A-Z April Y for You

 

The map leading to the treasure

The fortune sought in good measure

Treading the path leading out

The footsteps march on a mission

Where do you see? What do you seek?

In this wonder of an existence.

Close your eyes - what do you perceive?

What happens to the outer - that's Deceive!

These heaps of things

What desire brings.

What do they add? What do they subtract?

Is there a profit greeting you at the bottom line?

Is the greed of accumulation

To success define?

Where do you wander

Looking for joy

For fulfillment, you seek a decoy.

This delusional path, futile and tough

Shun it, look within

YOU are enough!

A-Z April X for XOXO

 

I was contemplating over my writing journey and I remembered that I had a very weird web address for my blog when I first started. In my defense, It was 17 years ago. When I look back I was very innocent and yet to experience life in its full spectrum. In a very non-egoic way, I startle myself at the purity of thought and action I had back then. As life happened, the topography of my thought changed - so did my perception. While I have to say I grew up in the truest of senses, something in me misses my plain, trusting and untarnished younger version. Life had contaminated me in some ways and refined me in other ways. It was a good ride - an amalgam of bumpy and smooth, tranquil and turbulent. 

On the brighter side, I gave a form to an abstract spiritual side of me. In the past three years or so, I discovered meditation. It is funny how this 'mediation' thingy was something the significant other started on, around the same time as I started on my blog - but somehow, we never seemed to have discussed of this being an 'option' I should try as well. At long last though, it wasn't him that prompted me to do it. He perhaps believed in the fact that I should find it in myself to try it and it shouldn't be something that he should persuade me to do. I do however, started believing in the premeditation of things and our doors open when we are ready to walk through them. Sometimes there in no growth in our comfort zone. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going and we need some silence of the mind to maneuver through that. 

In a very metaphorical way, my blogging journey had corresponded with my life journey. In fact, every thought, every imagination, every inspiration I record in here, had been nothing less of meditation. It had brought me where I stand today. While life threw its blessings and hurdles, my writings got to the table the much needed company, contemplation and clarity to deal with the hauls.

And there was a supplement support system that helped me stream through this type A beast called life. Or should I say, supplements! - the Xs and the Os. Now tell me, which of them is a hug? and which of them is a kiss? I see conflicting opinions. But for me Xs are hugs. When life fails me, meditation helps. when meditation fails, the Xs helps - and I am so blessed that I had gotten so many of them - and in such assortment. For all those who held me when all else failed - XXX.  That includes the ones that wander or deliberate to this place to send me a virtual embrace by the giving me a drop of their precious time and thought.

May the world embrace Love in its purest essence.

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A-Z April - W for Wordless

 

A-Z V for Vagaries

I was half inclined to flake out of the challenge today. I know, the last lap. We are almost at the end of it and my commitment to commitment wasn't holding steam in the face of what my heart is going though as I broadcast my innermost pain in a public platform. I need a purge. There's a lump stuck in my throat.

But, the show that it is, and the 'must go on' factor kicks in, I feel the need to say what needs to be said when it could be said. My heart is missing a piece, my soul feels an inexplicable void as we bid a final good bye to our most loved friend and guide that had played the role of a blood bond in our lives, walked with us through thick and thin and loved us and our kids like his own.

SM - my dear soul brother - you'll be missed. I wanted to see you back from the ordeal and hug you once you got back to all of us. Since that isn't going to happen now, I send you a chunk of my heart. Soar high and guard us from above. Our days aren't going to be the same in your absence.

And my dear cyber brethren - live it up and love like you are going to lose it. One day we all are going to lose it and we never know, That one day could be today.

A-Z April U for Unfazed

 

Bowing to the Divine design

Balancing the ebb and flow

Let these footsteps tread

Understanding the transient 

Unfolding the eternal 

Yielding to the ultimate force!

Unfazed.

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A-Z April T for Tenacity

 I know you can do it

Just come back and fill in the space

With your love and light.

Put up a fight

This is worth the while

There's voids you need to fill,

 Promises you need to fulfill.

Trace back those steps home

Hopes await to answer the door.

Don't leave mid way 

Through the lanes you  picked to tread

Grab on to those hands you held

An about turn is the need of the hour.

Hold on, hang in there

Wander all you want

But let love lead you home.

A-Z April - S for Sublime

 

I couldn't get myself to Blog yesterday. It wasn't just a shortage of time. The energy, the will and the intent, all went amiss. As we tried to put a brave face in challenge and are supporting a friend in need, Life, once again presented its precariousness to us and how. There was a decline in morale, a let go of hope - but then, One deep breath and one taking into account all that was working miraculously in our favor, I did end up finding my resilience, not just for myself, but for the people I was supposed to be there. The flip of energy was magical and a what seemed to be a hopeless situation turned around into a beacon of hope. We sat together in unison, us and our people, and counted the blessing. Counted the miracles and the show carried on in a positive direction.

