tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-333343272024-03-06T20:49:42.850-08:00The Still MindWords to Confound, to Enlighten.
Words to Question and Contradict.
Words to Calm, to Unsettle.
Words to Speak, to Silence.
Words to Still the MindAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-56832781839998402472014-07-02T11:58:00.000-07:002014-07-02T11:59:14.528-07:00Patchwork Heart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I've had the idea of a patchwork heart for many years now but didn't know how to put it in a poem exactly. I finally started working on just writing what I felt in prose in January and worked on it quite a bit to try and get it into a poem but things just didn't seem to work out. The words weren't right, the rhythm was wasn't there and the feeling wasn't being conveyed.</div>
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Then forgot about it until a couple of days ago when I stumbled upon it again in my notes.<b> </b>Somehow this time it came together in a matter of a few hours. I really do like how it sounds. I'm tempted to expand it a little more but don't want to mess with it right now. It conveys what I want in a precise and succinct manner. I like that.<br />
In a sense it's inspired to some extent by a sufi song written by Gulzar sung by Rekha Bhardwaj.<br />
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The lyrics in the closing stanza are:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">राख से रूखी, कोयल से काली </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">रात कटे ना हिज्राँवाली </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">दिल सूफी ये था, हम चल दिए जहाँ ले चला </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">तेरे इश्क में हम चल दिए.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Raakh se rukhi, koyal se kaali </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">(Coarse and dry as ash, dark as the koyal bird) </span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Raat kate na hijrawaali </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">(This night of separation is difficult)</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Dil sofi yeh tha,</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">(But this is a Sufi heart)</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black;">Hum chal diye jahaan le chala.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">(And I follow it wherever it may take me)</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Tere ishq mein hum chal diye</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">(In your love I follow it) </span></span></span></div>
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And here is my poem in a similar vein. <br />
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<b>Patchwork Heart</b></div>
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A patchwork heart lives on my sleeve<br />
Beautiful in it's crooked way.<br />
This patch work heart is painful<br />
And I seem to have no say.<br />
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It's seams are ripped<br />
with every fluttering beat<br />
Every feeling seems so raw.<br />
It's black and blue<br />
and beaten up too<br />
With many a beautiful flaw<br />
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The more it breaks<br />
the more it holds<br />
This patchwork heart it grows.<br />
It hurts so often<br />
my fears lose hold<br />
As newer paths it shows.<br />
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It shelters within<br />
a bright blue flame<br />
That leads me to salvation.<br />
But my patchwork heart<br />
lights me on fire<br />
And calls it my liberation.<br />
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--Megha<br />
1st July 2014</div>
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An old school education for a new generation. Perhaps at least a little bit of this is what our world needs.<br />
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-Megha<br />
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;">When we say that we feel for another, do our hearts really ache? Does someone else's laughter really flow through our breath? Are we really empathetic or are we just lying not realizing that if we could really feel another's feeling, Life would be so overwhelming, so expansive and so amazingly explosive? Perhaps in protecting ourselves, we're losing out. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;">This is a simple one is o</span><span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;">n empathy and compassion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Andalus, serif;">On feeling one's own pain completely and on truly feeling another's.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; line-height: 115%;">Let
them feel the pain that inflicted it.<br />
And let them know they were the cause.<br />
We shall see then,<br />
How many in this world lack empathy<br />
And who is without compassion.<br />
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Let them fix the hearts that broke them<br />
With patches of their own misery.<br />
We shall see then,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; line-height: 115%;">What
heartless men</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; line-height: 115%;">Steal others' hearts with no remorse. </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Tempus Sans ITC'; line-height: 115%;">-Megha (2nd July 2013)<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes I sit and close my eyes and withdraw from everything around me. It sounds selfish and self centered but most of the time, the more I withdraw, the more I open up to everything else.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The more I withdraw, the more I cease to exist and the more I feel a part of everything. Every little cell of my being becomes open something I don't understand and it fills the very substance of what makes me. And when I open my eyes, it becomes very difficult to not fall in love with the world. Slowly this feeling fades but I always remain hopeful that someday that feeling will become a permanent part of me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That some day I will be hopelessly lost and drenched in that pervading essence that I experience. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><u>Dissolution</u></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Every atom of my being is open,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To your tenderness and dispassion.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To your silences eloquent, open</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And to your words spoken</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That which is me,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Obscure and Darkened.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To be born at your wheel</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Waiting; Misshapen </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In your hands</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Molten</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To your resolve</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hardened.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And then I'm broken</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like un-fired clay</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Reshaped, reborn </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And woken</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And still</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To your grace open</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For you grateful and hoping</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">--Megha (16th March 2013)</span><br />
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Thoughts on the occasion of my birthday.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Birth</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>Born in August<br />
I'm a child of fall<br />
Of a time of change.<br />
