03252012

another mindful serendipity...

in the sanctuary

of inner silence,

the geometry of hills,

the unbroken sweep of earth,

the rolling vault of sky,

i ask for nothing,

and receive everything.

03242012

after a day like yesterday

what other day could be the same?

i have places to go

people to see

things to do

so many details and intricacies

but i sit here

and wait for you

to wake up

so you can press your lips

to my temple and tell me

uncomplicatedly

‘good morning, princess’

03222012

in this labyrinthine world, i am…

no longer

the passive observer

the submissive sideliner

no longer

the one who sits

and watches silently

03192012

why?

because i want to.

and because no one can tell me i can’t.

03172012

the first mindful serendipity...

a machine whirs

in the cotton-fleeced sky

a mockingbird sings

on a naked shrub

spring sprouts teasingly

one leaf at a time

03122012

what joy it is to be distracted… not by the past, not by the future, but by the present… by the here and now! we spend so much effort trying to understand the whats and whys and hows of what was, and even more effort trying to predict the how-tos of what will be. and slowly our present becomes our past, and we cry over what we did not live, did not do, did not have… wasting even more present life on searching for something that will never be found.

how confounding… how confounded we are!

03102012

i crave for happy endings.

i always have.

but today

i give up the rules

of the game.

i abandon

the happy ending

(and also the sad one)

for once and for all.

i tell myself

i will not laugh

unless the laughing be spontaneous,

i will not cry

unless the tears be real.

you smile at me

from where you sit.

i find this chain of tension,

this ‘what are the rules?

what must i do?’

is broken.

you look at me

as if reading my thoughts,

you say

as if stealing my words,

you are so beautiful

when you smile.

03062012

how beautiful the night,

all at once!

how beautiful the quiet

that comes with it!

and how serendipitous

the realization…

it is only in the everyday

and ordinary

that the deepest joys

are illuminated!

03032012

she said,

i am a fossil, and you have unearthed me.

i am inside your hands, between your fingers,

bleeding my spirit into your palms.

i’ve told you enough about myself

for you to figure out the rest of me.

she said,

i’m afraid of being alone with you.

i can’t hide it. it’s naked.

i’m . . . naked.

she said,

you know me.

and now, i am forgettable.

i said,

what makes you pass

such a terrible judgment

upon yourself?

she said,
you say 'terrible.' yes!

there is nothing more formidable,

there is nothing more unforgettable,

than what is hidden, what is unknown.