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Wickedness is not Necessary, Just Convenient

As humans, we are challenged everyday.
We live in a world where it’s easier to learn
Lessons of disrespect, domination and control
Than those of kindness, love and compassion.
Power today has little authority
And is vested with the obnoxious.

We’ve begun to believe
That humans are despicable
An inconvenient cost factor in a world
Where everything is evaluated
In terms of profit and loss
And as such, must be managed and controlled.

Our intelligence has narrowed
And so have our hearts.
We refuse to feel lest we be perceived
As being weak and fallible.
We merely function in the world today
We have forgotten the art of living.

The world is no longer free
Humanity has delusionally fragmented itself
And needs unsustainable wealth, power and control
To save the few at the cost of all.
We’re enslaved by our beliefs and conveniences
And by the false promises we’re sold.

We’re no longer a globe of wonder and myth
We’ve reshaped the world into infrastructure
That serves agendas of domination.
We’ve sold our dreams to this nightmare of reality
Where fictions have their basis in fact.
Numbers, I’m told, do not lie.

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Forgive, Because You Are Human

Forgiveness is love.
It is to give your kindness
To those who show you none.

Relationships are not equal
They are not always reciprocal.
But they are…they exist
And one is called upon by life
To honour existence.

One can’t bend what is
To one’s liking
To question existence
Is to be faced with what it is
As an answer.

Forgiveness is a tough lesson.
It is honouring, accepting and letting go–
All at once.
In forgiving, we don’t come closer
We move beyond.

We create space
We trust in the power of love
To heal, to help, to transform.

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Step Out. Leave the Story.

The memories
Of the desires I carried
Are still vivid in my mind.

But memory is a ghost
That can no longer
Engage the present.

It just lives on
Like the relic of an entity
That once was.

One can remember it
Perhaps even taste
Its bittersweetness.

But in order
To live and love today
I must be free of my yesterdays.

I must ask
Do I still want now
What I had longed for then?

And I must have the courage
To step out of a story
That narrates my life to me.

I must close the book
I must reclaim my authorship
And write what remains unwritten.

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Culture

I’ve often wondered about nakedness
Not just of the body
But also of the mind…
And how we’ve constructed
The meaning of virtue with so much nuance.

The human is a creature of meaning;
Of perception enhanced by learning.
We understand the extent of a day
By learning to ‘see’ the night.
Differences perceived make clear the definition.

The dressed body is intentional
It is a desire to be seen on one’s own terms
Not simply as a naked truth
But as a presence that is simultaneously
Human and divine; here and beyond.

We must dress up, not because we are vain
But because we are seeking who we are–
Not just naked bodies, but in our nakedness,
We are a vast cosmos of possibilities.
Through dress, we come to see newer versions of ourselves.

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To Sustain Life, Allow for Change

Time is the playground of life.
Do something daily, consistently
And it becomes a habit.
But a habit can, over time, become a prison.

Break the habit;
And you’ll create the new.
When you create the new
The old and the familiar starts slipping away.

The new must now be fixed.
To replace the old and the familiar
It must achieve a new rhythm
It must become ingrained as a habit.

But a habit can, over time, become a prison.
It can make you numb to experience
Keep playing then. Be the destroyer,
The sustainer and creator on the playground of time.

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What Do You Know?

Knowledge is a gain
That comes to those
Who sincerely seek it.

Books hold stories, theories
And philosophies.
On their own
They’re not knowledge.

Experiences too,
Are granted to all
But on their own
They don’t yield knowledge.

Knowledge is an invocation.
For knowledge to enlighten
There must first be
An awareness of darkness.
There must be acceptance
That one does not know.
There must be a question…
There must be wonder…

There must be the recognition
That Existence is the greatest teacher
But to Existence one must go.
She will not come to you
At a scheduled hour.

Have you ever wondered
What the trees know?
Or the wind?
Or waters that travel
Fearlessly across lands
To reach the vastness of the ocean?

What knowledge do they hold?
What knowledge holds them?
And do they ‘know’ about it?
Or is their knowledge of a different type?

Must knowledge be about mastery?
Does its value lie in its saleability?
What value does understanding have?
Must we know how to survive above all?
Or, must we know what it means to give
And how to sacrifice, and how to die
For the sake of something greater?

That is what is worthy of seeking
How the ordinary is so rich
With promise; seemingly simple
Yet so phenomenal.
So self-contained and yet so giving.
So weak, yet so strong.
Knowledge is important
So that you don’t waste your life becoming
That which you never were.

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When Will Wisdom Come?

When will wisdom come?
When you have lived a life
Of many detours…and many turns?
Or when unimpressed
With the map of the world
You reach for the stars?
Or when reality makes demands on you
But you leave to live your dream?

When will wisdom come?
When you walk the tried and tested path
Laid down by those who walked before?
Or when you seek recourse in religion
To be saved from a pervasive evil?
Or, as a pledge to the highest in humanity
You stay non-violent…
And hurt no one.

But is wisdom the child of intent?
Or the joy of escape?
Or the reward for resolve?
Or the unleashing of wild passions?
Or, is it a light that beams through you
When you have discovered
Along the way
How to be happy.

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Being Capable of Love

Child,
Not everyone you meet
Will do you good
Not everyone you meet
Will be sincere
Not everyone you meet
Will love you as perfection.
Your ideas of love
May not easily be fulfilled.

Love has many different faces
From the ugly to the sublime.
Love resists being contained
Within narrow definitions.
And yet it needs boundaries…
Otherwise, it remains doomed as hate.
Love must be understood
Through the instruments of love
Patience, attention, trust and faith.

Sometimes love is received.
At other times, often more challenging,
It needs to be given.

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Sorrow

Sorrow runs deep.
It lies at the bottom of our awareness…
Buried under the many layers
of dress and sparkle that we’ve deemed
imperative to shroud ourselves in…
Just so that we may never
Catch a glimpse of sorrow naked.

But to stand before it
And not run away from its nakedness
is to face a gnawing discomfort and
to question your self-awareness…
It is to finally ask the question:
How can I truly know happiness
If I refuse to learn from my sorrow?

When in sorrow’s grip,
we willingly surrender our ignorance…
that we had childishly dressed up as knowledge.
We know nothing. Our speculations
are not a path to the truth.
They are but a conjuring up
of an alternate reality.

Sorrow is the ultimate portal
To a higher dimension..
It is a call to grow deeper roots…
To stand as we are, where we are…
To be in conversation with God
To seek freedom from desire…
Even from the desire to escape sorrow.

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What is the Heart Afraid of?

Why is the heart afraid
Of darkness?
Why is the heart afraid
Of the unknown?
Why is the heart afraid
To take chances?

What does it stand to lose
By challenging existence?
Will it lose its gratitude?
Wisdom?
Restraint?
Will it lose a grip on life itself?

But what is life?
Is it the freedom to be?
The freedom to make-believe?
Is it suffering?
An entanglement?
Or an illusion?

How strange it is
That life cannot be known.
It’s a mystery.
It can only be lived.
It can only be experienced.
Sometimes in the light; sometimes in darkness.

Sometimes in action;
Sometimes in passivity.
Sometimes in isolation;
Sometimes in longing.
Sometimes desiring an end;
Sometimes an eternal continuity.

The heart is afraid
Because it must after all,
Venture into life alone and bravely.
Without the cleverness of thought.
It must come to see that it doesn’t need architecture;
That it exists in the realm of surrender and possibility.