A transformation of colours<br />
Pursues me.<br />
Of dying leaves and<br />
Emptying Boughs.<br />
Those crows with beads<br />
On their feet have departed<br />
As the blue sky, like a Mother,<br />
Gathers her tufts of gray,<br />
It turns dark quicker than it did yesterday.<br />
A quiet rain is to follow.<br />
Muted but wild.<br />
With no fight left to finish,<br />
All that remains is to relinquish existence.<br />
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In the frigid winter<br />
Hearts drawn on frosted windows<br />
Are snatched away by layers of ice.<br />
A cold breath exhaled<br />
The final sip of water<br />
What survives is long gone.<br />
Asleep somewhere perhaps<br />
To awaken again someday.<br />
Or is Death the true awakening.<br />
This is the darkness that we all come from.<br />
Like a mothers womb<br />
It nourishes us until we are ready<br />
To live again.<br />
Whether it is the interval between plays,<br />
Or the play between intervals,<br />
A tragedy or a comedy,<br />
Whether we like it or not,<br />
Darkness follows the spotlight<br />
And a change of costumes follows us from the moment we are born.<br />
---Megha (08/30/08)<br />
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Seeking to be alive also means feeling contradictory emotions at the same time.<br />
Is the pleasure causing the pain or is the pain pointing at life?<br />
Sometimes pain is a milestone that one needs to go through to get to the other side and sometimes pain is like a little sharp pebble stuck in your heel cutting you while you walk on your happy path.<br />
Being in love can be painful, sacrificing something for good can be painful, birthing a child can be painful...being born is perhaps at least uncomfortable! :-)<br />
This I can say for myself: turning from outside to inside is comfortable, easy even. But turning back from inside to outside is sweet pain ..unbearable.<br />
The crossroads where pleasure and pain intersect are indeed mysterious and how we are all drawn it them.<br />
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<b><u>Saviour</u></b><br />
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Be not my Saviour<br />
Be not my friend<br />
Be a Lover not companion<br />
I'm not here to mend.<br />
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In this dark night turn not your face<br />
Up at the stars<br />
Look down at me instead and gently stop<br />
My beating heart.<br />
For in your gentle kisses on my lips<br />
I am born<br />
And on a bed of dreamless nights,<br />
Melting,<br />
To your rhythm I dissolve.<br />
Toil and seek mercilessly<br />
Let humility be found<br />
In the releasing of tears<br />
And in being unbound.<br />
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Walk with me a while Love<br />
And sing with me a song.<br />
Then reach out for my waiting heart<br />
And break it until it's gone.<br />
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Then..<br />
Let me go.<br />
Be no saint to this sinner,<br />
Be not my friend.<br />
Be a lover not companion<br />
And be cruel to the End.<br />
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--Megha (1/1/13)</div>
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Maybe it's just me but Life has a way of flying by even as I take a moment to inhale the wafting scent of jasmine or absorb the twinkling smile of a child. Even as I live in each moment, Time seems ruthless. But I suppose that is the beauty of it all. The knowing that we exist for a tiny blip in the timeline of the universe. Knowing that even though in the grand (I mean really really grand) scheme of things, it doesn't matter if we existed or not but in our reality our existence of course means everything.</div>
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And then on top of everything, some moments seem surreal...they seem so precious that it's hard to believe that they exist at all. To me these are the most intense moments in my life. They are moments when I felt truly loved or when I was truly loving. They are moments without prejudice, of complete surrender and of complete acceptance. Some are moments of clarity or genius when everything laid out in front of you makes complete sense. And they may not necessarily be happy moments. Whatever their content or reason, for me they tend to be such passionate moments that I wonder at how we ever exist without them. They make us. They make Life.</div>
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This is a poem about moments:</div>
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<b>Precious Moments</b></div>
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Precious moments</div>
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Intense moments</div>
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And moments of open arms.</div>
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Dreaming moments</div>
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Fleeting moments</div>
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And moments when we aren't</div>
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Compassionate moments</div>
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Silent moments</div>
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And moments steeped in the stark</div>
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Only moments</div>
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Of Life</div>
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Of reflection and redemption</div>
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Of hearts</div>
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Bruised and golden</div>
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Our moments </div>
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Blue and raw</div>
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In moments </div>
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We truly dissolve.</div>
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--Megha (23rd Sept '12)</div>
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This was written a few months ago for my Sounds of Isha (Seattle) group. I wrote it in Hindi first and then attempted to write a similar one in English. I didn't want an exact translation but much rather preferred that the essence come through. The last 2 lines of the english version used to read:<br />
"And in my own destruction finds<br />
Me Alive"<br />
And that somehow did not fit...I didn't like it. I think what I have now is better. If you can read and understand hindi it would be cool to see what you think of the two different versions.<br />
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भरे मेले में छुपी एककी सी<br />
खुली सराय में दफ़न गुफा सी<br />
शाम होने को है फिर भी है दूरी सी<br />
चैन में धड़कती बेकरारी सी<br />
कुछ होने को है<br />
कोई हल्ला या घनी ख़ामोशी सी<br />
मखमली अँधेरे में है मदहोशी सी<br />
रुके हैं हम क्यों रूह ने ली उड़ान सी<br />
कोई जीने को है और है किसीकी<br />
तबाही सी<br />
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A Paradox. Of the existence<br />
Of celebration with solitude<br />
Of an immenseness within emptiness.<br />
The night is upon me and<br />
These distances are yet to be overcome<br />
A restlessness stirs within my peace<br />
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Something is to happen<br />
A chaos or a bottomless quietude<br />
Drunk on the darkness within<br />
I'm still but my Soul...It soars<br />
And in my own destruction finds<br />
LIFE<br />
--Megha (9th Aug '12)</div>
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Sometimes it feels like change is upon me. In fact I always feel like things are in a constant flux and I quite welcome change. But sometimes I feel like I've worked hard for some change and worked long and that yet it is not enough. I feel like I'm on the edge of a precipice of change and yet I'm about to miss it's happening and will get sucked into something else.<br />
This is a poem about change, about going from death to rebirth and about longing for a much deeper change within; from slumber to wakefulness.<br />
