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Learn to Live

The problem with inertia
Is that there is no recourse
Life moves on…
Undeterred by your paralysis
You move with it-
A lifeless being.

It makes everything redundant
Relationships, emotions,
Celebrations, plans and projects
Life continues
It’s very hard to deal with
The fact that you don’t matter.

And yet here you are
In the grand scheme of things
Partial, but essential to the whole
To flow with life then
Must mean being
In a ‘whole’ new way.

Without contest,
Without ambition,
Without separation
Free of machinations
Reclaim your individuality
And fear not the future.

Don’t avoid the end
But embrace it
Keep your mind lean,
Attentive, responsive
Not loaded with
The unnecessary.

Travel lightly
There’s nothing to arrive to
Apart from the moment
Take away important lessons
From your state of inertia
Things will happen as they should.

Align yourself to life
Step away from ideas
Wake up
After enjoying your sleep
Know the difference
Between perception and reality.

From wherever you go to
Return…
Abide in a space
Where all life abides
In that space
Make your home.

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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.

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Creativity

The truth

does not conform

to clichés

It cannot

be apprehended in

fixed forms

To create

is to render

a challenge

To ideas

that masqueraded as

the truth.

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Watching

I look at the darkness without

From a lit room within

Reflections appear before me

Creating interesting collages…

The world isn’t reality

It’s yet another layer…

 

Outside, the wind seduces the trees

The rain quenches their thirst

And the trees dance in ecstasy.

I’m riveted to my window.

I’m the spectator, the enjoyer

I’m the one watching.

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Contained

There is a perpetual war within…

A war between

Hopes and circumstances

Between confinement

And the beckoning of freedom

Between the lower

And the higher

Between what is

And what could be.

 

I saunter into the kitchen

Look at all the jars lined up

Standing as if under a command.

Inanimate, still ready to serve

Like soldiers in a rank

Also in a war?

Contained, silent, closed…

Human civility demands

That we fight our battles in silence.

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Do You Have Any Idea?

Can you see that ideas

Make up our world?

Can you see that you have

The power to reject ideas…

To give them no attention?

Can you see that you can

Offer your own for every idea

That feels wrong, unjust and diminishing?

Give your ideas a voice,

Give them a shape, a form…

Give them expression.

 

Prepare them for the stage

That is life…

Create your own setting

Tell your own story…

But first live life well

Live fully. Expose yourself to

The world’s ideas

But neither borrow nor steal

You are the sovereign of your world

The centre around which

Your world revolves.

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The Big Things Are Small

We are the earth-

72% water

28% mineral

Fire and wind

And ether too, we are.

Which is why we have the power

To make, to move, to listen

And to digest.

 

Why then

Is there hopelessness…

Why are there mental breakdowns?

Why does the mind

Turn against the being?

Why must man be in

A relationship of torment

With his own mind?

 

To be conscious is to think.

To think is to supply

The energy to make real.

The mind makes real

What it is conscious of

Be aware…listen

The wind moves and

In and through hollow steel tubes it chimes.

 

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Nothing Fails Like Success

Over time,

Success gets dusted off…

It is not rooted in the real

Power & Wealth

Beauty & influence

Disappear like they appeared.

 

It can take a lifetime

To see that money

Is but of notional value

Power rides on the back of fear

And influence and beauty

Do not last.

 

So then,

What is worth having?

What is a worthy pursuit?

What will validate me?

What will make my efforts

Valuable, fruitful and meaningful?

 

Imagine yourself as being

Other than what you own

And what you seek

Success cannot liberate you

It’s circle of influence can only

reach up to the edge of low reason.

 

The false entices because

We don’t know the truth

The false is ever-changing

Ever-growing and ever-progressing

The true remains unaffected,

Unchanged and eternal.

 

So look at what you don’t see

And listen to what you don’t hear

The truth doesn’t speak

She’s not spectacular or grand

She just is. Free from failure

Because she’s disinterested in success.

 

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Live Like You Don’t Matter

Recognize that
Who you call ‘I’
Is merely a consolidation of memories
And a voice of hope.
‘I’ am but an idea
Afraid of its flimsy reality.
And so much this idea
Has come to love life
That now its biggest fear
Is to be denied existence.

‘I’ is but a meaning
Given to am-ness
So that life can be lived
As an ode to memory
And romanced through
Songs of love and hope.
Your limitations belong to your façade
And not to your essence.
Live fearlessly. Live courageously.
Live like you don’t matter.
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Locked In

The time has come

To break away from habit.

 

Habits of thinking

And being and doing.

 

Our way of life

Was a roadmap of diversions;

 

We never really arrived anywhere

Except to where we began.

 

The search for validation

Was misconstrued as the search for self.

 

We have lived as partial beings

Unable to embrace a world of our making.

 

We speak, but don’t listen

We hurry, but to no specific destination.

 

Activity is valued as action

And in its chaos we seek our purpose.

 

How do we see our truth?

How do we integrate our being?

 

How do we come to see

That to be we must be free?

 

Our exchanges must be directed

To let go of a lesser value for a higher one.

 

Poverty does not belong to outer circumstances

But to an inner blindness that doesn’t let us see

 

That our wealth is as unreal

As our imagined poverty

 

Gain and loss are the way of life

It’s the alternating of breath that sustains life.

 

Freedom cannot be won in a world of perceptions.

We must stay silent, watchful and locked in.