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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.

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Humility

Appearances are not the Truth
And the Truth is evident, not apparent.

Know the difference.

Courage may not always look grand
It often keeps its distance from the grandiosity of gesture.

Let it remain invisible.

Your real achievements often go unnoticed.
Awards are intended to legitimise the awarder.

Their place is on a shelf; yours, in life.

You’re educated to acquire special skills
Yet all real work happens through surrender and prayer.

Give up all ideas of yourself.

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Pornography

Pornography isn’t confined
To the sexual.
In fact, it has become more pervasive
Than we care to admit.
It’s apparent in the way
We intercourse with life in general.

In man’s world
Everything must be
On a perpetual high-
Growth, profit, success
Romance, attention, appearance-
All must be managed, promised and pursued.

Effect is packaged as impact.
Titillation is now a form of power.
Popularity is an achievement.
Self-gratification is the road to happiness
Seduction is success
And attention is capital.

Pornography in essence
Is a redrawing
Of gaze and glimpse.
It’s a perversion
Of desire and touch.
And a degradation and decimation
Of what makes us human.

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The Creative Process

In passing time
Observe an occurrence:
A curve…a refraction…
A twist…an aberration…
A connection…a concealment…

Stretch its dimensions
Towards the observer.
Perceive it in pure light
Without an ambience of knowledge.

Learn about it
By learning from it.

Trust it to take you
Where it must now live…
In the form of a new thing;
In the marketplace;
As an idea;
As a suggestion;
As a question;
As a voice

Or, as pure courage.

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Pause

Pause…
Because a pause creates beauty
And this creation of beauty
Is not designed action
It is a reflection in stillness.

What a paradox it is
That in order
To apprehend life’s complexity
The simplest act of cessation is sufficient
Just as much as it is necessary.

A pause
Is a way to pay respect
To the doer, the doing and the done
It’s a constraint you put
On the excessive and the unnecessary.

A pause
Is a form of acknowledgement
That conveyance
Is an action of many forces
And that intention is one such force.

A pause is power
The ultimate form of self-control
A recognition of
What fails in success
And what succeeds in failure.

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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.