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<b>Winds of Change</b></div>
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Winds of change blow down the streets tonight,<br />
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And although the night is warm and the skies are clear,</div>
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The rain that is to come will wash me down with it</div>
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Soon I lay my body down and watch the final procession</div>
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The pyre, I watch as paper turns to ash and I disappear</div>
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Into the trees, the grass, the stone and dirt</div>
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And soon enough I will rock myself awake</div>
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And cry innocent tears</div>
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Dance and sway and perhaps look like a madman.</div>
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How many lives I wonder</div>
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How many times have I done this!</div>
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Foolishly, How long have I been lost</div>
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And how long before I'm found again?</div>
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I've longed for lightening, the thunderous strike</div>
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Oh! How much longer before it rains</div>
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So this slumbering seed inside me begins to stir</div>
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Pulling life from the I in me until</div>
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I am not and never again will be</div>
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---Megha (13th Feb 2012)</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">As summer has left us here in Seattle and we're enjoying the wonderful winter weather! :D I thought posting a poem about spring might be nice.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">This poem about spring that talks about more than spring. It's not about hope but about knowing what is surely going to happen someday.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">It's also about love. I imagined a love between the Sun and the Clouds and of how even though we might think of them as opposites (metaphorically) but in another world perhaps they could be lovers. Written by the Cloud</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b>Spring</b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Soon it will be spring…</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The trees will blush in the arms of the sun;</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Just as I would in yours.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Leaves will curl out of their cold bosom</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">And bathe in the warmth….until they turn gold</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Soon the sweet nectar of life will flow forth</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">As the sun and rain spin magic.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">One eclipsing the other-back and forth</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Jesting and mocking</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Then embracing.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Like lovers, spent</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Watch, as across the still sky</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Sprouts forth a smile in seven colours, content</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The trees will blush…Soon</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">It will be spring.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">----Megha</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-33383578245059184962010-09-13T22:11:00.000-07:002013-01-16T22:10:47.816-08:00Travels<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are times when we feel like we're making the same mistakes again....except we aren't. Times when we feel like inspite of our decisions being right, they feel wrong intuitively and the things we most want to get way from are the things that we also crave the most. <br />
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Life itself seems like a journey where even though we may have learnt much, we feel still like there is much much more to learn. We start at the beginning and no matter how hard we try, we just come back to the beginning realizing that life is too magnificent, too vast and infinite for us to grasp with our little hands. </div>
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Like the Red Queen's race in Alice in Wonderland, "...it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run atleast twice as fast as that!" :-)</div>
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This poem is a sense of my travels so far:</div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Travels</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Having freed myself</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Why do I now desire</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Most deeply to be bound?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Having scaled the peak</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Why do I now crave</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">To come back down?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Or perhaps I have fallen</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Instead</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not risen, not freed</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Still am I tempted</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And no longer sure</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Of what I desire</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Have I woken or</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Am I just dreaming yet</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Another dream?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Searching searching</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I thought I had found </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">‘Twas an obsession</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And in it I am now ground.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maybe in circles I have</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Been walking</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thinking I’m going </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But only returning</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A wayfarer for lifetimes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It seems I have been</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At each birth, only to come back</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to the beginning</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The empty pull inside me</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Holds no bounds.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So I start over and over</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On a path where</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Beginning is End</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and the End is a Beginning.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">--Megha (09/13/2010)</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-85261054914680524902010-08-31T13:48:00.000-07:002013-01-16T22:11:18.560-08:00End of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;">A grave little poem to go with the grim September weather of Seattle. I really don't know where this came from, but somewhere inside, this is what it feels like. As usual I write from my experiences....but I don't know what experience would cause me to feel like this. Enjoy anyway! :-)</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Looking ahead,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">At Life in front of me,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A vast ocean I see.