I was too blank to talk or think and then the support system kicked in. My spiritual anchors didn't fail me and I sit here in utter gratitude, offering thanks to the system - for the intelligence that works above and beyond me, that works with me, that works through me. In the morning, I grabbed my cuppa and ventured into the warm spring garden. When I planted seeds a few weeks ago, it was an early step I realized as we still had the residual chills and frost from winter. But I left one of the pots in the warm sunlight. I don't know why I did it as I had zero hopes for that seeds to sprout. Today, as I took my watering can, I saw something green do a peek-a-boo in the potting mix and as I gently separated the soil, I see lush green seeds shooting through the dirt. A smile bloomed in my heart - if those seedling had eyes, they'd have spotted the brightest welcome I suppose. I hope they felt it and all the same with an extra sensory perception.

Life isn't easy. It probably is a lot more intense than 'isn't easy' but there's a power that works in support, in silence, in sync. And to that support, to that silence and that sync, I pay my humble tribute!

A-Z April R for Rhetorical

 Who am I?

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A-Z April - Q for Quiet the riot!

 

One of my many Spiritual masters - Ramana Maharshi said "The Highest instruction is transmitted in silence" Now, the customary dragging of my spiritual side into this banter has become quiet the ritual here, so the irony that my life is, I keep bantering and going in an incessant blah blah while wanting to dwell in the Quiet. Since this noise is a given, I should as well make it like I mean it. Isn't it? So I tackle the Qu with a hodgepodge of Qus' I say Qu since there isn't a word that could be spelt with Q without the u in tow - kind of like how my every noise is spelt with an intense intent to be silent. Makes sense? Or not Quiet?

Quality - the next word in my Qu Queue. In one of my recent reads, a modern spiritual master urges us to be in the present. The process of doing something is the purpose of doing it, he means to say - as in giving the hand on task our 100% attention without the end in mind. In other words, we should quiet the mind and do our duty with the concentration of a monk and that brings in the quality component to everything big and small we take up or touch. 

Quest - What's yours? Mine is nothing. I have a quest, for nothing. For that calm in the mind, for that Zen, that full stop on the mental chatter. One day, I'll be nothing. I'm Quiet sure of that.

Quick - Be quick. Quick in giving and forgiving. Quick in helping, quick in loving. Quick in acting on that noble intentions - life is not just short, It is chaotically short. We are not sure of tomorrow. The now is where we should be, living it up - so don't put off that spreading of love. 

Be quick, the clock is ticking.

Quaintness is something I love. Transport me to that word and I am in a mini mind vacation, smack dab in the center of a meaningless banter. Yes, I am quirky. Ask my parents, my besties, ask my first born - they'll vouch for it. Or just stick till the end of this. Don't let this balderdash quell you, and voila, you'll have proof without asking my near and dear.

What was I saying? Oh yeah! Quit that procrastination. We are not guaranteed anything in life except this very moment. This is it!

Quote - I won't end this with tonight. Instead, let me add a quirky twist - let me make this quintessentially me and not surprise myself by being coherent. 

Let's move on to exhibit # 1

I cannot get over the perfection of this face - Isn't it like one of God's prized creations? I mean, that chin! That master stroke. I know this perfection of a specimen doesn't start with a Qu But the starting rhymes with a Qu - Ladies and Gentlemen - Jude law! one word. Wow!

I don't have pictures handy of exhibit # 2 but I see a similar kind of perfection in my second born's eyes - Lush lashes and the darkest of peepers with a sparkle that is unmatched. I know, it's a mother speaking - so please discount that, and this whole quasi blog entry.

I have no qualms about how nonsensical this is. I know it at least. I am not in denial.

I'll stop quipping now. I know it isn't funny. It is pathetic!

A-Z April - P for Percept

Once upon a moment

A tiny droplet

Slithered down 

Through slopes of the being.

It glistened like a pearl

Shone like a crystal

Plain - it was

An amalgam of sorts.

A transperant bead

Blending pleasure and pain

Perspective and perception.

It gathered in its light form

The luminence of experience

The lucidity of awareness.

Playing a dual role

With professional precision.

Once upon an instant

A small droplet

Packed mighty prowess

It glided down by the high cheek bone

Or perhaps by the blade of grass

Did it drop from the eyes or descend from the heavens?

Did it pierce through the crevices of the heart?

Or gathered from the cool mist of dawn?

Did it cleanse a grief

Or quench a thirst?

Perhaps it drenched the parched earth 

To feed the foliage

Or soaked the soul

Flushing the ache.

Once upon an inspiration

A little droplet

Dribbled through a thought

Dabbled with an outlook

Bringing forth a flood of fervor

Taking the shape it is contained by

Morphing into a muse.

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A-Z April - O for One

 

Beyond words, where silence dwells

Where what we do onto others

We do onto ourselves.

Shift the angle

What's wrong, what's right?

While this Sphere rotates

Occur day and night.

Pleasure and pain

A cycle so entwined

One follows the other

With the misnomer 'Destined'.

Causal links we search 

Up and down

In this Ego,we let the love drown.

What's yours? What's mine?

In this maze divine

Would you know what unfolds

Or what tomorrow holds?

Where do you start

And where do I end?

We are underneath a seamless blend

In this dual bend 

Of Yan and Ying

Oneness is the only thing.

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