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What is Love?

Love is indefinable
But it needs to be explained
Lest we begin to define it
In terms of our bittersweet experiences;
In terms of what it never was–
An artefact of our desires.

Love,
Even if it were a thing
Would not be the thing in itself
But the spirit that lends itself
To a constitution and
Makes perceptible a harmony.

It’s the melody in a song
It’s the fragrance that emanates
From a flower and then
Fills up the air that surrounds it.
It is the intensity within emotion
That is distinct from the emotion itself.

Our very being is love.
And to the extent we are free
From the hunger and thirst of the heart;
From the endless wanting of the mind–
To that extent we are able
To express our love.

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Mistakes are Milestones

What mistakes am I making?
What mistakes have I made?

Is regret even a reasonable emotion?
…When you know that you’re on a journey

If you didn’t take a path
That you could have
Does it matter?

Destinations are just stops
…Milestones that you arrive to
And then move on.

They’re not permanent
…You’re not permanent

Concern is just a desire for permanency.

Let go of the need
To predetermine outcomes
Make better judgments
After you have made the bad ones.

Live life
The way it’s intended to be lived.

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About Endings

The pain of an ending
Is never so much
As when you know it.

And yet the sobs are silent
Muffled as they are
By the gags of normalcy.

Decency ensures
That the lines on your face
Are drawn into a smile…

That pretends to keep you social
While ensuring
That your façade reveals nothing.

You are close, yet far
In continuation
But discontinued.

Remembered
But not needed
Loved, but relegated.

‘Forever’ is no one’s destiny
It can only be our prayer
…Our hope.

And hope- we forget
-Can only convey us…
It makes no promises.

Separate we must.
All beginnings must end
All journeys must traverse a destiny.

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Art and Design

Our days are ever-developing patterns
Of activity, of attention
Of thought, of belief
Of hope, of feeling
Of organization, of comfort
Of sustenance, of communication
Of staying connected
And of togetherness.

Humanity is the art
That emerges from
Intelligent Design.

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What Matters

When the minute
Inspires the hour;
And the hour
Builds the day;
And the days
Deliver the week;
And the weeks
Accomplish the month;
And the months
Grow the years;
And the years
Create a lifetime…

You realize-
It’s the little things
That matter.

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Humility

Appearances are not the Truth
And the Truth is evident, not apparent.

Know the difference.

Courage may not always look grand
It often keeps its distance from the grandiosity of gesture.

Let it remain invisible.

Your real achievements often go unnoticed.
Awards are intended to legitimise the awarder.

Their place is on a shelf; yours, in life.

You’re educated to acquire special skills
Yet all real work happens through surrender and prayer.

Give up all ideas of yourself.

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Pornography

Pornography isn’t confined
To the sexual.
In fact, it has become more pervasive
Than we care to admit.
It’s apparent in the way
We intercourse with life in general.

In man’s world
Everything must be
On a perpetual high-
Growth, profit, success
Romance, attention, appearance-
All must be managed, promised and pursued.

Effect is packaged as impact.
Titillation is now a form of power.
Popularity is an achievement.
Self-gratification is the road to happiness
Seduction is success
And attention is capital.

Pornography in essence
Is a redrawing
Of gaze and glimpse.
It’s a perversion
Of desire and touch.
And a degradation and decimation
Of what makes us human.

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The Creative Process

In passing time
Observe an occurrence:
A curve…a refraction…
A twist…an aberration…
A connection…a concealment…

Stretch its dimensions
Towards the observer.
Perceive it in pure light
Without an ambience of knowledge.

Learn about it
By learning from it.

Trust it to take you
Where it must now live…
In the form of a new thing;
In the marketplace;
As an idea;
As a suggestion;
As a question;
As a voice

Or, as pure courage.

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Pause

Pause…
Because a pause creates beauty
And this creation of beauty
Is not designed action
It is a reflection in stillness.

What a paradox it is
That in order
To apprehend life’s complexity
The simplest act of cessation is sufficient
Just as much as it is necessary.

A pause
Is a way to pay respect
To the doer, the doing and the done
It’s a constraint you put
On the excessive and the unnecessary.

A pause
Is a form of acknowledgement
That conveyance
Is an action of many forces
And that intention is one such force.

A pause is power
The ultimate form of self-control
A recognition of
What fails in success
And what succeeds in failure.

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What is Good?

Originality is good.
The true is good.
The honest is good.
To surrender the material
At the altar of the spiritual
Is good
Self-awareness is good.
To love is good.

Correct knowledge is good.
To overcome weakness is good.
Courage is good.
To adapt to change
But to remain unchanged by it
Is good.
To relate with care is good.
To sustain the good is good.