Saturday, May 26, 2012
Meditation in May
Saturday, May 5, 2012
How thirsty can i get for waves
To keep washing my feet and legs
Even when half-asleep,
Wanting the refreshing caresses to continue
How thirsty am i to seek blessings
Of the Ocean that refuses no river
Even when half-awake
Wanting the soothing cleansing to continue
When the moon rose high up that night
Causing the ocean to gasp and surge
I felt my soul reach its home
In the ocean, with the ocean.
From the distant shores i heard whispers
Of the silenced and the vanquished
Their stories forming patterns and motifs
On the surf and receding waters
How much more blood and ashes are we to wash
How much more horrors are we to bear
I hear the incessant pleading continue
Justice, will help soothe the wounds
I heard the ocean whisper deep into my aching heart
Sometimes when things go too far we have to rise and reorganize
I heard whispers from among the receding waves
Defeat is not the end
The truth is
What had happened
Was not the full-stop
It certainly is no conclusion
Just containment, a comma
The truth is
What is to happen
Will not stop either
The struggle to be treated fairly and equally
The struggle for dignity and respect
Will unleash a million creative movements
For justice and peace to reign
Lose no hope
A distant droplet spoke
Before merging with the ocean
Back on its celestial journey
To visit another people
To witness other stories,
To hear other truths...
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
compassion transforms stones
that helped heal
holding in secret
luminous paths
wombs small and big
in mountain sacred
holding imprints of times
that many had lived
waiting to tell
stories of futures
in the past lived
and delivery of futures
from the lived past
haven for sages,
herbs and medicine men
of life giving water,
and love filled light
where angels and animals
conspired to protect
gifts and treasures
that humanity had
in past
received.
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the forest sings aloud
for all who had ears
waiting to reveal
waiting to share
the... secret.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Interfaith Musings under an Imaginary Fig tree in Jerusalem
A song of this Time - Interfaith Musings under an Imaginary Fig tree in Jerusalem
Be sure that the light in your eyes
Is not filled with darkness, He said.
How many heard then
How many hear it now,
I wondered…
Why would He say something like that, I wondered
Eyes are windows to the Soul, I then remembered
So it makes me wonder,
What He wanted us to see, reflect and act upon.
Be watchful of what goes into you heart, I hear him say
Greed, arrogance, lust and short-sightedness just leads everyone astray
So work on these everyday and make the temple clean,
Know that the Kingdom of Heaven has a place for everyone who turns and built by them.
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One day I wake up
Feeling weary of hating those who oppressed.
I knew it was a state i experienced not a station.
How did that happen, I wondered
Another day I woke up
Feeling good and filled with love towards oppressors
I knew it was a state i experienced, not a station.
How did that happen, I wondered
Yet another day I woke up
Feeling that it happens when I kept the temple clean for Him
I knew it was a state i experienced, not a station.
How did that happen, I wondered
--Now i know how good it would be if these fleeting glimpses last.
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I knew I had got lost
And found my way back
Now I want to keep walking the right path
And know where I am heading
Towards Him… and friends that surround Him!
And you know, every step towards Him
Is a blessing…
Yet the life is not without charming dangers
And distractions and traps begin their work to lure
To see your worth! the Master says.
Forty days is enough
To turn towards the Friend
I heard someone whisper.
Be free from greed, lust and hate
Be free of sins, and sin no more.
True repentance is not doing it again even though the opportunity exists
That is true repentance, and it is true indeed! I hear him say
God is forgiving and merciful to those who truly turn
So take the first step and extend your hand out to reconcile
Treat each other with love, respect and compassion and righteousness
These are not mere words
Give life to them and act, that is what I want and my father wants
From you and everyone else, I heard him say.
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As I write these, I hear new sounds
New birds, changed weather, a cyclone somewhere
The winds, their persistence and power manifest
The songs of new birds make me move to the window, to see the visitors
Sounds of the evening changed by the wind
Winds that bring change
Overwhelming changes.
It made me wonder!
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Some parts of the self needs to be destroyed or dismantled
For other parts to flourish
Inner cleansing is needed for the blossoming to happen
If thorns are allowed to grow then it will harm the blossoming
So be sure to keep things trimmed, for the flowers to bloom.
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The conviction in him, his being spoke and I knew I could trust the words
But he demanded more, from everyone who could hear
Do not just listen to me, what are words without action, he questioned
My Father expects and so do I that you love one another as I have loved you, shown you
I have been a friend and I have shown you to serve
Love one another, serve one another
Do not be misled by the world
Be just, kind, forgiving and merciful
Repent, reconcile, restore, act with faith
Even if it is the size of a mustard seed that is enough
You can ask mountains to uproot and throw themselves into the sea, he shared
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To hear him speak, what a blessing for those around
People who lived with a legend, a messiah, a son of God
Judging by the actions alone he is worthy to be called a son of God
Serving, leading towards light, healing, building the kingdom of God
Here on earth, through love, compassion and service.
For he came not to judge, but help us turn
He spoke with certainty and grace, love and compassion
That even oppressors heart would melt.
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I have to pave my path
Through actions filled with love and compassion
I have to plough my un-ploughed fields
And plant seeds of righteous thoughts and action
I have to build this temple brick by brick
With devotion and adoration
And carve out a throne for the King
And now sometimes I feel he walks by whispering, I Love you.
One sight a blessing, said the Prophet once for all humanity to hear
I long for that sighting
But I know He is around, for I sometimes hear him whispering
I Love you, I Love you all.
My Father Loves you, He Loves you all.
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Then I heard Him say
Yes, we are upset.
By all the disgraceful, greedy and spiteful actions
Yes, we are upset that you all got messed up so bad.
Yes, you sell freedom and choice
Yet, you steal these away from people
Yes, you made us too into a commodity
Yet, we have Love for all beings
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We wanted to reside in your hearts
That is how close We want to be
For We Love you so much
So it is never too late to redeem your self
To act with love and kindness, mercy, compassion and faith
Be filled with righteous thoughts, truth and justice
Yet, humble for even Our Grace is sometimes earned.
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And then it dawned one day.
I know now that I can Love
And be righteous
For, I know now right from wrong
Of my times and of eternity
I wish to be in this station and be reconciled
I know now that I can heal
And be just
For I know now how peace is realized
Piece by little piece.
- moon, Oct 2009, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Music 4 Peace
On 19 Feb 2010 on my way back from Nagaland (after a peace building workshop) I had the good fortune to visit Diphu, Karbi Anglong. As part of the Karbi Youth Festival Daniel Ingty rendered some vibrant numbers. It is amazing to see the connection between the artist and the audience, as if the artist was playing on the veins of people - bringing much energy among the people.
I realized how much people love music, connect with it, energized by it, and how people remember lyrics and sing along. It felt good to be part of this exchange, this flow, amidst thousands of people. Words of Che spoken during the Peace Retreat 2008 came again to the surface, "We need to work with art/culture activists for peace." I also recollected what Akum Longchar (a peace builder from Nagaland) shared during a peace building workshop in Dimapur, "Artists and musicians are the dream-keepers of our future."
Daniel is a gentle giant, who cares (among many other things) about the fate of one-horned rhino and the King Chilli, produced two songs on them for the Spell Peace music album, which i was fortunate enough to engage in. Working with Daniel made me realize that, it is not just important to be good at something, it is important to be good.