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It’s a Zero-sum Game

Celebrate gain if you must

But remember that

It’s but a shadow…

An indication

Of a loss coming.

 

Partiality is man’s hope from cleverness

But existence is always whole

Intelligence will get you what you want

But your wisdom will reveal

That it was never your need.

 

What an amazing thing to learn from life…

That neither gain nor loss

Can be a measure of your worth

Because they are two sides

Of the same coin.

 

They don’t add up

They don’t take away…

Their fifty-fifty chances

Are nothing more than

A zero-sum game.

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I am Life

I wonder sometimes

What will all my occupations

Add up to?

The realm of action

Is a confined space

That cannot accommodate

Dimensions of my being

That want nothing…

It seems to have come into existence

In sync with my preoccupations…

With the unfinished business

Kick-started by my intelligent

But clueless thought.

I seem to be on a perpetual quest

For answers…

For recourse…

For validation…

For acceptance.

I need to know

That what I think matters

That what I feel is true and

That what I do is valuable

And yet something tells me

That all of this

Will add up to nothing.

It’s not life that is in need

And my work will only float

Like discarded waste in its vast ocean

Silently mocking my vain pursuits

The only value lies

In doing away with

The idea of ‘me’ and ‘mine’

And seeing that I am not ‘a life’

I am life.

 

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Action Without the Actor

The geography

That our feet traverse

To bring us to

The spaces we come

To call our own

Is a physical map

Of our thought-

Thought abducted by

Memory and Desire.

These poor charlatans

Don’t allow us to be

They tell us that

We must act

And yet

The very action

We pin our hopes on

Binds us.

But then action need not

Be a strategy for either

Greater advantage or greater good.

Action is a movement

Towards understanding

Towards resolution

Towards completion.

The action must free itself

From being enslaved

By the actor.

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Conscious

Conscious action

Is your ultimate recourse…

It is a power

Vested in you

To stand forever free

From the self-limiting reactions

Of unconscious actions.

To watch yourself in a bind

To fully experience

The turbulence of the mind

To recognize that

It has become too sullied

To reflect reality

Is to come to know

That you’ve been betrayed

By your own imagination.

It’s this knowledge

Powered by conscious watching

That frees you.

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Journeys

Journeys are never

About the beginning

And the end

They are about

Departures…

Leaving behind…

Bitter-sweet experiences…

Meeting and separating…

Unexpected delays and

Arriving…

 

Sometimes you enter

Long, dark tunnels

And find yourself immersed

In a dense darkness.

They are about

Expectations unmet

And conversations

That began between companions

But that got lost into wonder

In the vast fields of your own thought.

 

Journeys are not

The means to an end

They are an end in themselves

Reminding us

That we belong

To no one and to nowhere

That our identities

Are not permanent

That our stations

Will not last forever.

 

We must travel

With the lightest

Emotional baggage

We must come to see

That our companions

Will change

And that our solitude

Will always stand by us

Our journeys must teach us

How to say goodbye.

 

Journeys are about losing old certainties

Only so that we may

Find new horizons

Journeys are about

Tirelessly covering distances

With the full understanding

That they will accomplish nothing

They will only leave you

With yourself…

Wiser. Kinder. Freer.

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Have You Realised?

Have you at all

Had a spiritual experience?

And were you able to

Recognize it as such?

Scan your memory

For all the moments

When Understanding

Came to the rescue

And calmed all storms within…

Or you had a question

And an answer came your way

It felt as though

You had been in conversation

With Eternity…

Or when you surrendered

Your stake in the ownership

Of a circumstance

With the willingness to accept

Whatever came your way

And you found yourself

Taking charge

With a mysterious grace.

 

Have you experienced

An expansion of being?

Are you able to witness

Your own becoming?

Are you able to see

The play of your life

Even as you play it?

Have your simplest gestures

Touched someone in profound ways?

Have you been unaffected

By loss… or by gain?

Is your daily experience

One of abundance…

Or one of poverty?

Do you have faith

In eternal goodness?

And lastly…

Have you found the wisdom

To be happy?

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Thought is Absence

The object and the thought

Cannot part ways

They depend on each other

For identity, meaning and existence.

You can’t check to see

If the reflection has left the mirror

It will continue to be

As long as you are

The mind has no purpose

It has only presence

It just is.

And thought is absence

That is meandering in darkness

Trying to make sense of the experienced

Dividing itself into subject and predicate

Unaware

That the two are one

Doomed to be in a perpetual quest

It stands lost and directionless

In its own ever-expanding space.

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Time is a Wind

Time is a wind

It comes and goes

It shuts you out

Then it opens other doors

 

The breath you take

Is a gift of time

The words you speak

Are its rhythm and rhyme

 

A thief, a fugitive-

It’s always on the run

Doing its job between every

Rising and setting sun

 

Don’t be a fool

Don’t make permanent any belief

The life you claim to own

Is a gift from a thief

 

It provides you

And then it takes away

Nothing that you’ve received

Will forever stay

 

Harbour not

Any anger or regret

Pay your dues in time

Don’t gather any debt

 

For if you’re left behind

Because you stayed too long

It will return for you

To take you where you belong

 

Time will take away

What time brought in

Time cannot stay

Time is a wind.

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I Wrote This Poem

I was riding

On a train of thought

When a dragon fly

Perched on the grill of my window

Caught my eye…

I abandoned my trip

And let my attention dwell

On its fascinating form…

I wondered

If it would come in

Or for how long it would stay

And would its adventurous spirit

Be its undoing

As if alerted by my thoughts

It let better sense prevail

And flitted away…

I was left dropped

By my own wandering.

Freed from thought;

Nudged of my musings;

Transported from

One moment to the next;

Reminded that intentionality

Is sometimes no match for wonder;

Freed of purpose

And nowhere to get to;

I wrote this poem.

 

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From ‘I’ to ‘Am-ness’

‘I’ don’t matter

But my thoughts do

They become the nature

Of my ‘am-ness’.

It’s not the ‘I’

But the ‘am-ness’ that must grow

From being an identity

To simply being…

To free yourself

From experiences that bind you

Means to change

The direction of your thoughts

To shift your attention

From confining circumstances

To an ever-present vastness

That alone

Is the extent of your freedom…

Moving from ‘I’ to ‘am-ness’.