How?

How does one be
Without striving to be ‘a better something’?

I’m coming to see
That ‘better’ is an illusion.

But if I don’t pursue the better
What do I have to my merit?

And if I don’t have any merit
What do I call my own?

And without having something
To call my own, what belongs to me?

To whom do I belong?
Where do I belong?

To no one? To all?
To nowhere? To everywhere?

How does one feel complete
Without ownership?

How does one feel fulfilled
Without achievement or acquisition?

How does one know love
Without attachment?

How does one know fullness
When one feels emptiness?

How?

The Search for Promise

There is occasionally
An hour
That is eventful…
A pivoting moment
Where you stand
Divinely reminded
Of what is worth
Living for
And what is the worth
In losing.

To a seeker
No occurrence is vain.
Everything colludes
To provide you
With new meaning
Fresh insight
Or an accepting wisdom
Where the vision that clearly sees
Differences and distinctions
Begins to blur.

Watch this moment
Absorb its essence
Feel your emotion
But do not emotionalize
The moment.
Humanity is not a particular
Flavor, after all
It requires no recipe.
It’s a quest… To be human
Is to search for promise.

Growth

Growth is not in itself a virtue
And to seek it for its own sake
Is to have misunderstood its purpose.

We grow in and through
Movements that yield self-discovery,
Realization… a deeper seeing.

True growth is a natural process
Not a simulated artifice
It’s not a measure on a scale.

Leave things alone;
Let them simply be-
Immersed in time and space.

Allow them their abrasions
Allow them their struggles
Allow them their fight to be.

Growth is not merely expansion;
At its heart
It’s a search for possibility.

The Politics of Ignorance

In polarities we seek
Our certainties
We feel that knowledge
Refers to a position
We must occupy.

But knowing is an action
Involving, first and foremost
An arrival to a no-man’s land
Standing in the field of uncertainty
Belonging to nothing
And no one in particular…
Standing on a piece of ground
Solid enough to hold
The weight of your being.

You listen…
Because you know
You know nothing
You receive
Because you’re asking.

The fact of the matter is
That our ignorance
Is vaster than anything
We’ve come to know
And so will it always be.

So fundamental
Is ignorance to our beings
That it thinks
That knowledge must be an acquisition
A position…a rank…an accomplishment.
Something it can use
To decorate itself.
The irony is-
The more you claim to know
The less you do.

What Has Survived, Must Be Lived

To break
Is to collapse
It is to be shattered in pieces;
To be wounded by your own anger.

All external battles
Are fought internally
Leaving you to question
Was it really worth it?

Will this thing within me
Now wounded, now broken
Survive?
Or will it die?

The change that is to come
Is antithetical to what is
Continuity is not life’s virtue
Defiance is.

Death is not
The end of life
But the end
Of what is no longer life.

Bid adieu
To what is not
And say hello
To what is.

Life is not a charming story
Of escapisms
Life is an openness
To being, feeling and dying.

Bury the dead
Nurture the living
Move on. Move forward.
What has survived, must be lived.

For the Love of a Child

For the love of a child
You seek counsel
From the child within you.

For the love of a child
You let go
Of unworthy battles.

For the love of a child
You know that to be able to see things clearly
You will have to see them with love.

For the love of a child
You hope and pray and work
Towards re-building your world.

For the love of a child
You surrender your adulthood
In order to return to naivete.

You Are Light

Light cannot be contained
It can only fill up a space
Recognize that you are
The Light;
Not the reflection
Know that
Your sense of ‘I’
Is only relative to your perception
Of the ‘other’
Both are objects
Illumined by the
Light of your consciousness.

Do not hold on to sorrow
Let go of expectations
Know that your needs
Are being met
Stop depriving yourself
Through want
Don’t occupy a position
In order to serve your shadow.
Leave. Bring your light
To other spaces
Travel further knowing that
Your destination is a brighter light
Not darkness.

Closures

Death doesn’t bring
An end to things
It leaves questions unanswered
Issues unresolved…
Those who are angry
And are left behind-
Are left with a directionless anger.
Where relationships
Were decaying
For want of love and trust-
Death offers no redemption.

Your anger needs to be
Laid to rest in understanding
Your hurt must turn to compassion
And indifference to a higher attentiveness
Your identity needs to dissolve
In His presence.
The dream must end
With an awakening.
We must find release
From the confines of smallness
Into an ever-expanding grace.

Perception

The seen is meaning

That superimposes itself

On the unseen.

 

Look carefully.

Look beyond the edges

And the boundaries of meaning…

 

See how it extends itself

How it negotiates

Its freedom from finitude.

 

Positivity is illusion.

Possibility is promise.

All forms transform.

 

After you’ve understood

The meaning of a thing

Perceive its meaningfulness.

The Biggest Failing

The biggest failing

Is the inability

To see things as they are

To understand them

For how they are

To accept them

The way they are

And to appreciate them

For what they are.