we travel together
drawing two parallel
inseparable lines
I look back
and see
just one line
shekhar
15 thoughts on “lines”
“Omens” by Louise Gluck
I rode to meet you: dreams
like living beings swarmed around me
and the moon on my right side
followed me, burning.
I rode back: everything changes.
My soul in love was sad
and the moon on my left side
trailed me without hope.
To such endless impressions
we poets give ourselves absolutely,
making, in silence, omen of mere event,
until the world reflects the deepest
needs of the soul.
Marvelous.
I wonder
I find the fire within me
same in u ;
still why v r separate?
I wonder really.
Shekhar Ji, we are back with vol 2 our online project Blogswara. Please do visit and listen to our music when you get the chance @ http://www.blogswara.in
and here is my twopence 🙂
yahi to hai woh raastaa
chalnaa to tere saath thaa
kya sahi tha, kya galat raha
faislaa to mere haath thaa
tere ashq the, tera pyar tha
seene mein kaisa dard tha
tere nain puuchte reh gaye
mai hi tha jo khaamosh tha
…those unspoken words, those lost opportunities
those distant memories, aftertaste of yesterdays
“In a World of Taking, the Mistake”
Down and down into your own regard
You double, dangling a bucket,
To take a shine. What’s the secret?
You’re not interested in anything
There’s only one of. So the mirror is
Amazing, and you find yourself in it
To be deep. If you had another
Fifty years, you’ll feel no less
This wonderment at being—
Framed in a standstill, your head
In the clouds (your likeness in mind),
You’d fall in love with reason. This
Is the mistake. You think too much
Of your life, far from oceans, far
From rivers, far from streaming. You think,
Death I could bear, if it’s anything like
This self in the calm of a held pail.
But the catch in the clarity comes then.
To look like this, you mustn’t ever
Be touched or moved again. . . .
By Heather McHugh
Dear Shekhar,
While wondering in those bylanes of Benaras (Or Varanasi) one enlightend soul named Kabir sang these lines, I may be repeating them here as you might as well be aware of the same.
But..they are here again for all of us.
“Chah gayi..Chinta gayi..Manva Beparwah.
Jinko Kachhu na chahiye wo hi shehanshah.”
Dear Shekhar,
For non-duality to exist, there must be duality, just as to recognise the light, you must come into it from the dark. If you did not walk that space on two separate lines, you would not have achieved a state of looking back and seeing just one. Most often, we spend life looking back, wishing we had seen/heard/understood earlier. There is no earlier. There is no later. There is now. And what you see in the now, is what you are permitted to see. Permitted by whom? By God? Maybe. In so far as you are required to meet his purpose. By your own growth and intellect and understanding. In so far as your seeing allows it to grow, develop and progress. By circumstance? In so far as its restriction of your understanding defines its being. Who you are and what you see and perceive, and believe defined by the moment in which you are. Is what propels you to the next moment. To that moment where you can turn around and see one line. You could not have seen it earlier, if you had so wished.
Dear Shekhar
In the US, tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day, a casual, secular holiday that allows us to celebrate our gratitude for life, to be generous and loving, to share a meal and some talk with family and friends. Its secular casualness allows emotional barriers to fall easily. I wish you a bountiful day tomorrow, and every other day, too. I miss your writings. I know one day you’ll write to us again, when the mood and the time feel right.
All threads twist into one plait, over time. Bless you on Thanksgiving Day, and always.
love, Heath
Talking of “two” I often wonder: how would a one-sided thing look? Aren’t we able to see a one-sided thing or can such a thing not exist?
xyz, when u walk with some one you love, u often forget that u have merged into one, and to recognize that is important. shekhar
Hi Shekhar, you mentioned love, and recently, I have been having some powerful experiences of it. I couldn’t stop writing about love. Here it is:
O love, O most beautiful love
veiled behind eons and infinity
you weave your magic and mystery
behind the known, the unknown
the stars, the kingdoms, the void
behind the ravages, the upheavals,
the banal, and the treasured treasures
behind the rainbow and the thunder
the sacred and the profane
the roar and the rhapsody
you lie O supreme love, unbeknownst
utterly unfathomable
you create and recreate
until you and yours
in an inseparable embrace
know the known and unknown
as known, and unknown,
as Love
I must tell you this was my first ever attempt at poetry and, truly, I realize, without love there could be no poetry. I also realize that of all the things that love does, the most important is perhaps that it makes your heart sing, sing out the sheer joy of itself through every pore of your body. Thanks for giving me and others an opportunity to ‘express’ on this blog.
