Fly Solo!

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Cattle Egret – taking off -By Atanu Chakraborty

When a bird let’s go off the perch …
Does the bird look around for relatives?
Comrades of same feathers to accompany
Does it seek, during flight, some life perspectives?
From a higher vantage point, some harmony

When a bird let’s go off the perch …
Does the bird itself taking flight
Become a perspective?
For those looking up to it

When a bird let’s go off the perch …
It finds the ability to fly above it all
Any kind of wrongness or rightness
Leaving all hesitation behind
Its flight is all lightness
The joy and strength in its wings
A sense of freedom it rings

The ability to fly off the perch in itself
Is a maturity in perspectives
It is the ability to simply Be
Your potential and your joy and your ease

What helps you fly in the first place
Is your letting go in space
Of all that you hold on to
Sometimes it is the need for control
Sometimes the lack of trust
To let go and follow your soul

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A Young Dilemma

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Thinking Man – by Vikram Phale

 

The Dilemma of Spirituality at younger ages and stages …

What is it that is in store for me?
This is a unsettling mystery to me

Why is that every person that I meet
Is just a passing lesson to me?

Is it possible to have a ‘normal’ life
And yet pursue the enlightened one?

And what would this possibility mean
For those who depend on me?

I wish they don’t suffer
Because of my confusion
Of what life is to me

If left on my own
I would live the path of a Seeker

For now I tend to forage
The source of truth, in the most mundane manner

There is fear though of getting lost
Or losing the ones loved most

Oh is there a possibility to cross this bridge
With one rope in each hand?
And not this heart-wrenching tug of war
In the relentless strive to somewhere reach?

This poem was first published on The Glorious Mess on Medium.
Thank you TrE of A cornered gurl for your kind support on this publication.

Perspectives

Choice of perspectives
Is a gift of universal views
Though reality seems tentative
Be keen on your objective

As we choose to look at things differently
Struggle becomes our responsibility
As we refuse to think at things rigidly
Change becomes an indisputable possibility
When it seems like stuck for infinity
That’s when actually life is flowing rapidly
Let go and we get unstuck very easily

Choose what you want to change
Change what you choose to change
Insist to receive from what you perceive
Find it within you to realize your view

The perceived may be turbulent
When you be present and persistent
Look at and let go of being resistant
The received is sure to be opulent

Be relentless in pursuing life
A glorious one now that you are at it
And watch how life becomes relentless
In what it has to offer you
It is up to you how much you catch it

Miracles of Living

Miracles unfold oh so slowly
When you want them to hurry
When you look back on them
You go holy moley!
They were happening all along
More than you did count among

Sporadic glimpses sprinkled
Dreams repeatedly rekindled
Sometimes it is here & now
And we are busy thinking when & how

Those blank pauses
Times of boredom and lone-ness
That tend to bring worry
Are the ones going towards possibility
If you fill them with mindless doing
You might miss on being
The witness of the miracle due coming

Comes in packages big and small
Some persons near or across the miles
Uplifting conversations and smiles
Sometimes just being on a mountain tall
Or listening to the waves crash and fall

Everything that you have ever asked for
Everything you ever yearned for
Just exactly that is what you keep living
Miracle of a life yes it is you living

All that you know as, gets rearranged
Into the asked for gift, to be packaged
Look closely, unwrap slowly
The wrapping is not your choice really
Maybe pleasant or painfully unpleasant
You asked for it & matter it doesn’t!

You will marvel at the miracle surely
As you learn to love yourself purely
Connecting to other souls dearly
Whom you find to be seekers too clearly

The glimpses sprinkled
And the dreams rekindled
Will keep you on the way
Like a lit path to help you stay
A sense of trust towards destiny
A sense of joy in the journey
Not knowing where you will reach
Or maybe even want to reach …