Why must it be
That every lie
Be shadowed by doubt
Because it contains within it
A grain of truth?
Are all of us
Speakers of a truth
That is only partial;
That in the expanse of life
Is but a grain?
Ask yourself
Is your truth unaccountable?
Is it inexpressible?
Does it need to create a lie
To be true in the first place?
And then,
Can such a truth, be true?
Can we find at all
A lie that is entirely true and
A truth that is not a partial lie?
Can you at least try
To see me differently?
Can you go past
Your knowledge and your assumptions?
What you know
Has outlived its time
Your growing disdain and disagreement
Is an indication of
How out of sync you are
With the now.
Leave behind what you know
And become a stranger to me once again.
Let life unfold afresh
Leave behind memories
Of blossoms that were…
Time has changed me
I stand renewed and reborn
A new bloom in a new season.
Allow me to reintroduce myself
Come to know me again.
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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