Hi Shekhar, here are some more of my thoughts about love:
As a man, I must say, the greatest and the final symbol of love (in physical form) for me is a woman.
I believe that us men represent the in-motion aspect of universal energy (that is termed by some as the divine feminine). Love can exist by itself (Shunya/unmanifested/pure love/divine feminine) but in motion love creates the myriad forms and shapes in the universe.
In a sense love experiences itself through its creations and the creations long for the unity with love for absolute fulfilment. The longing period is the period of Maya where space-time phenomea occur whose purposeless purpose is to provide a pathless path toward unity.
My longing for something higher and the divine feminine mean the same thing to me. In this very patriarchal age and world to say that man’s reality is a separated-state-reality from the divine feminine might sound idiotic to many but I have a deep intuitive feeling that this is the way (for me at least).
So what about women’s reality? Well my experiences so far tell me that the symbol of the purest love has so lost touch with its own reality (in this patriarchal world), its experiences with its creations could remind her of it (if she so desires), after which true yoga can occur. As a man, I always keep that in mind.
Well, that’s my story (still unfolding). Thought I should share with you. Thanks
Isn’t the ‘line’ itself another of a person’s mundane perception?
For one person the lines may seem singular, for yet another it may seem running across perpendicular to one another and for the others it may seem like a tiny miniscule dot. the start of a line way back in the vague distance or the beginning of a nostalgic time.
The ‘one line’ you penned seems like a multi-linear expression(not sure if such a term exists!).
Fabulous!
yquaiokm frhxj tgprq cjyv manlgz lidchb xmekn
WHAT COLOUR IS THE DIVINE ANYWAY?
Red of the deep fires within the Earth
Orange the dancing flames
Yellow of the shing sun
Green the growing life
Blue of rivers, lakes and seas
Indigo the late night skies
Black and White
Our Mother and Father
As they join
Rainbows
“Omens” by Louise Gluck
I rode to meet you: dreams
like living beings swarmed around me
and the moon on my right side
followed me, burning.
I rode back: everything changes.
My soul in love was sad
and the moon on my left side
trailed me without hope.
To such endless impressions
we poets give ourselves absolutely,
making, in silence, omen of mere event,
until the world reflects the deepest
needs of the soul.
Marvelous.
I wonder
I find the fire within me
same in u ;
still why v r separate?
I wonder really.
Shekhar Ji, we are back with vol 2 our online project Blogswara. Please do visit and listen to our music when you get the chance @ http://www.blogswara.in
and here is my twopence 🙂
yahi to hai woh raastaa
chalnaa to tere saath thaa
kya sahi tha, kya galat raha
faislaa to mere haath thaa
tere ashq the, tera pyar tha
seene mein kaisa dard tha
tere nain puuchte reh gaye
mai hi tha jo khaamosh tha
…those unspoken words, those lost opportunities
those distant memories, aftertaste of yesterdays
“In a World of Taking, the Mistake”
Down and down into your own regard
You double, dangling a bucket,
To take a shine. What’s the secret?
You’re not interested in anything
There’s only one of. So the mirror is
Amazing, and you find yourself in it
To be deep. If you had another
Fifty years, you’ll feel no less
This wonderment at being—
Framed in a standstill, your head
In the clouds (your likeness in mind),
You’d fall in love with reason. This
Is the mistake. You think too much
Of your life, far from oceans, far
From rivers, far from streaming. You think,
Death I could bear, if it’s anything like
This self in the calm of a held pail.
But the catch in the clarity comes then.
To look like this, you mustn’t ever
Be touched or moved again. . . .
By Heather McHugh
Dear Shekhar,
While wondering in those bylanes of Benaras (Or Varanasi) one enlightend soul named Kabir sang these lines, I may be repeating them here as you might as well be aware of the same.
But..they are here again for all of us.
“Chah gayi..Chinta gayi..Manva Beparwah.
Jinko Kachhu na chahiye wo hi shehanshah.”
