The world being what it is
and me being who I am …
how could I prevent some of those mishaps?
Left without sleep and wishing better days,
lingering over the spilled milk
some days I cannot help but reflect
about what makes a day without blame.
But upon deeper thought I then realize
that such would merely be a passable day
not a worthy goal, perhaps even a lame one,
completely unlike a great day,
one in which I gracefully deflect attacks
tuning my mouth to the wisdom I grew inside,
guarding myself against my own wrath
and practicing that higher living art,
where in spite of noise, greed and lies
I remain aware, joyous and wise,
genuinely faithful to myself
positive, constructive and calm,
amidst a world that has gone severely mad.
No matter how well
I sometimes get along,
I must come to realize
that irrefutable truth
plain before my eyes
that for this world
I am just made not.
And whatever wellness
I may sometimes feel inside,
I know that from the outside
I am that weird and clueless stranger
the odd fish climbing up a tree
oblivious to the “real” world
caring for childish nonsense.
But however weird I may be seen
I am sure that in no way
do I want to resemble them
so clever in gamesmanship
experts in elbowing and backstabbing
spending their time chasing lowly morsels
and bowing for bureaucracy and evil powers.
No, I am changing this world not,
but they will never shortchange me either!
There is just nothing left to be done
I will pretend to fit from today on
until my heavy duties are over
and will then lock my door
placing myself under a joyous Sun
in the vast and silent spaces
of my inner garden.
Not the best poetry. Not the most inspired words. Just tired, feeling restless and overwhelmed. I needed to write it so.
Lurking in the dark,
evoking complex feelings,
memories of my old path
have at times taken me by surprise.
But today I was fully aware
and when they came I realized
the utterly sobering experience,
brought by those irreversible choices,
of finally discovering
who I truly am.
I once placed myself
at just the right distance
from people and things
and only then could I see
the vast web of dependence
of which all of us form part
and without delay I realized
that I need nothing more
than the acceptance and joy
of my bare existence.
There is theory,
and there is practice.
All these years struggling
to pursue a life
with some high principles
What have I learned?
Theory without practice
is just a phantom rainbow.
Forget all empty speech,
be joyful and kind,
make no harm,
forgive and forget,
and just live.
What a difference the gentle Sun makes
that everything under its rays
becomes gloriously alive.
Such is also the might of a worthy purpose
that dispels the gloom from our lives
setting light on forgotten paths
and inspiring those secret smiles,
perhaps so fragile and transient,
yet so pregnant of promise and love.
I know all too well now,
that I must keep the right course,
standing up and work,
so I can withstand the shadows
in case they return.
If anything there is
in this life to be desired
I am sure it is to become
that fully accomplished human
that our inner nature holds.
How could we not be genuine?
How could we become something else?
We are not made to behave as puppets,
bleakly painted paper figurines.
We are soul and flesh uniquely combined,
let’s open that big door and run,
into those vast interior fields
and let the exterior world take notice
that here and now,
in her full integrity,
a whole person stands.