I have a lot of questions to which I want answers. I also know that when I get an answer, I will accept it only when it rings true for me. My experience is what makes it true for me. Which basically means, my answers have to come from me. I may find these same answers in those who have walked before me. I still have to walk that path and see the truth for myself. Along this path, I stop to share what I see with you!
Reality Ordinary happenings of everyday Hide amazing truths Which make me stop and wonder Is this what is called a satori? All of a sudden this came to me - "All that is Real comes for free, For all else we pay a hefty fee!!" The sun, the moon, the stars in the sky The mountains, the rivers, the waterfalls The ocean and the beach, the palm trees Each one of these comes for free! Yet we sometimes choose to pay A very heavy price And opt for all that is a mere mirage An optical illusion of Another dimension! A fire of a very different type blazes With arguments, insults and abuses Cold wars do not soothe these burns Nor the cheer of lip-service Heaps of unspoken thoughts aid Flow of unnecessary feelings Which form a flood of uncalled-for actions The sea of tears which follows Dries up opportunity for growth of that relation! How much longer will it take To recognise and understand Then to imbibe and realise? Every moment is but a passing phase It is only the real that stays It is only the truth that prevails!!
UnKnowing They say they know it like the palm of their hand It makes me wonder "Do they really!" Would I recognise my palm print Was it shown to me? Other than the dark lines Three, or four maybe What is it I see? What of the numerous little ones That run up, down and across? Thin, fine ones only show up when you fold or hold under a very bright light! How much longer are we Going to skim the surface Read the bookjackets Take cursory glances Lead superficial existences? When will we stop laying Claim to knowledge When all we know are a few phrases? Like the blind leading the blind We let ourselves be lead by our ego! Will we look deeper Closer, sharper, longer At the little things Under our very noses? Will we accept our arrogance, Acknowledge our ignorance? Four little words will magically open this Alibaba's door Just four little words Will reveal a treasure trove "I do not know!"
Colored Glasses Why me? The mind screams When times are hard Why not me? The mind gloats When times are good! Good and hard get decided By a glass I wear, unseen That colors my sight Sometimes black, sometimes green Often pink, rarely yellow Once in a bluemoon, white! Appendage invisible it distorts and discolors Instrument unreliable It calibrates as it pleases! What appears to be a flower It suddenly turns to fire What it shows as nectar sweet is poison from the tongue of a beast! It hurts and causes pain to all concerned And, yet, builds a dependency That is hard to understand! Just when I think I am rid ot it I find it back on again Now in a different color or on a different plane! It is becoming easier, though, To at least know it is on To apply the necessary correction So I don't get it wrong! All I do now is tell myself No matter what happens One simple statement applies To all situations It prepares me to see what is, is as it was meant to be One phrase does the tricky tackle, When accompanied with a little tickle "Why not me!"
Questions Thrown into the fire of unforeseen accusations Frozen by the ice in unthinkable interpretations The mind shudders in pain And longs for a Change in situation! Thoughts that never occurred are given confirmation Words meant for solace are met with sarcasm Actions proven to support are seen as intrusions One begins to question The other's very existence! It is not difficult to see That the first termite Has attacked the foundation One by one, others will come bringing death and devastation To the joy and fun that once existed in that temple for creation All those dreams would remain an unrealised destination! Is it too late to set things right? Is it too late to make it bright? When will things take a turn for the better of all concerned? Where will the first change Happen that will make the difference? Who will bring along the light That will burn with all its might? The time is now The place is here The person is I !
Potential An iron filing Lies among other pieces Rusting as is but natural All of a sudden It feels a strong pull And wonders then begin! One little magnet had found its way to where this filing was! Both magnet and filing find themselves Unable to move apart So strong is the attraction! Days pass by the filing finds it is a filing no more It has become a magnet All on its very own Just by being in the presence in total surrender It has acquired the nature It had never known! Are we iron filings Attracted to magnets Of varying magnitude? Staying in total surrender do we realise that we truly, really are Not mere iron filings but little magnets all! Together we grow in this truth Together we bask in this glory As each little self becomes one with that Universal One!
Devastation Every cell screams each hair stands on end Every pore cries each part shrieks in pain The eyes cannot see for they are blinded by tears The ears shut out the sound of words they hear Words stop abruptly caught in the throat Feelings well up and die even as they unfold Breath finds no place to move, inside or out!! Blood stops flowing even as the heart stops its beating. The temple is reduced to stones and the being seen as flesh and bones! When four-letter love reduces to three and turns into sex When it could easily be God! When the four-letter life Increases by one to become death when all along it was and will always be the journey of a SOUL!
Dreams I dream of the day When I would be seen as a person! Not having to check Male or female Not having to declare Religion and nationality Just being treated as a Being in this Universe! I dream of the day When all teachers Would tolerate one another Just as they expect us to tolerate Our neighbour See another as God Irrespective of whether He be from that school or any other! I dream of the day When I can open a book And not see a comparison When I can listen to a talk And not hear a crticism When I can filter the truth And not feel a condemnation! I dream such dreams Knowing the more I dream The more the chances Of their coming true The greater our chances of moving towards the truth The truth that we are ONE No matter what we think, say or do! If God does not differentiate What right have I? The Sun does not shine any less On a condemned one Or any more on another Chosen! The tree gives her shade to all Who choose to stand at her feet Who am I to differentiate Between me and my neighbour Between one teacher and another? The strength is in the teaching And not in the teacher The teaching, itself, is in God!