Dear Shekhar,
For non-duality to exist, there must be duality, just as to recognise the light, you must come into it from the dark. If you did not walk that space on two separate lines, you would not have achieved a state of looking back and seeing just one. Most often, we spend life looking back, wishing we had seen/heard/understood earlier. There is no earlier. There is no later. There is now. And what you see in the now, is what you are permitted to see. Permitted by whom? By God? Maybe. In so far as you are required to meet his purpose. By your own growth and intellect and understanding. In so far as your seeing allows it to grow, develop and progress. By circumstance? In so far as its restriction of your understanding defines its being. Who you are and what you see and perceive, and believe defined by the moment in which you are. Is what propels you to the next moment. To that moment where you can turn around and see one line. You could not have seen it earlier, if you had so wished.
Dear Shekhar
In the US, tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day, a casual, secular holiday that allows us to celebrate our gratitude for life, to be generous and loving, to share a meal and some talk with family and friends. Its secular casualness allows emotional barriers to fall easily. I wish you a bountiful day tomorrow, and every other day, too. I miss your writings. I know one day you’ll write to us again, when the mood and the time feel right.
All threads twist into one plait, over time. Bless you on Thanksgiving Day, and always.
love, Heath
Talking of “two” I often wonder: how would a one-sided thing look? Aren’t we able to see a one-sided thing or can such a thing not exist?
xyz, when u walk with some one you love, u often forget that u have merged into one, and to recognize that is important. shekhar
Hi Shekhar, you mentioned love, and recently, I have been having some powerful experiences of it. I couldn’t stop writing about love. Here it is:
O love, O most beautiful love
veiled behind eons and infinity
you weave your magic and mystery
behind the known, the unknown
the stars, the kingdoms, the void
behind the ravages, the upheavals,
the banal, and the treasured treasures
behind the rainbow and the thunder
the sacred and the profane
the roar and the rhapsody
you lie O supreme love, unbeknownst
utterly unfathomable
you create and recreate
until you and yours
in an inseparable embrace
know the known and unknown
as known, and unknown,
as Love
I must tell you this was my first ever attempt at poetry and, truly, I realize, without love there could be no poetry. I also realize that of all the things that love does, the most important is perhaps that it makes your heart sing, sing out the sheer joy of itself through every pore of your body. Thanks for giving me and others an opportunity to ‘express’ on this blog.
Hi Shekhar, here are some more of my thoughts about love:
As a man, I must say, the greatest and the final symbol of love (in physical form) for me is a woman.
I believe that us men represent the in-motion aspect of universal energy (that is termed by some as the divine feminine). Love can exist by itself (Shunya/unmanifested/pure love/divine feminine) but in motion love creates the myriad forms and shapes in the universe.
In a sense love experiences itself through its creations and the creations long for the unity with love for absolute fulfilment. The longing period is the period of Maya where space-time phenomea occur whose purposeless purpose is to provide a pathless path toward unity.
My longing for something higher and the divine feminine mean the same thing to me. In this very patriarchal age and world to say that man’s reality is a separated-state-reality from the divine feminine might sound idiotic to many but I have a deep intuitive feeling that this is the way (for me at least).
So what about women’s reality? Well my experiences so far tell me that the symbol of the purest love has so lost touch with its own reality (in this patriarchal world), its experiences with its creations could remind her of it (if she so desires), after which true yoga can occur. As a man, I always keep that in mind.
Well, that’s my story (still unfolding). Thought I should share with you. Thanks
Isn’t the ‘line’ itself another of a person’s mundane perception?
For one person the lines may seem singular, for yet another it may seem running across perpendicular to one another and for the others it may seem like a tiny miniscule dot. the start of a line way back in the vague distance or the beginning of a nostalgic time.
The ‘one line’ you penned seems like a multi-linear expression(not sure if such a term exists!).
Fabulous!
yquaiokm frhxj tgprq cjyv manlgz lidchb xmekn
WHAT COLOUR IS THE DIVINE ANYWAY?
Red of the deep fires within the Earth
Orange the dancing flames
Yellow of the shing sun
Green the growing life
Blue of rivers, lakes and seas
Indigo the late night skies
Black and White
Our Mother and Father
As they join
Rainbows