

From beginning

To end

To beginning again.

On Secrets

I

May my calling be concealed from me

From my thoughts and my tongue

For they can hold no secret;

And publish at the slightest prompt

Tall claims during small talk.

 

II

My heart is a keeper of secrets

Occasionally it confides in me

And now that it has

I find myself immersing in a sea of silence

My lips sealed by a quiet smile.

Evolution is not Escape

There’s a price to be paid

For both

Your ignorance and

Your knowledge.

 

The difference is

In knowledge I step into Reality

Whereas in Ignorance

I suffered my imagination.

 

Even though I now know

the difference

I still don’t fit my imagined concept

Of a good human being.

 

But now I stand aware

Of what goodness is.

 

And in this awareness

It becomes a joy

To bear the cross

You, who have deemed me an anomaly

Have selected for my redemption.

 

 

Lesson on Liberation

“Mamma, what will happen to a person inside a mirror, if the mirror breaks? Will the person come out?” Kiara, my five year old enquired intelligently.

I picked up the mirror, held it before her and asked, “Who do you see?”

” I see me!” she replied smiling.

” Now if this mirror were to break, where would you go?” I asked

” Nowhere… I’ll be here…” she replied with a sparkle in her eye.

She smiled realising the unreality of images in the mirror.

And I, on realising the unreality of thoughts in my mind.

The Charitable

The little girl’s dress

Was a little too big for her

And it looked tired and worn

 

Handed down

It was clear

 

That’s the thing about charity

It’s usually disproportionate

Ill-fitted and ugly

 

Given away as good riddance

But dressed up as kindness

 

Little do we realize

In our guilt of owning

 

That charity is what the charitable may receive

But it’s never theirs to give.

New and Improved

How unsophisticated

is the simplicity of my life.

 

Every purchase made

Every plan plotted

Every grand gesture

I recall

Had seemed so right

As if I had at last discovered

The secret of (my) sophistication.

 

And yet today

It all seems so foolishly naive.

 

Something within me is embarrassed…

 

…does that mean I now understand ‘sophistication’?

I Am…

What does it take to remove mental afflictions of anger, fear, smallness, desire, hatred and polarity? These afflictions keep us confined within ourselves and don’t allow us to experience the divinity, love and auspiciousness that is the true nature of existence. We live life selectively; on the basis of ideology or kinship with those who are like us. If it’s easy to love those who are like you, it’s just as easy to mistrust or hate ‘the other’ or those who are unlike you. We learn all the skills of living in a ‘world’, paying no attention to the question of what it means to simply exist.

To live in a world means to construct an identity, to secure a place and a role in society and to participate in the economic and political system. It  also means to consistently drive your efforts to change, vanquish, drive away or simply obliterate all that is a threat to your self-created identity. We are forever on guard. The world I see is not a constitution of facts, it’s a constitution of my perceptions. In other words, the joys or sorrows I experience are not caused by the world, but by my perceptions of it. Our existence is wombed in ignorance. We continue to live in ignorance even as we mature as adults. The knowledge we acquire is relative to only those aspects of our existence we commonly agree exist or that which we believe we should know  about in order to sustain ourselves. Such knowledge doesn’t remove us from the womb of our ignorance. We remain undisclosed and unborn to ourselves. It is in this darkness within that the mind imagines, the mind speculates, the mind fears and the mind pines for.

The compulsions that confine, enslave and demean us only thicken with our continued identification with all that we- in a state of ignorance- have constructed. In the final analysis, neither our knowledge of the ‘world’ and its ways, nor our wealth, name, position and kinship will bail us out; but only that knowledge that converses with our self will. When we mask our ignorance, our knowledge is only cosmetic. It simply makes us look good. But when we look at our ignorance, stand facing it, seek to understand it and fearlessly dwell in it- wonderful things happen… For one, you know that you don’t know, you also get certain about what you know and you allow the powers of simple existence to  unfold. Your  speech loses its arrogance and becomes sincere, you empathize, you trust, love becomes free of attachment, and respecting another is no longer a test of your patience or ‘tolerance’. You revel in being ‘supported’ by a force  you can’t see, but which you- despite your ignorance- are absolutely certain, exists.

Politic

It’s pitiful that I should try every cheap trick

To appear larger, more accomplished than you.

 

We, who are riding on the tides of Time

Must instead surrender to its power and mercy

 

Now, no matter what fancy threads you wear

Or how compelling a yarn I spin

 

You and I will fail to live up to

All  the expectations we set from our self-constructed greatness.

 

You appear phony to me

And I, to you, insignificant.

 

Our greatness if any, doesn’t lie in appearances

But in our every effort to step away from them.

 

Appearances after all, it must be remembered

Arise from the imagination, and not from reality.

 

Time, will eventually, strip us off our masks

Freed from our caricatured existence, we will fall from our castles in the air.

 

So today, even though I co-exist with you

I am contemptuous of your insignificant life

 

You annoy me, and I disappoint you

You seek acceptance, and I see you as being worthy of rejection

 

But remember, we’re not made to relay reactions

We have the power to send forth powerful action

 

That powerful action is unconditioned by appearances

It may be mined from your heart

 

It’s in the lap of time we must seek our nurturing

As it is time that will render our rhetoric in pantomimes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Family

It was a three-hour drive that drove us.

A six-pack

inert

Silent in thought

and throbbing in pulse

Each of us immersed

in a reality of our own

Wombed together

in a pregnant pause

We each emerged a little

in clumsy attempts to connect

Islands adrift

In a sea of consciousness

 

Aware

 

but unknowing

 

Too close for comfort

Yet far away…

 

None of us had anything to say.

Lesson from an afternoon nap

3:15pm:

I lie down for a nap.

Thoughts are racing in my head.

They fight each other

One must emerge as the winner-

The most powerful thought-

The one endowed with most reason…

The fight in mind should settle it

Once and for all.

 

I shut my eyes

I consciously step away from the arena.

Their argument becomes dimmer as I walk away…

When the noises become faint

I slip into bliss…

 

4:20pm:

I’m up…

The thoughts are now a memory.

Time transported me into the future.

Having left thought behind

I feel older, wiser

more mature.

 

This is the way to grow:

This is the way to win:

Yes, thoughts will enter

And claim your space

Allow them to fight out their dialectical destiny.

Stand up

Walk away

Realize that

The attainment you seek

Doesn’t  depend on a thought’s victory.