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Fashioning

In the interstices
Of our daily activities
Exists silence.

A just-is-ness
A pause. An emptiness
That is not an end or a limitation
But a dissolution
Of senseless activity…

A soft, but firm reminder
That freedom, potentiality and truth
Lie within the weave
Of thought and action
But are not bound by them.

Fashioning (ourselves)
Is a spiritual action
That understands
The value and potential
Of the states of nothing-ness,
Just-is-ness, being-ness…
And the role they play
In our becoming.

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The System of Production

The system of production
Has become the system
Of work
Of family life
Of education.

We come together to produce…
Produce what?
That which is marketable
Why do we produce it?
Because our worth depends on it.

What if the demand
For what you produce falls?
You are problematised
Counselled, guided, re-arranged
In the system…

So that you may
Learn. Align.
And become
What the system
Wants you to be.

Your passion
Must generate a buzz
Your leadership
Must be led by the system.
Perception is what the system manufactures.

In a controlled world
Where our system-induced lifelessness
Loses the ability to absorb life
We consume experiences.
We confuse excitement for passion.

The system of production
Is designed to give you
What you want.
It cannot profit or sustain itself
By giving you what you need.

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Midlife

What happens
When the heart breaks
Repeatedly?
How does one continue to feel?
When feeling is risky…
So painful…

Pain is an indication
Of unresolved grief
When there has been no
Acknowledgement of hurt caused
No apology. No gesture. No words…
That rushed in to soothe the pain

Pretence, resolution…
Explaining the other’s motives
In a sort of quasi goodness–
Are the defences used
To shield oneself
From the pain.

In inhibiting the pain
One also inhibits feeling
A collateral damage…
Life now is understood as a function.
That must be carried out.
Its difficulties endured.

Feelings get used strategically
At anniversaries, birthday parties, on Instagram.
But emotions are kept at bay.
Keep the heart functioning optimally.
Work on its efficiency.
Keep the pace on the treadmill.

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When Rain Falls

Rain falls to the earth
Soils settle…some shift
Changes are occurring.

Rain falls to the earth
Soils settle…some shift
I need a strong foothold.

Rain falls to the earth
Soils settle…some shift
I must now sense my path

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Mistakes are Milestones

What mistakes am I making?
What mistakes have I made?

Is regret even a reasonable emotion?
…When you know that you’re on a journey

If you didn’t take a path
That you could have
Does it matter?

Destinations are just stops
…Milestones that you arrive to
And then move on.

They’re not permanent
…You’re not permanent

Concern is just a desire for permanency.

Let go of the need
To predetermine outcomes
Make better judgments
After you have made the bad ones.

Live life
The way it’s intended to be lived.

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About Endings

The pain of an ending
Is never so much
As when you know it.

And yet the sobs are silent
Muffled as they are
By the gags of normalcy.

Decency ensures
That the lines on your face
Are drawn into a smile…

That pretends to keep you social
While ensuring
That your façade reveals nothing.

You are close, yet far
In continuation
But discontinued.

Remembered
But not needed
Loved, but relegated.

‘Forever’ is no one’s destiny
It can only be our prayer
…Our hope.

And hope- we forget
-Can only convey us…
It makes no promises.

Separate we must.
All beginnings must end
All journeys must traverse a destiny.

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What Matters

When the minute
Inspires the hour;
And the hour
Builds the day;
And the days
Deliver the week;
And the weeks
Accomplish the month;
And the months
Grow the years;
And the years
Create a lifetime…

You realize-
It’s the little things
That matter.

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Work

Your work is an expression
Of your vitality, your sensitivity
And your intelligence.
These are all invested
And then enriched through work.

To see work as enslavement
Is debasing and depressing.
If you see yourself as exploited
You will resist work
It will become distasteful.

If it incites greed and ambition
It becomes corrupted.
You lose perspective
And begin to believe that work is a means
To acquiring place and privilege.

Work is incomplete
If it doesn’t involve inner work-
An understanding of our limitations,
Courageously facing our fears
And conversing with our insecurities.

Work in essence,
Is a means of self-discovery.
Your work itself lays the path
That you must walk on
To experience true fulfilment.

And in and through the journey
Leave behind the illusions
Of need and inadequacy…
And also,
Of eminence and accomplishment.

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What Did You Do When You Got Upset?

What did you do
When you got upset?
Did you cuss and swear
Complain and fret?

Did those thieves of thought
Your prejudices stack up?
Did you think in frustration
“I should give up!”

Did you take what was
Merely an event in time
And for all eternity-
Did you fix it as a paradigm?

Did you feel attacked
And now with broken cadence
Did you give up on hope
And befriend indifference?

Did you conclude that
For now, it’s best to disconnect
That it’s that someone’s fault
That you are upset.

Or did you learn from it
Something new about you?
Your disappointment made it clear
What you value.

And then did you let
That value steer you ahead?
Or did the event stay on
As a bitter memory in your head?

Awareness doesn’t always
Come to the hour
You arrive to it
When you see things as they are.

So, when you get upset
Don’t remain angry and curt
Gather the feeling
And see where you hurt.

Don’t lose the opportunity
To grow in wisdom
Be grateful for being chiseled
To a form free of your egoism.