Loosen your Grip

Circumstances do have a hold on us.
They can restrain us.
One may not be able to
Walk away from a circumstance.
Freedom within a circumstance
Is of a different kind.
It exists in loosening your grip
Over that which is gripping you.
To have found this freedom
Is to have understood
What freedom really means.

Life is a Gift From Eternity

Life is not a burden
to be borne
But a gift to be cherished…
To be appreciated…
To be fathomed.

It’s not a maze of dead-ends
But a heartscape of possibilities.
Live not small and afraid
Thinking of life as your destiny written
For then, having barely lived, you die in vain.

Live not in cemented sorrow
Or merely, in intervals of hope
between perpetual disappointments.
Know the truth- your life is not permanent;
But as ever-transforming existence, you’re eternal.

You Are More Than Enough

Do not slip into decadence
just because you’ve realized
that it is ridiculous to fall in love
with your struggles.

There’s no need
to see your struggles
as a moral necessity.

When the world
would like you to be
this or that…
To simply be is an act of defiance.

Refuse to abide
In another’s imagination.
That is your prison.
Break free.
Revolt…silently.

Say nothing. Stay suspended.
Your reactions are still
under the control
of those who hold your strings.

Do not make the choices
The world offers you.
To be given a choice
is to be denied freedom.

Become still.
Watch the world spin.
See it vomit its ugliness.
Separate yourself from it
so that you can heal.

Reclaim your pristine self.

To move freely within yourself
is to have healed…
Where you no longer are
seeking instruction from the world
on how to think, feel, walk…
On how to be.

Crime and Punishment

Can there be peace
Without justice?
What good will punishment do
To the deprived and depraved?
What sense does forgiveness make
When there is no feeling of remorse?

Have we failed as a society
To meet our human needs of love, care and fulfilment?
The kind that once came from the warmth
Of heart, home and hearth
Where simple joys and deep dignity were the highest values
And the finest outcome of a collective nurturing.

The loss of dignity is no longer an aberration
It’s become the accepted collateral damage of
Building a life around an economic system
That sees profit and gain
And rights rather than duties as
The highest values, no matter what the cost.

Nothing else matters
No one really matters
Life has been reduced to metrics, indicators and indexes.
In serving the flawed logic of a flawed system
We’ve created a pointless wealth
On the foundations of depravity.

We’ve been complicit in robbing humanity
Of its inheritance…
Of clear blue skies, clean waters…
Meandering pathways in lush greens…
And created instead roads that must get us
Conveniently to factories, offices and shopping malls.

We no longer speak a language
Capable of upholding our finest thoughts.
In fact, we’ve systematically throttled
The refined expression of the softest human sentiments.
We’ve taken away the time
And the spaces to experience contentment.

We scream because we go unheard
We attack, we show aggression
Because there no longer exists
The lexicon to communicate tender thoughts;
To express our need for a simple connection…
To know simply how to reach out and ‘touch’ another.

True justice will be achieved
When society will rise and take the responsibility
For the depravity
That it has seeded, and let grow;
When we will begin to see
The ways in which we stand punished for our crimes.

Staying in Touch

My best friend questioned me
About my preferred mode
For staying in touch…
“Is it Facebook? Is it Instagram?”
“No… not really,” I replied
“Those are great for sharing your views
Or snippets from your day
Or some creative work that you’re doing…
I still like meeting one-on-one,” I replied
Well aware that it had been years
Since we had met and sat down and spoken.

I was suddenly acutely aware of the difference.
When you meet in person with someone
It’s about showing an interest in them.
When you’re on social media
The spotlight is only on you.
It’s about self-promotion, not connection.

It’s quite a travesty
How the design of modern life
With its work-for-survival culture
And its flawed rationale
That connectivity will strengthen connection
And its love for speed
(which it has renamed as ‘efficiency’)
Has robbed us of slowness and leisure
And has instead handed to us varnish and gloss
-Cosmeticised appearances of joy, beauty and success.

