All is His

The felt good and the felt bad, 

Both is an illusion.

The felt profit and the felt loss, 
Both is an illusion.

The felt approval and the felt denial, 
Both is an illusion.

The sense of right and the wrong, 
Both is an illusion.

The felt winning in the experience and the losing, 
Both is an illusion.

The felt love and the felt hatred,  
Both, is an illusion.

The felt solace and the felt hurt, 
Both, is an illusion.

I say it, as "felt" and not as is. 
As that's 'my' feeling in that moment. 
It stays true, just for 'me' and moreover, only for that moment.

What is, is to accept, both being an illusion. 
What is, is to, just be. 
What is, is just to -
Be Aware, Watch, Acknowledge, Accept, Embrace and carry the "knowing" within, that -

"It's just in the divine order." 

For and Against

Talking seems important,

Although, 'listening', definitely is.

Advising seems important, 

Although, 'staying attuned to the other', definitely is.

Development seems important, 

Although, 'nurturing', definitely' is. 

Discipline seems important, 

Although, 'openeness', definitely is.

Agenda seems important, 

Although, 'allowing the existential play', definitely is.

Resolving seems important, 

Although, 'acceptance', definitely is. 

Participation seems important, 

Although, 'witnessing', definitely is.

Strategy seems important, 

Although, 'going with the flow', definitely is.

Applying knowledge seems important,

Although, 'being intuitive', definitely is. 

Learning seems important, 

Although, 'unlearning', definitely is. 

Thinking seems important, 

Although, 'silence', definitely is.

Connecting seems important, 

Although, 'respecting the difference', definitely is.

Working for 'knowing' is important. 

Meeting the 'unknown with peace', definitely is. 

Moving seems important, 

Although, 'being in here and now', definitely is.

Doing seems important,

Although, 'non-doing', definitely is. 

Being, 'for' something, is not being 'against' the other.

Can we, just be aware and be non-judgemental of the moment. 

The Secret Seeking

Reading with a pause,
With no intention, to think over a clause.

A song played in the background,
To cut off the world, that's thriving around.

Dancing to a tune,
With no specific move, to attune.

That whole-hearted laughter,
being cathartic, and leaving no urge, to speak thereafter.

That glance at a huge tree,
and getting lost, at nature's beauty.

A stroll for no reason,
just being mindful, with no adhesion.

Watching the breath with full jest, 
that makes, no hurry, no rest.

Someone's presence, so full,
leaving a centeredness, dissolving every, push and pull.

That listening so complete,
gifting more in return, in the intention to give.

That doing so complete,
having no targets to beat.

No victory no failure just for completeness,
That practice to go beyond and experience the nothingness.

The self-acceptance so deep,
no approval, no rejection could make us creep.

Each moment as a beginning,
with no thoughts on the list, in the to-do, as pending.

No past, No future,
just here and now to nurture.

Isn't that the only, that we are, 'secretly seeking',
while running after, all that is tempting !

The bread and the baker

The naughty baker, asked the dough that was ready to be baked - 
How would you want to be? 
Do you want to be,  of a "perfect shape"? 
Or you want to be, "tastier even than the cake"?

The dough, exclaimed, and replied, oh!! I have a chance to ask what I want to BE; 
But neither I ask for a prefect shape,
Nor do I desire to become tastier than the cake.

The bewildered baker asked, so what do you want to BE?

The dough replied - No matter what I become, what matters is - 
Would I lie waste as leftover in a carefree man's plate or 
Would I satisfy the hunger and decide a poor man's fate.

Althemore

Some words unspoken, 

Some feelings unexpressed,

Brought some depth, that no knowledge would have unfold.

Those tears lost in rains,

And the laughters insane, 

Built an intensity; no trials, could withold. 

One strange path travelled, 

Few confusions having powers to prone, 

Gifted some clarity, no solace could have consoled. 

The dark night, that felt never-ending,

That promise broken for reasons unknown,

Gave me a direction; no compass, would have taken me abode.

Green with it's eternal life force,

Earth's nourishment since times undisclosed,

Fed my needs, that no soul could afford.

A song fell on ears in despair,

The poem that ran on paper from nowhere,

Grew a strength, no defeat, could ever erode.

Innumerable dreams, staying forever alive, 

Accidents messaging, there was always an outline.

Makes me believe in the purpose; no achievements, could have bestowed.

Few questions unanswered, 

An intense longing for things not known. 

Led me beyond; no training, could took me to board.

Those weren't just moments, 
but so much more at the core. 

This awareness gets me believe, in the creator; ALTHEMORE. 

Allow the grace to flow

So much in the journey we feel we need to learn and imbibe,

And we keep searching to become perfect and forget accepting the "own", in the ride.

The greatest thing, we could do, as I delve, 

Could be, "Love and acceptance, towards our ownself. 

Ohhh!!! Did I say, just, "our own self". 

Yes, wouldn't then it naturally flow, to the world, the rest of our whole-self ?

That's when, we would truly connect, 

And allow the grace to flow through, and let things happen as they are meant.

( In gratitude to, Sandy Dias Andrade , for an experience full of self-love and self-acceptance. 

And.. to one Dearest friend, Dr. Neeraj Rayate for expressing of, his quest that got this poem to flow through me.)

It's the purpose

It was years,

And, the Sculptor's scrupulous efforts had no bounds. 

It was years,

And yet, the statue in the making, had made no sounds.

One fine day, the Sculptor's Chisel slipped, crashing and crushing the statue, making hard dent.

The "yet to be a statue", went through the aftereffects, unknown of the ways to amend.

The Sculptor cried loud, "How could I ?", raising his hands up and looking at them, in distress.

Unable to take care of the shock, still figuring, "why?" and looking at the dent, feeling helpless.

And Imagine what happened? 

The helpless look of the Sculptor, turned to surprise!

The lifeless statue had turned to life.

The dent, had brought real tears, not even in the sculptor's, but even in the, "statue's" eyes.

Here is the lesson, to all lives, surfacing in might. 

For LIFE TO EMERGE, experiences might come that wouldn't seem right.

What looks like a mistake done, might just be an existential play in action, 

What looks like a mishap or misfortune, might have a larger purpose hidden.