The Truth is in the Paradox

Are you conflicted between
Absolute moral correctness
And the relativity by which you are
Bound when fulfilling your role?

Or

Between a love that has
Stood the test of time and
An attraction that is tidal and torrential
And hard to explain?

Or

Any such fracturing in your being
For what you had thought was unassailable
As the true, the good and the absolute?

Truth stands before us in plain sight
But we’re not able
To accept it.

And so we frame theories
And philosophies and credos
To guide us through the darkness.

But the human being is not a machine
It rarely learns what you
Set out to teach it.

Also, the discovery of truth
Is not contingent on
Making the right choices.

It’s not the reward
For a life piously lived.
Truth is the ultimate reality.

The truth is a light
That dawns on you
When you let go of darkness.

There’s nothing to choose.
Where you stand
Is a choice already made.

Forge ahead fearlessly
Fulfil what has been started
Don’t seek to escape the conflict.

The truth does not lie
On the side of the winner
Victory and defeat cancel each other.

The truth is in the paradox.

Get Real

The fancier the garb on the body
The less refined is the weave of the mind.

The plusher the house
The more vacant the home.

The wider your social circle
The greater is your need for a friend.

The more jet-setting your lifestyle
The less in touch you are with life.

The more degrees you acquire
The more fundamentally ignorant you become.

Life cannot be lived
Through the medium of consumption.

The void you experience
Must be entered, not filled.

In the void, you must instate your faith
In this void you must meet with wisdom.

In this void you will come to see
That refusal is the final word on elegance.

Let the Haze Clear

If there is no time
Then there is also no distance
Why then, does what is so close,
Seem so far… like it waits
Somewhere in the future?

Do we arrive to our
Desired state…
To a change for the better…
By our doing?
Or by our seeing?

Am I already there
Where I wish to be?
What I need then is not
Some grand plan of action
What I need is for the haze to clear.

From the Imagined to the Unknown

Every life-shattering event
Liberates you from the unreal;
From your world of thoughts
And ideas and opinions;
From your pointless plans;
From your trivial pastimes
And your petty anxieties.

We must be grateful
For destruction, for loss.
For they are an opportunity
To access a higher truth
And a greater life…
To leave behind the imagined
So that we can abide in the unknown.

To Gain Knowledge

To gain knowledge
One must seek it
Beyond the known.

To gain knowledge
One must learn to wait
Rather than rush to arrive.

To gain knowledge
One must learn how to be
Free of the striving to become.

To gain knowledge
One must be willing
To let go of their assumptions.

To gain knowledge
One must be prepared to get rid of
That which thinks it knows.

To gain knowledge
One must create the space
For the new…for transformation.

To gain knowledge
One must learn to remain silent
When feeling compelled to speak.

When Will I Arrive So That I Can Return

I wish that I could arrive
To that place where I no longer
Feel the need to do anything for anyone…
From where the world is perfect…
Where each moment, each event, each person
Is perfect…exactly as they are
Where it’s clear that nothing needs to change.

Unfortunately, for now, the world’s sorrows
Weigh upon me. Who can tell
Who affects whom? We like to think
We must be the heroes of this world
That we find ourselves in;
That solutions are needed because problems exist
And that we are doomed to live partially fulfilled lives.

But is there a fault in my seeing?
The world has infinite roads and many mountains
To seek, one must set foot outside and climb
The world, we assume, expects our help
It must be saved with heroism, intelligence, sacrifice.
For the sake of it and our own salvation
We feel that we must do something.

But having reached the pinnacle of strife
One comes to see
Why it’s important not just to set foot
on a journey but also to return…
Because when you stand atop the pinnacle
Everything is clear; it is perfect as is…
Nothing needs to change.

Do I Feel Your Grief?

I talked with you
I was collected and calm
While you were visibly shattered.
You could barely talk through
Your quivering lips and shaky voice
Your words had lost their stability
Your tears had wiped off
The ground beneath their feet.

I wondered after you had left
Why had your tears not flooded my heart;
And poured out through my eyes?
Has my heart toughened over the years?
Have I lost my ability to feel?
Does another’s grief no longer touch me?
Or, is it just intelligent design that each
Should only shoulder their share of grief?

Perhaps your grief does enter me…
However, it wears a different face.
Your tears live in me as a perpetual restlessness.
Your shaking voice lives in me
As unresolved anger…
Your words become a filter in my mind
Like a cloud of worry that follows me
No matter what the season.

Oh yes… I see it now
I do feel your grief…
In fact, I wear it on me…invisibly
Even as I dress and undress…
I know I too will get my chance to heal
And be relieved of this shroud of normalcy I wear
The catalyst of a personal loss
Will free me to feel all that you feel.

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.

Never Enough

Do you ever wonder…
In creating conveniences and
Products and services and
Industries and technologies to cater
To all our imaginable needs and wants,
Have we simultaneously created a culture of inadequacy
And an eternally doomed-to-fall-short-of-success work life
Along with a looming feeling of failing in your personal life
Always under pressure for never being ‘enough’?

Our consumption is not natural
Because our needs and wants
Are manufactured before they are catered to
Our consumption supports our collective human need
To create and build things that compete to surpass and exceed
Prior creations that we now deem ‘not good enough.’
We stand informed by our culture that our creativity is
rooted in dissatisfaction; in believing that we need to be better
That we somehow are ‘never enough’.