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The Dream

In my dream

Last night I saw

That my embodiment

Challenged every law

Closed doors and walls

I could walk through

If need be I could rise at will

Standing atop any mountain or hill

There were no limitations

Of time and space

And I could be in more than one place

I saw how people saw me

A mix of awe and dread

“Can this be possible of someone alive;

She must be dead!”

The actions and reactions

That I saw in my dream

Made me understand

That I’m not what I seem

The me and them; the other’s face

All existed in my mind’s space

On waking up

I could understand and see

How every person in my dream

Was a creation by me

Their existence was all a play of my mind

On waking up

None of them I could find

They had all disappeared

I alone remained.

No us, no them, no you, no me

All relationships are fated for an end

In the mind’s story.

Last night’s dream

Has revealed to me

A deep wisdom about how to be

The only thing we must learn as we live

In all of our relationships

We must learn how to give.

It’s in giving that I’ll come to be

All of you

Smiling through all of me.

 

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Contact

Why am I made to perceive

The apparent, the not-real?

If nothing in this world is made to last

Then why am I designed

To experience the sorrow

That comes from loss?

Surely joy and sorrow

Are not an end

But a reason…

To contact a form of existence

That is unaffected

By the ephemeral…

I close my eyes

And feel the ache

“If only the conditions

Had been conducive to permanence…”

I think to myself

Thoughts I know are futile

Nothing is blessed with permanence

“Always” and “forever” are the

Dreams we see when asleep

In the warm embrace of a mute existence

That existence, that permanence

Will meet you only as your silence

It’s not the loss of contact with another

That causes you sorrow

It’s the loss of contact

With yourself.

 

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The Guru’s Grace

The instance of dwelling

On a moment

Or on a question-

That which you know exists

But which you can’t articulate

Is not inertia

But a pause…

We pause to see…

To grasp at the substantial,

The indicative, the meaningful

The instructive.

We dwell not because we don’t want to venture

But because we want to receive

The call to do so…

Or for guidance towards a direction

It’s not our knowledge

But our perceptiveness

That opens us up to

Recourse from a truer word.

 

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Remove

It’s not that we don’t know

How to respect others

It’s that we don’t know

How to love ourselves.

Our self-love

Takes the form of arrogance-

An insatiable need

To seem of greater dimensions.

We zoom out of intimacy

We stand distant and above others

Measuring their being…

Sizing them up

So that we may continue

To feed our sense of self-worth.

 

But what I fail to see

Is that ‘I’ am not my Self.

‘My’ self is not ‘me’.

It’s not an ever-evolving being

That must be asserted

To determine its existence.

It’s not a life that needs to grow

Through accomplishment and gain;

But is a flame that needs to be kindled

So that it can confront

Its own darkness.

Self-love is not easy

It takes courage to shine a light

To your formlessness

And to see clearly

All the creatures of your imagination

You thought were real.

 

Respect grows

Not in the glorious conception

You create of another

But in the removal

Of all misconceptions about yourself.

 

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Reminded

O Pain!

You reduced me to tears

Demanding that all my attention

Be devoted to you.

You seemed punishing…

Cruel and senseless

I thought of all the things

That needed me

To be in perfect health…

And how your grip

Was so disabling.

I tried to subjugate you

With every antidote

I cajoled you…

I subjected you

To a stubborn resistance

I tried to conquer you

And then I dropped.

And when I dropped

I felt you…

Suddenly grateful

That I could feel at all

I heard the soft whispers of the rain

Felt the wind

Cool the sweat on my brow

And saw the light of day

Gleam on my floor.

O Pain!

You recalibrated my life

Reminded me

What in essence mattered

You taught me

That in truth

To be able to feel

Is my only freedom

And my only responsibility

What I refuse to feel

Grows within me as pain.

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Not Without Meaning

I took

a perfectly fine

empty moment

and filled it

with a search for meaning.

I assigned it

An agenda-

A question for contemplation

Believing that

In its silence

Lay answers

And a wealth of wisdom

“That’s my relationship

with emptiness…,” I realized

“I simply won’t accept

its nothingness…

At least not without

any meaning…”

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Redeem

Occasionally disappear

Do not be available

Leave

Be absent

Stay silent

Lay low

Don’t reply

 

Too much contact

With the world

Robs you of your silence

And it’s your silence

That insulates you

That sustains your being

In an eternally divine embrace.

 

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A Measured Human Being

To be lost and confused

Is the naivety of freedom

Which requires artfulness

To acquire meaning.

Freedom, although a given

Must be sought

And understood

Through a sincere quest

Of your purpose

Of your reason-to-be.

You must come to know

Your talents; develop skill

And intuitively learn

The art of self-restraint

For in order to be a free spirit

You must first learn to be

A measured human being.

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The Art of Giving Form to Your Content

The truth that gives your words

Their power and beauty

Abides in the heart

And therefore

If you must speak

Speak your heart

And never your mind.

 

The heart is immersed in silence

While the mind rides

On the waves of sound

Speak your silence

Therein lies the mystery

The truth of which

All men yearn to see manifest.

 

It’s not the art of speech

That makes a man eloquent

It’s his mastery

Over the art of silence…

Chisel your words such

That you leave around it

A meaningful silence.

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To Be is To Care

Why must it be so exhausting

To care…to act on your vows of love?

Why is it so fraught with frustration?

Almost always going unappreciated

Undervalued…

What if I decided to stop caring?

What if I refused to act on my concern?

Would that cut down

An excess of involvement, of investment?

Why do we get involved?

Why are we invested in another?

What hopes are we pinning to our caring?

Care is not a ‘project for improving’

Care is not a charitable act

That you are called upon

By your conscience to do

Care is not a duty towards another

It’s an obligation to yourself.

Care is the essence of ‘human being’

Creatures of consciousness that we are

Care allows us to connect

With our source

Even as we expand into infinite dimensions

Care is the path we pave

To complete the pilgrimage

Back to ourselves.