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.

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!

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.

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.

The Curse of our Creativity

We were living in a virtual reality
Long before we conceptualized it
As technology; and began to create
‘New uses’ for what was essentially
A flaw; and a limited self-awareness.

It takes us a lifetime (or many)
To seek and apprehend the truth.
It can also take a lifetime
(Or the equivalent of many)
To consume insatiably; just to fill in
The void of our ‘not knowing’.

We stand at the fork
Of two paths today:
One- the way of promises, things and feel-good distractions
On that path, we reconstruct our reality
And in doing so, make perceptible the contrast
Between the real and the created.
We applaud ourselves on this accomplishment.

The other path is devoid of a void.
It is what it is; you are what you are
It feels no need to respond and reciprocate
It makes no promises.

Postmodernism is a mirror
That will show you whatever you anticipate seeing.
It will sing for you the songs you wish to hear
It will set the stage and the actors
For the angst you believe you ought to be feeling
And create for you the struggles
You romanticize yourself battling with.

Our need today, is a freedom
From our own wants
Our need today, is a freedom from the cycle
Of creating solutions for self-created problems.
Our need today, is a freedom
From our own creativity.

What We Are

Why are we so enamoured
By the big, the great, the moneyed,
The glamorous and the extraordinary?

And why does the small
Get dismissed, abused, or exploited?
Or be seen as something to
Be brought under our command?
Why is it subject to our derision?

Why have our thoughts been schooled
To seek out advantage, grow big and
Become great or dominating?

Why has modern man failed to assess
How he truly measures against existence?
Instead, by way of brute force
Or coercion, or war, or by way of competition
He makes every effort to overextend himself.
He toils hard to become the greatness
That he’s been educated to admire.

Are our problems rooted in this inability
To know who we are
And in compensating that fundamental ignorance
By becoming who we imagine we should be?

All that we have tried to control and domineer
All the small things that we thought
That on their own didn’t matter-
Are now through their disappearance
Threatening our own existence.

The solution isn’t to come up
With some great invention
Or some even smarter technology
The solution lies in recognising
That we exist in and because of our relationships.
Relationships sustain life.

Life cannot be controlled
It certainly cannot be grasped
Through a course of study.
And it cannot be lived well
Merely by winning advantages over others;
Or by accumulating badges and privileges.

Happiness is not the reward of a pursuit
To be happy is to be well-ordered in mind
It is to be rooted in reality
It is to know that one already has
What one imagines one needs to find.

It is to look at life with softness
It is to contact the world
not to acquire but to give.
Each is by design-
Capable and sufficient.

Before we set out to become
More than what we presently are
We must seek to understand
What we are
As we are.

The Marriage of Thought and Action

Thought, it thinks that it knows
And that it is clever…
And creative and intelligent…
And two steps ahead of action
And can easily hoodwink it.

And so, it has become ordinary
To say one thing
And do quite the opposite.
Our thoughts and actions
Have come to live separate lives.

Our thoughts are no longer
Loving or respectful…
Because they no longer feel the need
To descend to action
And foster a real relationship with life.

While thought is energy that inspires action
It can only do so when it has the heart
To be subsumed by the action of surrender;
Its claim to authority being true
On the condition it is willing to surrender it.

After all, one can’t think one’s way
Out of the morass of existence
It must be walked through
Its difficulties must be experienced
At all dimensions of our being.

If not committed to taking a form through action
Thought quickly becomes a shroud
Covering all that has died within us
Our truth, Our Morality, Our agency
Our awareness of who we truly are.