Clarity and crying

Angst is finding out that you are really one of a kind. That the world is really not clear. You look at a really old dirty stained glass window where the colours only reflect back the grime. the more you wipe the dirtier it gets. deeper it sinks...
 It is the tears that wash out the grime. light the way ahead and create a field for breakthrough. So if it's a long time you sat and activated those lacrimal glands, go have a good cry and an existential break through!

Sensing sorrow

First a twinge, a catch at the throat,
a memory that stings,
burning
like a red hot pepper
dipped in brine.

Then a twitch, eyelids trying to contain,
the mind dips into the heart
 whispering
like a promise
 sliced into silences.

A trail of wetness, tears stroking the cheeks,
emptiness that will not be filled
searching
like a vacant stare,
frozen in time.

Shaking shoulders,the lungs gasp,
the mind seeking location
resisting
like a floating fragrance
woven into the wind.

finally the head bows, hands reach out
to the will of the heart
caressing
like the touch of tender lips
to the wounds of love.

Ethics of Sharing

Throughout my life as student I have seen this phenomenon of people holding back information that may be useful to others and have also been warned again and again about being too open. Don't get me wrong, being a counselor, I hold many close secrets to my heart and never break confidences about personal information . I am not going to post my password on the facebook status. Nor will I share my friend's love escapades in a blog. 

Sitting in your own shell is actually letting go of an opportunity to make a difference in someone's life.
I am committed to sharing things that help other people. I share things like an interesting article on the web or a chance to meet a famous person or the name of a cheap hotel in coorg. Information that is available and will benefit someone. The sharing of which benefits someone. ( That does not include chain letters) True some times this may create competition like those rare post doc oppurtunities ) but why run a race alone?

I share here a story that inspired me and continues to inspire me today. A young aspirant (Ii think it was Ramanujacharya) approached his guru for a mantra that will give moksha easily. The teacher taught him the name of Ram and told him," This mantra is surely the greatest and will give moksha to the user, it will work only if you keep it to yourself." The young aspirant thanked his teacher and then ran to the market place and shouted the mantra to everyone! The Guru was astonished and asked him why he did that? Replied the great saint to be- " Well, if I kept it to myself only I would have got Moksha, at my cost of not getting moksha, now so many people will get liberated."

As teachers, professionals, activists and good people, share information. Responsibly bring the RTI ( right to Information) into your own life. And you know what people whose lives are transparent need to live a life of integrity and inspiration, so it helps you decide and make a choice about your life. Finally as earth angels remember, people are more important than information, money or things.

Poetry of surviving words

When Reason, completed rests.
The many voices in me silenced,
poetry struggles up through many layers
of words, sounds to letters, words and then to paper.

Each word tasted for expression,
having satiated the writing tip of my pen tongue, sometimes
unfit, spat out with scratches, again reinstated.
Perceived as misfit in the rhythm
of the life of the poem, myself.

Meaning given by thought to the
cheering of an internal audience.
Criticizing, fighting, nodding, passing selection,
not a single word escapes the stage.

Unbidden thoughts, silenced voices
jostle and push in the futile struggle to the surface of paper,
but in the democracy of my self,
only the exact right word,
is displayed, revealed to you.
This is my poetry of surviving words...