I miss the simplicity of the everyday
(Before it was conceived as a function
In the production of an ‘even better’ tomorrow)
It used to be content and self-fulfilled.
I’ve lost the ability to do nothing
I can’t recall the last time I allowed myself to daydream
Without feeling guilty for doing so.
In trying to be connected to everyone everywhere
I’m never truly with anyone, anywhere.
However, few things keep me grounded
Such as the memory of a slower time
When we stopped by or got together
For a one-on-one conversation
About nothing in particular.

Do It Your Way

A set architecture with walled spaces
Stairways and elevations, and paved pathways
With names and arrows for direction-
May serve as a design for order and ease;
But the human is a dreamer…and a seeker
And conveniences cannot take him to where he needs to be.

His heart soars when he’s inspired.
In the intensity of the present moment
Even time releases him- so that the fire in him
Can set aflame the fuel that lays silent, muted and wasted
All can be re-ignited, all can have their power restored
And the atmosphere can be uplifted from dreariness.

The human creates not because he can trade his creations
But simply because he CAN create…
And to do so Is to discover the divine impulse
By which one can recreate a world
Of possibilities and infinite directions
So that all paths can take you to the self you’re seeking.

The Sensibility to See

Can the unreal ever be known?
Can the real ever be unknown?
Yet we confuse the unreal for the real
And believe to be true, our world of make-believe.
In it, we’re always striving for the illusory…the unreal…
While the real simply awaits our awakening.

Life is not complicated.
In fact, its simplicity frightens us.
Its nakedness makes us uncomfortable.
We dress it up in all sorts of fabrications.
We use the cosmetic to beautify the aesthetic
We routinely tell each other nothing is good enough.

We graduate in degrees of ignorance
Seeking trappings that can compensate for our misery.
And because we haven’t been educated to know
That happiness is what we bring; not something we ‘find’
We simply lack the sensibility it takes to see
And love, what stands in plain sight before us.

Five Abilities

There are only five abilities you need to cultivate in order to live your life well:

1. The heart and intelligence to meaningfully support another.
2. A deep reserve of love to create possibility, energy, emotion and harmony, artfully.
3. The humility and faith to stay committed to your present.
4. The good taste to enjoy the simple things in life.
5. The self-confidence to remain internally free- free of fear, need, desire and regret.

The fifth is the outcome of the first four abilities.

Boredom

Wanting to do something…
A search for meaning
And purpose and fulfilment
Or simply the desire for thrill and excitement
– Can all be traced to boredom.

Our being seeks purpose in doing.

When all of our doing
Progressively reveals to us
The utter futility of all our endeavours
Where things remain… not better, not worse…
We begin to look at life more inquiringly.

Life is the fount of eternal youth.

Each moment is a fresh possibility
In between your memory and desire
There is a silent and divine space
You’ve often sought this space
Like you do a shrine…

For quiet and peaceful reflection.

Your boredom was blindness
You could not see the necessity of nothingness.
Your boredom was ignorance
As your awareness was in a state of deep sleep
Your boredom was also the inertia

By which you moved towards your north star

Your boredom is your home
The sanctuary that you return to
When you’re exhausted chasing your dreams
Your boredom is what allows you
To keep things real.

What you were escaping from, is what you’ll end up escaping to.

The True End

When do our lives end?
Never.
They continue.
Death is not an end to life.
Death is the end of a form…
An entity… an identity…
Life is eternal.
It does not cease to be.
It ever renews.

An end only marks a new beginning
A new cycle of angst and small escapisms
Death is not a freedom
From sorrow… from misery… from conflict.
Freedom belongs to the realm of life.
It must be sought here and now
Not merely by way of vote, revolt or a bloody war
But through a life of surrender and devotion
To the altar of a higher realization.

This realization is an internal independence
From all that is external to us.
And is a firm awareness
Of what is intrinsic to ourselves.
The intrinsic is life.
The extrinsic is manifestation.
Freedom is not the end of undesirable circumstances.
Freedom is liberation from the very desire to be free.
The true end is that which is free of a new beginning.