Living Life Head On

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Take on the Waves by Pragalbha Doshi

When the life waves
Of agony and despair
Rise high in the air

Take them head on
For once, instead of
Escaping ashore until gone

The most arduous choice
Often results in
The most amazing rejoice

Let the wave wash over
A gift of clarity
It will cleansingly shower

A trust that is your inner knowing
Keeps you grounded
While as if almost drowning

Find yourself after
Like-never-before standing
Surviving and refreshfully thriving

Ever Been a Seed like this? Ever Seen a Flower like this?

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Rose and Sunshine by Vikram Phale

A seed, gets buried in an avalanche of soil. The soil is rich, impregnated with all the life juice and organic energy for the seed to use. The seed though, suffocates and struggles  in the darkness and compactness of being buried.
It knows it will survive …not sure how.

It finds in itself the innate ability to absorb, the nutrients and moisture available around. Something starts to happen as the seed starts getting soaked.
It begins to change …not sure how.

Ever wonder how the change feels to the seed?

So much of breaking up, as it transforms. So much of a stir, before it finally learns to feel the softening. The tremendous endurance before it feels the surrender…

The seed sprouts a shoot. The shoot is so puzzled as it begins to break out of the surface of the ground. It quivers as the first air brushes on it. It faces the brightness of the very first light. It is held up …not sure how.

Ever know what this feels like?

The shoot grows stronger, taller. Head high, seeing all around very clearly.
It blooms. Into a delicate, pretty, beautiful flower. It is crimson and pink all over. It is just Being. Just Being what it had come to become. Not knowing about beautiful or happy or anything.

The flower suddenly gets jolted out of Being. It has a question. “Am I arrogant?
They are saying, I am beautiful and pretty … Am I arrogant?”
It feels the judgment ..not sure how.

Ever wonder about why the embarrassment about what you are blessed with Being?

The flower looks down, to the soil. “I know” it says, “I am up here only because of your nourishment, all that you gave me. I still have my roots in you …will always have my roots in you, as long as I live …roots of my gratitude”. It hears a message back from the soil, “We never said you owe us!”

Ever wonder how different we are as humans, when we serve, just because we were able to?

The flower ponders, “I am up here …all beautiful and pretty. I will be Beauty to the eye that sees me, Fragrance for the one who smells me …as long as I just Be.
Then one day my petals will fall away, one by one. I will no longer be the flower, pretty and beautiful, up here soaking in the sunshine. I will become part of  the soil, to nourish another flower to bloom. I will get a chance to give back then.”
It feels content …a bit sure how.

With a happy smile, the flower looks down at it’s stalk …its connection to the soil and nourishment. It gets puzzled to see thorns and leaves, that it did not see before.
It finds the answer it seeks …not sure how.

The leaves help it absorb the intensity of the sunshine.
The thorns …the thorns …there is sadness on seeing the thorns.
With the morning dew drops as tears, the flower says …”I am sorry I have thorns. I am done being broken down! Don’t touch me, Now I have thorns!!”

“The wounds of the seed as it transformed, to help me be born, I still carry in my soul.”

“I am told I also have a name …Rose is what I am called. I am not sure what all that is about …I am just here as temporarily as you are. I will stand tall and beautiful and pretty as long as you look at me …until I simply fall away …one petal at a time …to return and become the richness of the soil”

Ever wonder how the beauty feels to the flower?

Nothing …But then …

Nothing happens on its own
But then a lot of it surely does

Nothing is an absolute necessity
But then a lot of it is necessary

No relations are a requirement vital
But then some seem required for survival

No achievement defines existence
But then it does validate existing

No wall can protect from all storms
But then it is comforting to have one

No belief is a complete truth
But then finally leads to all that is true

No feeling will last forever
But then some do eternally linger

No respite it seems there is ever
But then there is lot of solace to savor

Nothing may seem at times beautiful
But then you crack open to smile plentiful

Nothing happens on its own
But then a lot of it surely does …

Truth

To sustain on truth alone
Is the strength of the ones lone

When some innate trust is broken
Ground underneath as if is shaken
They become unafraid to be on their own

With courage once won the morbid
They learn not to depend on anything extrinsic
To be able to feel rock solid

The sweetness of life becomes known
When other such aware souls
Come their way to support and as if to affirm

Surrender to the joy of your truth lone
Never then is there a moment of feeling alone.

 

After the Storm

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Storm raging
(Nature choosing it’s rhythm,
seasonal rains or a tragic disaster)

I watch through curtains flying in
Rains and winds howling
There is destruction
There is chaotic flurry
Broken homes empty
Yet sky so pretty

Storm raging
(Human mind losing it’s rhythm,
everyday upset or a traumatic event)
I feel with mind closing in
Emotions and overthinking
There is breathstruction
There is confused fury
Broken dreams hearty
Yet hopes so many

The storm passes away
(After the storm of both kinds)
Everything is at standstill
Eerie quiet and also disarray
World as you know it, is no more
Some changes sting to the core
Rearranges what you see and believe
All that you think will help relieve

Drop into the blanks
Collect the right thoughts
To build a new dream
Collect the right planks
As if to build a new home

Step at a time, carved to lead you there
New ways to discover waiting where
Don’t rush, the road is wet and slippery
Take time to scan the landscape
Courage and surrender required so very
Tread with faith, there is no escape

…With Love

Give  IT  time …with love
Give what  IT  takes …with love
Give  IT  fiercely …with love
Give  IT  all …become love

Give  IT  space …with love
Give  IT  up …with love
Don’t give up on  IT  …just love
Watch  IT come back …with all the love!

The Silent Warrior

I have it in me to win this game
I know very well patience is its name
Never quit never give up
I got this, this is my cup

This attitude keeps my spirits up
Gives me power gives me passion
Intoxicates me with strength and also its illusion
I will fight this because I got it down in my pride
I have got my will by my side

Equipped myself with all the defenses
Earned on the way all the praises
Gratitude and Kindness became my allies
Exchanging both with others made miracles arise

There’s always this fear though that lingers
If I can sustain the anchors
At times really breaks me down
And the best that we have as Seekers

One more ally called Surrender
Would make it all very easier
What would it be like to let go
To be able to join the universal flow

Challenges me to do so
The ‘I’ is not easy to let go
Have to admit it sounds a relief
To have to do no more
To just be the Being at the core

The strength and the passion is not felt as a surge
Universe becomes the fuel that with which you merge
Willpower gets to rest
Freedom at its best

Passion is more like this silent power
Strength like this inert confidence
Faith is more like this inner knowing
I am now at peace and also still the same warrior!