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Your Pain

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Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break,
that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:
For his hand, though heavy and hard,
is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings,
though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which
the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

– Khalil Gibran

Chastise Me

woman

In the sweet silence
I heard a sparrow spake
Of rumours and ramblings
carried in the chilly wind.

It seemed I hardly took a step
And the wind had carried
bleak words and outrageous lies
to worlds unknown even to me.

Confounded and confused,
I was ushered to the courts
The vulture truly fit in costume; the judge.
The jury stand full of rattle snakes.

Alas, I have right to witnesses!
They march following in line
the ants, adhere to their queen.
One too many, yet all testimonies the same.

The prosecution is a scorpion,
Poisonous and hateful is he!
Sting upon sting I seem to lose breath
Revived only to be stung again.

Tis’ a fix you see.
The Queen ant is in cahoots with them all.
There is still but one: my counsel, the fox.
Cunning and swift is he!

But what case do I have in a zoo’ full of
Aspiring liars, thieves and cheats?
But wait! For I am yet to learn of the acquisition!
It appears I am accused to being unchaste!

Pray tell, what is my mistake?
Refusing to lay with the pigs!
For refusal to lay is not chastity
as much as it is to lay with a pig.

One chosen by friend, aunt and cousin.
Instated by religion, state and country.
Matched by unwritten books of requirements
Re-instated by society, mommies and daddies.

Yes I was chaste up until yesterday.
When once I laid with the pig.
Unchaste did I become the day I said nay to
The pig in a sty full of injustice.

Tis true, Tis true!
I am indeed unchaste!
begone dear chastity
with the pig and pewh.

-Khushbo

Try Again

Sunrise

The sun rises
The sun sets
The clock churns
Time goes on

Someone is born
Someone dies
Victories are won
Disasters strike

Calamities are overcome
Battles are lost
Hopes are won
Desires are crushed

The day ends
The clock is reset
Your chance ends
A new day is born.

Try again.

– Khushbo

Procrastinating for Vitamin D

Haplessly I so often find myself at a battle with none other than: myself. It seems when the lists pile up and there is more and more to do I have a “deep breath” moment, where I need to calm down and it is in this essentially important rudimentary need to breath that I tend to slip. Lost in the everglades of escape, trying strenuously not to think about the mountains of things to do. For now.

Endless cycle of convincing myself this is temporary, it will happen. Ya right!

I think my biggest set-back has become my goals list which quite often seems overwhelming for the allotted time. Endlessly I find myself falling into patterns of thinking about things that are on the list, not the ones I am currently doing now, but the ones I am not doing! Its a bottle neck of things to do, paths to follow to achieve them all. Multi-tasking, sorry to say, an epic fail at this point.

I am going to definitely do all that I have set out to do and it will be done by end of 2013 as planned. Right ho!

Fruitless addiction to stumpleupon, facebook and now wordpress is not the most directive way to resolve this “stopping to breath” state of things. Alright, it is not as fruitless as it seems. I do manage to breath and guess what from my station in the house, I get the optimal amount of sunlight. Which means despite the winter, I have oodles of Vitamin D!

Essentially, never be disappointed by your procrastination abilities, at least you wished your friend a happy birthday on facebook and stumbled upon some amazing poetry by Hafez, was it really such a loss? (Sorry forgot the Vitamin D, very important). No, no, not as much a loss as you may think it. Stop to breath, its not always procrastination, its a vitamin, a medicine too.

Be gone with the conformist defamers of procrastination.

Alright now I am going to leave the house…….

Dreams

Dreams. Dreaming big it seems is a modern day sin. I am an avid day dreamer or at least I used to be. It seems that all my day dreaming abilities have been renewed of late. I love going far and wide, doing the impossible and sometimes the craziest things, and catch myself smiling, “Thank God I did not actually do that!”

Some of us dare to dream big. I think that is where the danger lies. We need to trust ourselves and our ability to make magic in this world with those very dreams. What actually happens is, we second guess ourselves and hold a stronger belief in the roads too often taken. In essence we kill our own dreams if only to save them from the world. Almost as if a buried dream is safer then one out in the open for all to openly butcher. What if we do not succeed? How will we face ourselves and those that sought to “warn” us?

Then there are the few revolutionaries, leaders and philosophers that manage to keep it alive. I believe everyone in this world comes with an in-built package for absolute greatness because God does not make mistakes.  Then we are set free in the world as it consumes us and moulds us to the required specifications. At some point we start working so hard to fit in that we start erasing that in-built package, bit by bit until there is nothing left. Is it a survival instinct or just a ego boost seeking the appreciation of those around us?

It is often sad to see that a mere child has higher morals than most adults. We lose our creativity, our morals, and our dreams all in the pursuit to gain this perceived appearance of community. Which community are we really making such large sacrifices for? The same community that then gives us brackets to live within? Dividing God’s creation by race, religion and culture. I believe that these aspects of this world that were meant to make us stronger are what we have caused to veer us into the dangerous direction of stagnation and conformity. We have reached a point where following is so important that any direction outside our pre-set, over used and perhaps abused directions for career, marriage, and even happiness is simply wrong.

I have a soulful connection with everyone and anyone who has dealt with the murder of their hopes and dreams. I am guilty of this sin and I am guilty of conforming and passionately seeking the approval of a society that disposed of me at the drop of a hat for finally having the tenacity to say “no more”. I buried these dreams before they even had the chance to bloom, and now I find myself at a loss, I need them, I have to revive them. They seem to be long lost memories where only fragments seem to remain. I will find them. I will live them. I trust them. Start today, trust yourself and your higher in-built powers!

Dreams flow freely

When you come looking for sugar,
your bag will be examined
to see how much it can hold;
it will be filled accordingly.

~ Rumi ❤

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