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Could I Be Wrong?

To wonder is to rise above
The confines of your existence.

Ask yourself:
If your opinions and views
Have remained unchallenged.
If you have resisted the changing seasons
Ushered in by time.
If your knowledge has over time
Become imprisoned by your arrogance or fear

Or conversely,
If the ideas that now energize you
Are a mere flirtation with the new.
And the jargon of the day
Has become your buzz
Or if change is admired not for what it brings
But for its own sake.

The right and the wrong
Are not attributes of who we are
Or of the things and ideas
That make up our world
Right and wrong rest in the relationships we have
With the unrealities of the world
Right is the surrender to dharma in the midst of adharma.

To be right is to be in love
Being expanded beyond narrow self-concern.
To be right is to be in wonder
Free and open to review and to relearn.
To be right is to be in surrender
To that unconditioned consciousness
That can be trusted as your only true counsel.

To be in dharma is to ask ever so often,
“Could I be wrong about this?”

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If You Are to be a Creator

If you are to be a creator
Then you must be a lover
And have it within you
To give attention…
For it is our attention
That first renders
The seen, the heard, the spoken
And the felt as
Worthy and beautiful.

You must be yielding
To chance and adventure
For discovery and unplanned events
Are the encounters
That shape, mould and scar
And emerge as the forms
Of our memory in transition.
Strange and wild and new
They will stand before us in question.

They will want to know their purpose
They seek a place to be…to exist
They will demand your time
And your commitment.
It will be up to you
To provide them with meaning
A reason to be…
They must now live alongside…
They now share your destiny.

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Questions That Have No Answers

In truth, not every question
Can be readily answered.
There are things that lie
Beyond the frontiers of our knowing.
We appear to hold the reins
Of our lives
But the paths we take
Seem to be laid for us.
We come to each moment
Carrying the impressions and scars
Of many lifetimes.
Our wants, our hurt and our pain
Become our answers; our reason.

But were you to arrive
To this moment
With a new question
(Not rooted in your pain)
It would be met
With a disconcerting silence.
The reins of your life
Would still be held by you
The path too would still
Be laid out for you
But now the question
Would free you from the doing.
For the doing
Would no longer be the answer.

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All Gets Done

Flowers bloom
They express so much joy!
But do they do so
Out of their own doing?

They just are…
Receptive… responsive… changeable…
Expressive of that
Which enlivens them.

One need not do to be
Doing is only needed
To sustain the existence
Of that which is not.

One must never fail to be…
Receptive…responsive…changeable…
For in simply being
All gets done.

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Consciously Die

Leave behind and let go of past events.
Leave behind your memories of shame or defeat.
Leave behind all the bitterness.
Leave behind the pain of disrespect.
Leave behind others’ opinions.
Leave behind your failures.
Also leave behind your successes.
Leave behind your conditioning.
Leave behind all that is over.

Lighten the load. Drop the sack.
Look ahead. Stop turning back.
Be grateful for yet another chance
To start over…to be renewed.
Consciously die to the old.
In order to rediscover your gold.
Recreate your life. Pick yourself up.
There’s a reason why you’re still here.
Leave behind what’s gone. Start with what’s near.

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Co-existence

Is evil
The absence of good?
Is good
The absence of evil?

When darkness falls
And the light disappears
Must we think of light as a lie;
As a feel-good fairytale?

Must we say it is afraid or weak?
For it allows darkness to conquer it
It’s destined to disappear– and so,
Does its impermanence make it a questionable principle?

Without darkness
We would not know light.
Without light
We would have no hope.

Just like light and darkness
Define each other,
So do good and evil
Clarify each other.

Co-existence is the eternal principle.
We are to the extent we are not.
Non-being is the shadow of being
By which we know that we bear the cross of our existence.

Your shadow tells you that you exist;
Your shadow is not another;
You cannot fight it or destroy it
Without destroying yourself.

We cannot destroy evil
Without destroying the good.
Goodness is right there
Where evil lives.

