For who ? For ourselves. Did we do something, some ritual that affirmed our faith today ? In what ? In ourselves. Our ability to connect with our inner selves. For if we do not, who is this person that is working, loving, talking etc. It’s certainly not you.
It’s an everyday search for me. For that something that can put me in touch with myself. My connection to consciousness. My connection to loving nature.
Of course many people have faith. Which is a wonderful ability. I don’t have blind faith. I am more of a searcher. Questioner. Good, bad ? I don’t know. No value judgements on any faith or the question of faith. Or on myself.
Some people do it with meditation first thing in the morning. I have never been able to do that. I have to connect to something, however small, however little, to loose my sense of individuality. That’s the daily struggle. Against my own exaggarated sense of myself. I am so used to it. I have relied on it for so many years. So tough to let go now. Not that I have never questioned it before. But now, it is really important for me to be truly ‘active’ rather than ‘reactive’, which is what I have done most of my life. And how do I know what that ‘true’ action is ? Unless I am constantly in touch with something larger, more immense, more universal than myself ?
Yes I know. By letting go. By allowing yourself not to be addicted to the result of your action. By allowing chaos to invade your life. Yes, I agree. All of that. I do allow chaos to prevade in my life. I am impeteous (spelling). But then the individual in me fights back hard.
It’s an everyday battle. This battle to let go of one’s addiction to one’s sense of individuality.
Yet, the smallest of things can provoke the sensing of my flowing into something much much larger. Something infinite.
This morning it was my 5 year old daughter waking me up with a loud ‘Peekaboo’ and the tinkling of an early morning laugh.
Sometimes it;s just getting up early enough to watch the first shades of dark blue brush across the sky. Something deeply stirring about that.
Sometimes it’s unexpected gestures of affection that were not sought. Or given so instinctually that you were not aware of them.
Sometimes, it’s writing a poem. But only if the words are coming from somewhere else. As if something is flowing through you, a river of emotion you can physically feel that flows through your being.
But it is always so unexpected. So much that I am constantly aware now. My senses hightened. Waiting for that unexpected moment.
When something deeper will reach out and engulf me, and give my life, and all my actions, however small, a deeper and all encompassing context. On a daily basis.
So say a prayer for me. And for yourself.
Shekhar
advocating for what is true fair just
aum
finding balance in an extreme storm of happenings…
quite the adventure
aum
archery
the bow
the arrow
swift as its stretch the other way
pulled to release upon the elements of air wind currents
aimed to a point
met when all aligns from the intended to the targeted spot
oh how this dance between the archer bow arrow speed
a tight attachment achieved by it’s surrender to away distance
from that which once was held
archery
the sails are full of breeze and direction
the adventure awaits
tally ho
no thing to see here yet…
one must now sign up to the account of twitter in order to see Shekhar’s Posts
hmmm…
aum
As with most of your posts, Shekharji, this stirred my heart and felt the tears too…
“But also with musicians like Nusrat fateh Ali Khan and A R Rahman. With Nusrat most of the communication was done by him looking into my eyes and singing with tears flowing from both our eyes, having been transported to a realm higher than ourselves. I have been blessed by moments when such people that have trusted and loved me too.”
-Shekhar Kapur
off the shores of uncertainty…we dive into ourselves
to find what had been there all along able to be seen now through… presence
there is no need to be there
to be seen in flesh and sound
your presence can be felt
from the depths of love
of rhyme in reason and no reason
far from the thresholds
of what commonness describes in words
there, is where we meet
where we’ve met
in the invisible unknowing
freed within space
to be all there is all at once
with and in each other
oh my love oh my love
middled in a way not so centered
the illusion permeates where common sense takes hostage of that which we perceive to be something other than what it really is
naughting
a thread of white hair
found on folded pages
embraced by faithful words
of a journey’s beginning
on every possible horizon unseen
by eyes of humans
seeing you
a smell
intermingled
in a love felt
across nothing
more than a
breath
beating in my heart
just one strand
one strand
of undivided love
and we never speak of it
again
…yet still possible
in pages to a door where no one travels
…only love
if ever there was an effervescent night
pouring with thunderous skies
opened up in tears of sorrow
to the grieving loss of such a companion
a hearts’ leap of faith
silenced by hurt and despair
beyond words
on this paper
oh beloved
you remain
still in love and memories
at long last
for all time to come
clear and vivid
yes, we did
aum shanti aum
deep rest
in mind
in body
in emotions
in busy busy busy
just to a simmered ease
allowing for the heart beat to do its’ thing and able to hear the rhythm
being played to the tune of life…ahh
to love oneself
what is to love?
