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Education

To educate is to open up

The expanse of the mind

So that for all our assumptions

The right questions we may find.

 

An education must make you

A seeker not a knower

You must be able to

Over your ignorance cross over.

 

Pride and foolishness

Often walk hand-in-hand

A true seeker knows

The grounds on which he stands.

 

That we know nothing

A good education must show

That what needs to be known

Lies beyond what we know.

 

Not just a fast-track

To worldly success

In the worst of times

It prepares you to be your best.

 

Education is design

Education is art

It’s the architecture of the mind

Built with inroads to the heart

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Before and After

Before I become the truth

Must I be the lie?

 

Living it day in and day out

With tedious self-consciousness

 

So many facades to keep up

So many consistencies to maintain

 

What if the point of keeping appearances

Is only to exhaust me to the point of death…?

 

…And ‘I’ no longer exist?

Who then, will be?

 

Who will continue?

And what will continue?

 

If ‘I’ die

Who will live?

 

And how will truth live

Without lying?

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What Are You Busy With?

To have something to do

Gives you a sense of worth

It gives you purpose

And continuity and

Therefore, an existence.

 

Time and movement

Are very important

For my sense of self-

And all that ‘I’ embrace…

I must be other than where I am at 5o’clock.

 

New places, new people, new projects

All of these make my life

So meaningful, so interesting, so glamorous.

Photographed memories of my day

Leave me with an entertaining sense of accomplishment.

 

Now’s the time to ask:

Is life the story of one person?

Can life remain imprisoned within a personality?

Without memory and pattern

Who am I? Who are you?

 

What new patterns are you forming?

What new memories are being created?

What new plans are being made?

As life awaits your homecoming

What are you busy with?

 

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Durations

Allow time

To take you on a walk

To give your thoughts

A duration.

 

See yourself

Let go of ideas

And stand free of

Their certainties.

 

Definitions too

Are not permanent

Love has revealed to me

Other meanings.

 

The future

Becomes less important;

Plans and designs get replaced

By responses.

 

Today’s importance

Is self-evident…intrinsic;

Small matters that suggest

Little matters.

 

Say a prayer

Wash your hands and stay in

Apparently, that’s a good way to end

A pandemic.

 

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Value Yourself

Let go

Of all the excess of life

That has stuck to you

 

Pare it down.

Remove. Trim.

Give away.

 

Walk away from sounds

That drown

Your own voice

 

Reject words

That are untrue

Coming from you.

 

Listen to your silence

Look at what’s left

When all is gone.

 

Befriend that residue

Cherish it;

Treasure it.

 

Aloneness

Is not to be foolishly grieved;

It is to be intelligently valued.

 

Don’t compromise the time

With yourself

For some base company.

 

Know where

True fulfilment lies

Value yourself.

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A Grain of Truth

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?

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Be One

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.

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To Return is to Love

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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Rain As Metaphor For Creativity

Creativity is born

Out of intensity-

A cloud that is dark,

Dense and laden

With the wetness

Of life on earth.

Unable to contain itself

For too long

It expresses all that it has absorbed

And as it falls in abundance

Unmeasured, uncalibrated

It quenches the thirst

Of all longing.

It dissolves all certainty

Through glass

That promised clear vision

You can only see the world

As an abstraction of colour and mist.

 

Ssshhh… watch silently…

A fashion designer is at work…

That moment that was a vacuum

That could only be filled

With inspiration

Now undergoes transformation

Soon the earth

Will stand fashioned

In a rich green velvet

The body will sparkle

With sequin-like waterdrops

On flowers that smile joyously.

All life will be rejuvenated

And a new romance

Will fill the air…

The rain cloud teaches:

Absorb from life

But abide in vastness

And when the heat gets unbearable

Hide the sun

Take away certainty

Descend on life

And touch it

Show life what it can be.

 

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The Hour

It was the hour

That passed too quickly

A lifetime of happy memories

Were contained and lived.

 

It was the hour

That was most painful

A lifetime of ache

Was felt and endured.

 

It was the hour

That moved too slowly

I waited and waited…

It seemed like eternity.

 

It’s always the hour…

And its fragility and uncertainty

That needs to be handled

With attention and care.

 

Sometimes a wall

Sometimes a window…

The hour needs to be understood

In order to be freed.