Life Needs You

What do you do
When the road ahead
Is neither familiar
Nor clear to the eye?
Do you take the road
You’ve always taken?
Or, do you continue
Down this unfamiliar road
Relying on the faith
That life will convey you
Where you are meant to be?

One poses the risk of reaching
Nowhere beyond the known…
The other, poses the risk
Of the new being disastrous.
If the roads that we walk on
Are paved by the decisions
We take every moment, every day
Trust in your ability to choose well
Existence tends to favour the brave
After all, life is also seeking
Self-discovery through you.

Trust The Pain of Not Knowing

Suspend your judgement
Be open to learning
Don’t pretend to know
Before you come to know.
Read life; question the books
Resist the temptation to become knowledgeable
Refuse to learn what is taught.

To learn, one must surrender
And have faith that such surrender
Will not be in vain
For even though you may appear foolish
And lose much.
Knowledge will live within you as light
Not as vacuousness or regret.

Why Do You Stay?

Why do you stay?
Why do you continue on this way?
Why haven’t you sought out ‘the better’?
Is it because you’re committed?
Is it because you have nowhere else to go?
Is it because you have no other desire?
Is it because you’re comfortable?
Or is it because you’re still trying to understand
What is it that you seek?

The difficulties you’re dealing with
The roadblocks that keep you from reaching
The challenges you meet everyday
And the battles you’ve got to fight
The theft of your time and your energy
The questions raised on your worth and value
Why do they fail to deter you?
Why are you still here? What are you seeking?
Why do you stay?

Journeys

Do we pass through?
Do we arrive at?
Do we return to?
Or, do we revert to?

Perhaps the true purpose of change
Is to reach the changeless.

This is a passing through…
An arrival…
A return…
And a revert to…

A journey re-acquaints you
With yourself.

What is Beyond is Here

There is both- a continuous
And a discontinuous, ever- present aspect
To our lived experience.
That which is subject to change
Must live in the realm of continuity.
It must abide by time’s tenses.
It holds memories of the past
And hopes for the future.
It dreams of favourable change
And growth and prosperity
And a fulfilment that evades it.
It forges ahead (sometimes meekly)
Doing, thinking and sacrificing consciously
To bring into being a better tomorrow.
In a trajectory marked by impermanence and chance
It seeks certainty and permanence.

However, that about us which is ever-present
Is free of the past and the future.
As pure awareness, it enables us to see
What we think, how we feel, what we do
And why we do what we do.
This awareness is not subject to change.
It does not need continuity to exist.
It is what is ever-real and ever-new.
Time cannot change or destroy it.
It is what remains
In and through changing times…
Even when new values replace the old…
Even as things seem to worsen rather than improve…
Even when ideologies are destroyed
And grand institutions and empires collapse.

This realm of awareness
Needs no new hopes
It does not need a “new” year
It does not need any effort
Or any luck; it requires no strategy.
For it’s not a built castle
And it’s not a tale that needs telling
Or a story that needs a new plot.
It has lived through the ages
It carries with it the wisdom of a life
That has seen much.
Trust it. It is the silence and the temple
That receives your prayers.
It holds your tears as they fall
And is the light that by which you can see
That you are engulfed in darkness.

May that which is continuous in you
And is travelling through the days, weeks and years
And is hoping for the better to arrive
Before it is destined to end…
Be blessed by that which holds that possibility
That heaven…that power of the true self
That is real, sovereign and ever-fulfilled.

From the Imagined to the Unknown

Every life-shattering event
Liberates you from the unreal;
From your world of thoughts
And ideas and opinions;
From your pointless plans;
From your trivial pastimes
And your petty anxieties.

We must be grateful
For destruction, for loss.
For they are an opportunity
To access a higher truth
And a greater life…
To leave behind the imagined
So that we can abide in the unknown.

To Gain Knowledge

To gain knowledge
One must seek it
Beyond the known.

To gain knowledge
One must learn to wait
Rather than rush to arrive.

To gain knowledge
One must learn how to be
Free of the striving to become.

To gain knowledge
One must be willing
To let go of their assumptions.

To gain knowledge
One must be prepared to get rid of
That which thinks it knows.

To gain knowledge
One must create the space
For the new…for transformation.

To gain knowledge
One must learn to remain silent
When feeling compelled to speak.

Where Have You Reached?

I see around me a desperation
A rush to reach somewhere…
To arrive…
Where? Anywhere…
Something, somewhere may hold the key
To guaranteed ecstasy…
And then some peace and happiness…
I see people scrambling like paupers
For a taste of life…
Not knowing what a great life should taste like…
Whiskey? Butter chicken?
What should a great life smell like?
Chanel no 9? Cigarettes? Sex?
No one knows…
But we all desire…

I hear it often said
That it’s wise to live it up
That we have but one life.
But think about how absurd it is
To have life but to know nothing of it
To educate yourself over hours, days and years
To learn about a world
That is essentially all myth.
For all its attractions, it is
At the end of it all, a black mirror.
Ready to be whatever you conceive of it.
To know life, it’s enough to simply live
Neither chasing nor being chased
By ideas, by demons, by desire…
To come to see that a life well-lived
Has required nothing more
Than simple presence.

Life is a Gift From Eternity

Life is not a burden
to be borne
But a gift to be cherished…
To be appreciated…
To be fathomed.

It’s not a maze of dead-ends
But a heartscape of possibilities.
Live not small and afraid
Thinking of life as your destiny written
For then, having barely lived, you die in vain.

Live not in cemented sorrow
Or merely, in intervals of hope
between perpetual disappointments.
Know the truth- your life is not permanent;
But as ever-transforming existence, you’re eternal.

Staying in Touch

My best friend questioned me
About my preferred mode
For staying in touch…
“Is it Facebook? Is it Instagram?”
“No… not really,” I replied
“Those are great for sharing your views
Or snippets from your day
Or some creative work that you’re doing…
I still like meeting one-on-one,” I replied
Well aware that it had been years
Since we had met and sat down and spoken.

I was suddenly acutely aware of the difference.
When you meet in person with someone
It’s about showing an interest in them.
When you’re on social media
The spotlight is only on you.
It’s about self-promotion, not connection.

It’s quite a travesty
How the design of modern life
With its work-for-survival culture
And its flawed rationale
That connectivity will strengthen connection
And its love for speed
(which it has renamed as ‘efficiency’)
Has robbed us of slowness and leisure
And has instead handed to us varnish and gloss
-Cosmeticised appearances of joy, beauty and success.

I miss the simplicity of the everyday
(Before it was conceived as a function
In the production of an ‘even better’ tomorrow)
It used to be content and self-fulfilled.
I’ve lost the ability to do nothing
I can’t recall the last time I allowed myself to daydream
Without feeling guilty for doing so.
In trying to be connected to everyone everywhere
I’m never truly with anyone, anywhere.
However, few things keep me grounded
Such as the memory of a slower time
When we stopped by or got together
For a one-on-one conversation
About nothing in particular.