if everything is all connected
then
to love oneself
perhaps
is to love everything?
there is no need to be there
to be seen in flesh and sound
your presence can be felt
from the depths of love
of rhyme in reason and no reason
far from the thresholds
of what commonness describes in words
there, is where we meet
where we’ve met
in the invisible unknowing
freed within space
to be all there is all at once
with and in each other
oh my love oh my love
oh my love
Good Blessings to all of us everywhere…
aum shanti shanti shanti aum
kindness…
a prayer for everyone
may we find that which resides in all of us that brings us closer to what we value most in our collective oneness as a basic term of coexisting on our home, earth …
aum
a place in the universes
we all have purpose
beyond our understanding
“I believe all children deserve to have clean water and food, safe shelter,
wellbeing protection and access to supports and services for good health and education”
I suppose I could advocate that message at any point in life
because it holds true for this planet and its’ human inhabitants who are innocent in so many ways.
aum shanti shanti shanti aum
inner
outer
where is where
according to somewhere else
to do what brings body mind spirit at some measure of manageable ease🙏🏼
Deepavali
row of lamps
row of light
glowing
aum
“I want to change their minds, not kill them for weaknesses we all possess.” – A line from the movie, Gandhi
if you had no fear, what story would you tell?
a question posed by a video I watched today by Mark W. Travis
honouring the mark of this virtual Buddhist prayer plus flag, flying in the wind, surviving winter storms, hot scorching days, sailing in the calm and peaceful breezes on gentle whispers of currents floating by…So did we say a prayer today?
honouring this thread, with great deep gratitude and sometimes shyness, wonder of regret with some comments, a journey weaved with many different emotions, situations, events that changed lives witnessed and not by eyes of others.
Thank you, Shekhar for this now 18 year journey since you asked, So did we say a prayer today? Thank you for asking 🙏🏼🌱🧡seeded with love, Cinda Anjala
thank you for the support and care 🙏🏼aum shanti aum
when wind blows by
the scent hidden
cold sharp
piercing
past flesh and bone
when wind blows by
the scent revealed
warm soothing
heart opened
when wind blows by
dedicated to all the peace makers out there
aum
…we did, and do
in all it’s non and random glory
who’s to say?
you see not what I see not what each sees
limitless points of views…
aum
a little more kindness among humans
aum
conflicted
in thoughts
breathing
slowing the breath
yielding to traffic in the brain
welcoming one thought
at
a
time
aum
Ma
I love you
are us humans striving to speak with clear authentic intentions in mind?
I’m losing my mind,
where is it going to
does it inabit someone else’s mind
and then they feel overwhelmed
now too much in their own mind?
and
it’s when they start to lose their mind
then it goes elsewhere?
it sounds more as if it’s a matter of
my mind is losing
me
the movement…towards truth
it’s painfully awkward many a times
and why it that?
inside the laughter
tears
breathing
noticing
presence
Father’s Day
a role worthy of much responsibility
respect, care, love, attention, trust, patience,
vurnerable humble strong wise common sense…listening
aum
children are not born with hatred in thier hearts
I feel,
some humans are more afraid of the truth
than of harming others
Today, July 21st, marks the 80th swirl around the Sun
of one of my best and closest kindred spirit friend, who journeys through life with a passion for learning teaching discovering, finding solice in quiet presence around her within her and all those natural sounds and happenings in nature. She’s a splendid lovely force of nature herself, and has taught thousands of children through the Montessori lens, originally developed to foster and honour children’s gifts, each individually and collectively entwined bringing to the surface that which serves best for our health in body mind spirit, and I have been fortunate to witness such an unfolding through our time together in class and in our personal lives for decades. I can say without a doubt, my dearest friend of such a path has a legacy that will continue on generations to come, as does, Maria Montessori’s work and influence in education and humanatarian fields of study and living.
Ode to a magnificient 80 swirls around the Sun, Vicky Attwell, this day, a fullmoon tribute for a Lady who lives a full life, I love you, my kindred spirit 🙏🏼 Cinda
companies are using the word ‘ensure’ instead of guarantee, ‘we ensure your information will be kept private’
perhaps it’s a word that doesn’t hold a company legally responsible for any breech of privacy?
I’m wondering what AI really stands for, because there’s nothing artifical or intelligent, in most cases, about taking away someone’s right to privacy
where do our thoughts go…?
where do they come from…?
what made me write this…?
why do I ask these questions…?