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2015
03/12

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A Leaf

Walking in to work this morning, I saw
Floating across the path – green, tiny, raw
Just born, joyful, separated, yet part of the bough
Sprinkling cheer, even if its life was over – ha!
Nary a care, no tear, not even a flaw
It seemed to say – No fear – my sighting, your awe
Is enough to keep me alive in memory yours – for you saw
My joyful ride on this feathery wind – my gleeful draw
Your bliss, sourced from my jaunt, is of my life the law
And now I can sleep, in peace, at rest, no more flaw!

-Mani

2015
03/10

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Journey

Stepping away for a while seemed so fun and easy
Till I had to start the journey and walk the walk
Nothing had prepared for this separation – so crazy
Not being in my comfort zone – the new world a shock.

Each step that separates is getting slower – am I lazy?
Or is it innate fear of the unknown – knock, knock?
This was what I was intended to do, right? Or was I dreamy?
Reality is so different – as cloud from the hard rock.

I see now that growing up I did not do right – I remained dreamy
For had I prepared I would have stiffened my spine and stock
Life is not a drink from the fountain of pleasure so fizzy
It is to be hewn from with sweat from experience, the rock.

To be the pioneer needs to be the one always ready – not hazy
To be able to come back means to step away with purpose – not mock
To achieve requires to have purpose – not a job for the pansy
To sally forth means to have a lifetime of preparedness – not ad hoc.

So now I stop and start to learn, making up for lost folly
Using wisdom to overcome what might have been easy with youth’s stock
This time I will be better prepared as forward I sally,
For life waits for no one, I have time limited to make my mark!

2009
01/01

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Kabir
Philosophy
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Happy New Year – and Kabir day 18

 

Today’s thought – at the dawn of the new year:

A new year is upon us, a new vista awaits
A full year of unknown promise beyond the gates
More relations to cement, more new mates
A day at a time to fill so many more plates…

As we step out, apart, yet joined in purpose,
(For who wants for all and self but better and happier)
A wish for a new year so full and so peerless,
We will join next year in wonder matchless!
Mani

And now Kabir day 18 (18 is a special number in my mind, so I held off on sending yesterday to reserve the day for the 1st day of the new year)

The couplet transliterated:
Dekho karm Kabir ka, kachoo purab janam ka lekh |
Jaka mahal na muni lahai, so dosat kiya alekh ||

Translation:
Scan the deeds of the present life, and deeds of the one past |
One will perceive what saints could not, by befriending the unknown ||

My understanding:

This is the perfect couplet (in my mind) to start the new year with. Kabir, the illiterate** and yet most enlightened soul, here describes the way to put our best foot forward in life. Kabir is taking us by hand and asking us to inspect the unknown and the un-comprehended in life to better understand our purpose in life and define our way forward.

Our past deeds are our experience in this life, and reading into what Kabir says, our instincts (our natural reactions before any experience has had the opportunity to define/moderate/change them) are defined by our past existence or previous life. No matter what our belief in reincarnation and lives past, Kabir’s advice makes complete sense – our days past till now are our best teaching for the best step forward. Spending some time in introspection of the past will enlighten us on what will be the best way to make the next day, the next year and the rest of our life our best experience yet.

Looked at in this light, the unknown Kabir refers to in the couplet is the Lord, God, the Supreme Being. Man’s comprehension is too small to fully comprehend the full glory of the Lord Supreme, and hence, God remains The Great Unknown. However, God resides inside all of us, and hence a proper introspection will explain to us what we have been searching for outside of us all along. This, then, is when we understand what even the greatest saints could not explain to us in all the collected books of wisdom.

Here then, Kabir is telling us that we hold within us all our solutions we need, and all the advice we require, if only we look within.

** Kabir, a weaver by profession, was known to be unable to read or write, and hence, by modern definition, illiterate. Yet this journey of 45 days is showing each day the enlightened soul within that weaver. Which brings to the fore a question – how do we define literacy? Are statistical definitions enough? What is true knowledge? How does one explain something as complex as life in simple staid words? Do respond with your thoughts!

Thank you, and Happy New 2009 to all!

2008
12/24

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poetry

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Understanding the world – bit by bit!

 

The year is gone, another cycle of seasons done

Snow on the ground, and another lot of bills undone

Do we look forward to the coming year, another glorious unknown,

Or cower – driven by thoughts of more work into the corner, woebegone?

 

Many cycles gone, some of the lessons I have learnt,

Teach me to put this into the frame of experience current

This world, this life, is not a power spent,

But a surging wave, resurgent from each pushback, a new agent!

 

So as we start this holiday season, I wish all a time wonderful,

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and a Grand New Year, of cheer so full,

A time with hearts filled with pleasure and love blissful

Young and old, all with hands and minds joined in prayer of thanks soulful !!

2008
09/11

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poetry

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Imagination, confusion and peace!

Wandering down a lush tree-lined grove,
Wondering at the magic of the change of season –
Summer, heating up life in its stove
Winter, preserving, cooling, making way for reason –

 

Rash thought, sanguine reason, all collide
Mixed in with birdsong and teeming life surrounding all
This world, this society, this life, all so satisfied
And yet subject to instant separation – is there not a cure-all?

 

Sweet words, harsh beliefs, deliberate signs,
War and death, walking hand in hand with peace and the new-born
Life in a microcosm – a garden in bloom – it all aligns
The miracle of existense – the wonder of each new morn.

 

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2005
02/28

Category:
Philosophy
poetry

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Clueless

all roads lead to rome
so
life , bound by itself
heads into itself
and we follow
mostly clueless
and helpless even if clued