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Simplicity

If there was to be
A hierarchy of values
Simplicity would be
The highest of all.

For in simple thoughts
And through simple actions
One can be thoughtful,
Economical and intentional
In their smallest gestures.

Simplicity takes immense courage.
It makes one resolute.
For to fall into temptation is easy
And then to pretend that these temptations
Are necessary– is a limitation
Of consciousness.

Simplicity opens up ways
It becomes an instrument of providence.
It surmounts problems easily
And allows you to exist
In a vast expanse of possibilities.
Nothing is a threat.
Nothing can destabilize you
For you stand on the most stable of grounds.

Love flows out of you naturally
For the barriers to love
Have not been created.
You simply had no need
For them in your life.

You’re able to accept life
On its terms and yet
Not be changed by it.

You’re able to surrender
And yet not give up trying.

You’re able to live in the midst of differences
With appreciation and not indifference.

You belong to no one
Because you belong to all.
And this need not be uttered…
For to utter something
Is to make it a lie.
It is to doom it to sure death.
It is to make a profound truth
An edifice… to push it out of your heart
And expose it to the delusions of your mind.

Simplicity, in essence, is silence.
It is to be
Without being concerned
About how to be.

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From Passion to Dispassion

Why do our passions trap us?
Why do they never live up
To their promise of liberation?

We see passion as the force
And the path for the work we do
And yet such work is inevitably dead-ended.

The real work we need to do
Is to forge a path to understanding.
For it is understanding that liberates us.

Our passions are the vehicle on which
We ride through the labyrinth of life.
We mistake them for our way.

We traverse through dense darkness
Every day, to arrive at a fresh dawn.
Time is memory; time is also promise.

But not everything we’ve learned
Is remembered. Much is forgotten
And along the way a lot is lost.

The day stands like a weight
That must be carried;
Its annoyances– endured.

Soon the promise of an ending
Becomes more comforting
Than the promise of a beginning.

Your intelligence suggests to you
That time must be more than just
The duration between excitement and dismay.

That its office cannot just be
To mark event and non-event.
Time is life.

It’s what silently watches
As you live your ideas
And then get disillusioned by them.

Ideas that once gripped you
Over time, lose their grip.
You’ve outlived your passion.

You now stand facing an abyss
What must you do?
Must you hold on to that which once held you?

Or should you let it go?
What do you stand to lose?
What will you be without your reason to be?

Do not choose definition and identity
When growth into a higher dimension beckons.
Allow your passion to dissolve into dispassion.

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Youth

I remember the times when I was young
I could barely wait to grow and explore…
Life held so much promise…
I wanted to know love
I wanted to be versed in the language of beauty
I had ambitions…
And I knew in my heart
That learning the many dimensions of life
Would be one great adventure…

How true was the intuition of my heart…
And yet how unprepared it was
For all that was to unfold…
The heartbreaks, the disappointments, the challenges…
The ups—invariably cut down to size by the downs…
The black and the white that eventually
Always turned into grey.
Nothing, in life, it seemed
Would come easy…
Yet paradoxically,
The difficulties were rarely external.

As one grew, one realized
That dreams abide in our imagination
And living in the lap of time
Involves delays, limitations,
Constraints and conflicts…
The favourable is only an event away
From turning unfavourable…
Romance within the morass of existence too,
Looks different. It rarely is
Picture perfect.

Youth did grow and explore…
In and through its entanglements
With life it discovered–
Patience and determination
Acceptance and love
Resilience and faith.
It attuned itself to life’s rhythms–
Letting go and cherishing
Leaving behind and moving forward
Losing and gaining.

There’s no better teacher for youth
Than life itself.
While youth is blessed with potential
It is only through the spiritual powers
Of courage, compassion, faith and love
That such potential comes to live.
Youth is eternal
After every actualization of potential
One stands once again facing
The promise of new frontiers
The promise of something yet undiscovered.