You are disappointed
Because I don’t envy you
I am disappointed
Because you won’t connect with me
We simply See each other
To intersect, not bother
It is our insistence
To be on the parallel track
In this ocean of existence
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?
I was amused at these questions to me asked
I would love answering them
With all that comes to heart
You practice yoga, you still got sick?
You teach yoga, you still get mad?
You are a poet, why do you get often sad?
I practice yoga, not to be always blissed
I practice yoga to always be blessed
With the awareness of all that I feel
With my emotions often I reel
Sometimes feel them so deep and so swell
That is how I am capable of teaching so well
I don’t veil the humanness in me
To showcase the spiritualness in me
You can underestimate me
Or just try and converse with me
I am not always at bliss
I feel I know the way to bliss
I have tasted it, felt it
Stumbled on my way to it
I intend to keep going
You can count on me
To truthfully show you exactly how and where I fell
That’s how a true yoga teacher to me, I can tell
I am a poet, often express the woeful sad
I find all emotions in gratitude clad
Once all beautiful emotions become words
I feel the bliss of pure joy, nothing hurts
Life and yoga and poetry
People and emotions and sundry
All seamlessly blended and lived
And experienced and felt through
I am that person who can uplift you
While immersed in the trenches of my own life stew
There is a lot in life to look up to
You can come with me and I with you
I am a human permeable to all that is life
At times I feel I permeate all that is life!
Don’t be disappointed
If someone doesn’t understand you
Just don’t go looking for milk
In a hardware store!
P.S. Dear WP friends, on this lighter note, I am taking a 2 week break …to go to all hardware stores… oh no, not really 🙂 …just to attend to some other life stuff. I will be back with my daily ritual of reading from each one of you, my favorite writers. I will attempt to backtrack to all that I missed 🙂 Infinite gratitude for your support for Infinite Living.
The only way we live
Is live our patterns in grander ways.
Now there is a choice, tenacity and diligence
In what patterns we allow through us.
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.
You are not bound
You are not free
You are the lock
You are the key
You are the thought
You see but you are not
You are the one
That can see that thought
You are the Being
You think you are the Doing
Doing from the feeling
Feeling from the meaning
Do the doing that sets you free
Do take a step back and see
If the doing you can’t help doing
Is actually not You fleeing
Be the Being
Bound and Free
You are the lock
You are the key
(Originally posted on October 25, 2015 )
Dear amazing readers,
This poem came to me, what feels like, a lifetime ago. From a very deep place of digesting and meaning and feeling. I wish to share it again as it comes as a fresh experience to me today. There is a qualitative difference in the way we feel in life when you are ‘doing’ something to get something vs. ‘being’ something to find something. My mind went back to this poem as I listened to a podcast from Skylarity.
Please share your thoughts on my poem and then go the following link to listen to an elaborate description of what the difference in ‘doing’ vs ‘being’ looks like, in every aspect of life.
Infinite Living is about linking to those infinite energies at work that propel us to the infinite goodness of all of humanity.