Return and Wait

It’s confusing
When there are many possibilities;
When you have before you
Choices to make
When there is so much happening
That needs your attention.
You don’t know what to do;
You don’t know how you’ll do it.

It’s easy
When you recentre;
Stand where you are
And know that in a world of possibilities
And tough choices
And to that which needs your attention
You will be conveyed.
You will come to know
That which you have always known.

All you have to do
Is be willing to do
nothing;
So that what needs to be done
Gets done.

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.

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.

Have Faith

We do not know
How our lives will play out
The plots in our life stories
Are not authored by us.

And yet, something must be said
For all that we’ve lived through
Sometimes with our innocence abused
Sometimes with passive aggression
Sometimes with a sense of shame or guilt
Sometimes with cowardice
Sometimes with heroism
Sometimes with anger and rage
And sometimes with silent courage and humility.

Our common experience though
Has been our vulnerability.
Our acquired knowledge may have shielded us
But we only became fortified
By living through the emotions
We were taught to avoid or overcome.

Failure to meet expectations
Is not only necessary in order to survive
It also becomes the friction you need
In order to grow into wisdom.

Each one of us must
Bear within us the burden of our cross…
Of our frail humanity
So that we may come to know eventually
That we know nothing
And it is not our knowledge that will redeem us
But our faith.

Renovation

Renovations, when begun
Do not look like renovations.
Things stand displaced, disordered
There’s chaos…
Smoke and dust…
And everything looks like the debris
From destruction and loss.

However, it is the vision
Of what is to come
That allows us to not only
Live through the mess
But to also enjoy it!

Life’s Riddles

  • Life’s riddles-
    When setbacks become opportunities…
    When the disdained command your respect…
    When that which was meant to weaken you, actually strengthens you…
    When that which ran tangential to your existence, now anchors it…
    When that which you were holding on to, refuses to hold on to you…
    When you begin to ride on that which riddles you…

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.