2012

Post-industrial civilization (1932-2012). It was fun (for some) while it lasted. An immense interregnum of anxiety and sorrow will now follow. Let us all seek to comport ourselves with compassion in these dark days.

Purpose

Doing things for those we love
Driven by memory of those we respect
In the company of those we enjoy

इश्क-ए-हकीकी

In the beginning, there is chaos
Awareness is a kitten
Playing with strands of thought
Desultorily

First it chases after this one
Then it chases after that one
The yarn gets all tangled
And the kitten gets stuck
And it doesn't care if its stuck
There is no cause to be free

इश्क-ए-मिजाजी is the succulent rat
That reminds the apathetic cat
That there is a point
To its teeth and claws

Then there is the chase, an ardent chase
Sometimes the rat is caught
Other times it escapes
Either way, if the chase is true ,
the kitten is left
In an empty room,
free of yarn

Of what use is the chase
That does not cleanse?

इश्क-ए-मिजाजी: love of some parts of the world

इश्क-ए-हकीकी : love while being in the world

On the persistence of Being

The reason
this differentiated existence
Endures
and
Recurs
Is that all regret
Is fungible

Doing by not doing

Little children come play in this field
Sometimes few, sometimes many
The field always remains

Dark night of the spirit

There is dissatisfaction with fullness
From having seen and having been

There is dissatisfaction with emptiness
From not seeing and not being enough

There is no refuge, save the emptiness
There is no escape, even in emptiness

There is no solace, save in the seeing
There is no purpose, only being

Beyond kensho

Having found the onion
We now begin to peel it

Some day, perhaps,
the onion too will go

Or endlessly remain