Do I have a personality?

Do I have a personality?
I grew up feeling none.
I kept wanting one.

I saw some as persons happy
But I felt lot of thoughts unhappy
I saw some as being persons assured
But I felt unsure of what really mattered
I saw some as being persons positive
But I felt I needed lot more perspective
I saw some wearing their wealth on them
And I felt the need to become abundant
I saw some wearing their success on them
But I felt I really wish I had a passion
I sought to be truthfully joyful
But I felt lot of things to be untruthful

I simply only wanted my own personality
Yet I tried every which way to fit in
Also learned some tricks to blend in
Wherever I Be I became that one
Except it became difficult to keep up

Do I have a personality?
Now supposedly a grown-up
I am not sure I have one

A new friend in conversation
In complete awe of my hard-core choices
Called me in myself an institution
And visiting me a few days later
Found me a sobbing mess of confusion
Befuddled she told me
“Never imagined You could become this”
I confided in her honestly
I needed the friend in her
As much as she used the one in me.
She probed further if I had ever cried
For those times such and such
I said yes I did
When at times I became human as much

This kind friend then exhorted me
That I should be wearing all that I am
And walk out in the world head held high
Gain some confidence and personality

Veracity in the moment doesn’t allow me
To wear anything external on me
I am that I am and I wonder what I am
I live in an attempt of absolute integrity
In all the roles that can be called of me
I show up with confidence or confusion
It is me in that moment feeling fluidly
The only corrugation is of my intention

So now do I have a personality?
You tell me which one you see in me
So do I need a personality?
Or I could just Be what I have come to Be.

 

P.S. Dear Debbie, I gladly contribute this poem to ForgivingFridays, as a gesture of forgiveness for everywhere we judge ourselves for what we are. Thank you for being here.

 

When peace eludes

When peace eludes
When purpose seems to lose
When perspective is at ruse
When promises don’t produce
When possibilities simply refuse

Then give up control
Then give up the crawl up the wall
Then give up the stickiness of it all
Then give up the judgment tall
Then give up the unkindness of it all

When the train is stopped on track
When the brain is blocked on black
When the mind doesn’t cut slack
When heart is feeling the break-n-crack

Then the flood of emotions moisten
Then the time is to wait and listen
Then the path as if waiting to glisten
Then the anguish will eventually lessen

When the peace eludes
When the turmoil is profuse
When all the trial is in recluse
When the denial is abstruse

Then the calling is from the Being
Then self compassion is the Seeking
Then the gift is simply in the Breathing
Then love is what helps only from Within
Then more beauty is what breaks Open

P.S. Dear Debbie, please accept this poem as my contribution to ForgivingFridays. I wish to bring forgiveness to all the judgment we bring to ourselves for not being good enough. Thank you for creating the beautiful space to bring peace and forgiveness to our beings.

When innocence thinks deep

Last year I had posted the following from my then 10 year old son: His innocent reflection on his journey of acceptance about being the shortest around, for his age.

https://pragalbhadoshi.wordpress.com/2016/04/28/tall-small/

This week he said to me “Mom, I have 3 poems that I have written on some of my experiences. Can I have my own blog site to publish them?” I promised him that for now I would publish them on my site. If you have any thoughts on his work, please let him know 🙂

Work!
Do you really have so much work

Or do you just feel you have too much work

Do you have so much work

Or are you fooling around with mirth.

 

Do you really have so much work

Or are you just going with a quirk

Did you ever have too much work

Or do you just at your desk lurk

 

Do you wish you didn’t have any work

And just acting like a jerk

 

Don’t worry about how much

Keep focus and work as much

Don’t bother or struggle as such

Just be done and play as much
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Think good!

When you think about something bad
You might just feel very sad
When you don’t think about something good
You won’t be in a good mood.

If you think that it’s sad
You might get really mad
If you think of something that’s great
You might have a better fate.

 When you always think bad
You may not be known as a good lad
If you think that it will be good
It probably surely would.

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 Fun time?

When you’re doing something fun

You don’t want to be done

When you’re doing something boring

You would rather be snoring.

 

When you’re doing something fun

You can’t tell when you should be done

When you’re doing something you don’t enjoy

Your time just doesn’t go by

 

When you’re doing something you like

It feels like you’re riding a bike

When you don’t feel like doing something

It feels better to go take a hike

_ By Sanved Doshi, 11 yrs.

 

 

P.S. Sanved is very happy to make this post a contribution to ForgivingFridays, a wonderful blog by dear Debbie.

Precious…Is all there Is

Precious
Is this moment
Is this day
Is this life
All as you know it will pass

Precious
Is the relation
With yourself
With all around you
All as you know can change

Precious
Is your pursuits
Is your accomplishments
Is your contentment
All as you know will change

Precious
Is your humanness
In all imperfection
Is no need for perfectness
All that you strive for will come

Precious
Is the lesson
Is the opportunity
Is the message
All the experiences that they bring

Precious
Is the choice of joy
Is the choice of love
Is the choice of conscience
All that you do become blessings

Precious
Is all compassion
Is all gratitude
Is all forgiveness
All those you know and for self

Precious
Is the peace
Is the pure space
Is that nothingness
All that you keep is what you become

Precious
Is being your true self
Is the courage in being so
Is the freedom from living  as another
All that you have got always is YOU

P.S. This post is a contribution to ForgivingFridays, a wonderful blog that is a soothing peaceful presence in this space. Thank you Debbie! I offer this composition to forgive every time I fail to acknowledge the preciousness of all there is!