Poetry

How marvellous is poetry
Where words with
Definitive meanings
Begin to explore a world
Beyond them.

Words can rise in wonder
They can descend in love.
They can enter abandoned heart spaces
And breathe life
Into feelings that were left to die.

Words can be more
Than just units of meaning…
They are also the pigments
That give color and visibility
To an existence beyond the one you’re living.

Poetry is an educator
Whose lessons get richer
With the accumulation
Of experience and memory.
They become your constitution.

Over time
Poetry that you lived with
Becomes a fragrance
That emanates from you.
Words are no longer needed.

Inspiration

The moment is bare.
My questions stand as a reflection.
My answers are unsure of themselves
And refract in search of other possibilities…
Past impressions collide with present gatherings…
The pen awaits its first recollection.
I am deeply conscious of my own emptiness
Or readiness…?
I’m waiting
For an arrival…
My ability to wait
Is my only claim
To an inherent creativity.

Money

Money as a means
Is a blessing;
As an end in itself
It’s a curse.
As a means it provides
As an end it appropriates
As a means it exchanges value
As an end it robs value.

Money is an energy
That supports the business of living.
But it’s not the objective of life.
Ask yourself:
What’s the price you paid
To earn your money?
Can it redeem for you
All that you lost in its pursuit?

Can it sustain its worth
Or does it lose it over time?
Are you making money for money’s sake
By passing off a lesser value in exchange?
Have you normalised
An economic mindset
That sees nothing wrong
In profiting out of thievery?

What if we resolved
To spend more thoughtfully
Seeking value rather than a steal?
What if money could
Be made more true?
Not as wealth in itself
But as a supporter and promoter
Of the wealth already in you.

Life is to be Made

Play an active role
In your own life:

Make tough choices.
Create joy.
Give love.
Provide space.
Bring intelligence.
Leverage opportunities.
Earn respect.
Work for a cause.
Acquire experiences.
Develop capability.
Dream and then recreate the dream.
Inspire and influence.
Leave. Know when you’re not needed.
Accept your fate with faith.
Rest. Redeem yourself.

Understanding Design

So much activity, very little action.
So much knowledge, very little understanding.
So many words, very little meaning.
So many functions, very little purpose.
So many pleasures, but very little satisfaction.

Man can only provide
Imagination and variety,
Alternatives, substitutes and evocations
For what evades him in essence.

You Are Light

Light cannot be contained
It can only fill up a space
Recognize that you are
The Light;
Not the reflection
Know that
Your sense of ‘I’
Is only relative to your perception
Of the ‘other’
Both are objects
Illumined by the
Light of your consciousness.

Do not hold on to sorrow
Let go of expectations
Know that your needs
Are being met
Stop depriving yourself
Through want
Don’t occupy a position
In order to serve your shadow.
Leave. Bring your light
To other spaces
Travel further knowing that
Your destination is a brighter light
Not darkness.

Stretch That Smile

I look at myself

A product of

Circumstances x Ideas…

 

I begin to make a mental note

Of all those

I feel distanced from.

 

A Ted Talk this morning

Presented a strong case for

Asking the right questions.

 

And so I ask not

Why I moved away…

I ask: What other horizons beckoned me?

 

Our reasons for

Nearness or farness, as it were

May not exist within our relationships…

 

New ideas brought me

To new circumstances

…And to new relationships.

 

 

Don’t accuse me

Of carelessness

Or of falling out

 

I was always listening to you

As you spoke

But were you listening to me?

 

Couldn’t you tell

I was thinking

Of new things?

 

Couldn’t you see

My circumstances

Were changing?

 

Why make a relationship

A constraint for being

Or for becoming?

 

Now that we’ve grown apart

Can you recalibrate

Your expectations?

 

A Grain of Truth

Why must it be

That every lie

Be shadowed by doubt

Because it contains within it

A grain of truth?

 

Are all of us

Speakers of a truth

That is only partial;

That in the expanse of life

Is but a grain?

 

Ask yourself

Is your truth unaccountable?

Is it inexpressible?

Does it need to create a lie

To be true in the first place?

 

And then,

Can such a truth, be true?

Can we find at all

A lie that is entirely true and

A truth that is not a partial lie?

Come To Know Me Again

Can you at least try

To see me differently?

Can you go past

Your knowledge and your assumptions?

What you know

Has outlived its time

Your growing disdain and disagreement

Is an indication of

How out of sync you are

With the now.

 

Leave behind what you know

And become a stranger to me once again.

Let life unfold afresh

Leave behind memories

Of blossoms that were…

Time has changed me

I stand renewed and reborn

A new bloom in a new season.

Allow me to reintroduce myself

Come to know me again.

When You Leave

When you leave…

Leave behind that part

Of yourself for me,

That was larger than

What photographs have captured;

Of greater dimensions than your physique-

Leave me with your immensities…

 

When you leave…

Allow me to move on

With the stories

Of your human-ness

So that I may

In my loss and vulnerability

Stand re-acquainted with my own…

 

When you leave…

Leave the door open

So that I can find you

In a space free of walls

And manufactured distances

Meet with me there…

Let’s get to know each other again.