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Quiet, Serene, Deep and still Blue</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Solemnly I sit at it’s banks,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bathing in the racing darkness.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Waiting for a promised Ferry</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eloquent in it’s silence</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It beckons me to begin</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Without Ferryman or Light or</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Even the Wind for my sails</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My feet hesitate and</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My steps are unsure.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">For I know that when,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The black waters embrace</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This skin, surely</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am to drown in it’s passion</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is no other shore to this Sea</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There is nowhere to arrive</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But a journey must be begun</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The darkness is complete,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The waves hasten to</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tug at my shores</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But I push them away for</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Another day</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Moon rises and I wish</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Upon all the stars</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That my Ferryman may soon come</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So my travels may end</span><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-51997810368701233032010-03-29T13:04:00.000-07:002010-03-29T13:09:37.145-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Learning to be Mad</b></div><div><br /></div>In September of 2009, I went to McMinnville, TN along with 274 other people from all over the world to participate in an event that would potentially allow us to have experiences that are not so much in the physical realm. I arrived at the Isha Institute of Inner Sciences (iiis) along with 3 other participants a few minutes after 6pm (and late) on a Thursday evening. The days that followed were typical of any time spent with Isha meditators...full of surprises. Which is one of the reasons why I cannot speak of all the activities we did. :-(<div>There were about as many volunteers as there were participants. This place was buzzing with 600 odd people half of whom (the volunteers) were trying to make things happen in the most perfect way for us. It rained cats and dogs most of the time but that didn't deter them from bringing us food or the awesome hot teas that they are so good at making. As usual everything was so well coordinated that 3 days went by very quickly. I slept in a place consecrated by Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev known as Mahima hall at night. It's a huge hall with a red dome with pillars only around the periphery and none in the middle. Even though I probably slept only about 5 hours each night, waking at 4:30 each morning I always felt well rested. There's something special about that place that every time I go there I don't need much sleep to wake up fresh as a dew!</div><div>For 3 days, we did things that would have made us look so crazy to the outside world. For 3 days we looked within ourselves and found ourselves not just inside but outside; in every person, stone and leaf. Even in the wind and clouds and the wonderful rain. My tears didn't stop flowing for 3 day...I wasn't sad, just overwhelmed by what I was experiencing. I felt so foolish for being the way I was and the way I had lived. I believed that looking inside means cutting off everything that outside provides because these outside forces are distractions. In the process I had really stopped living. As my tears washed off these imaginations and prejudices I had, something inside of me grew bigger and bigger to encompass everything that ever existed and allowed me to melt away completely. Unfortunately these experiences did not last long. This was just the jump that Sadhguru was providing so we could (as he puts it) see what lies on the other side of the wall.</div><div>I don't know what other people experienced and I'm sure all of us experience different things or even the same thing differently but all of us came out on that Monday with a fresh set of eyes and a sense of how one can live joyfully, without effort if we just remember the experiences we had and how much they meant to us. The programme is called Bhava Spandana... which literally translated means a reverberation of senses/emotions and it definitely made my resolve to continue on the path I'm on much stronger. Here's a poem about that experience</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:13px;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; "><b>How Foolish</b></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">The night is warm</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">And the skies are clear.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">But the streets are rife</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">With winds of change.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">The rain that is to come</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Will swallow us soon!</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Completely drenched we will be</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Like babies or madmen</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Rocking or dancing or screaming in </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Ecstasy or anticipation.</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Ready to put our bodies down and watch</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">The Final Procession</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">As wood turns to ash, watch</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Ourselves disappear and melt into</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">The sky, the sun, the rivers, the stone</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Into somebody else and into nobody</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Foolishly how long have I been lost</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">And how long before I'm found and gone again?</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Oh! how much longer before it rains</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">And lightening strikes this slumbering seed inside?</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">Pulling life from the I in me until</div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">I am not and never again will be. </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: left; ">--Megha (2/28/2010)</div></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-66306417797620050682009-11-17T14:47:00.000-08:002009-11-23T19:05:09.477-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>7 Months of Meditation</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>In March of this year I remember struggling with a lot of things in life. Mostly my emotions and my hyper-critical nature was making living with myself a little difficult. I wrote a post then about my encounter with Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev and was planning on taking the "Inner Engineering" course. Well, so I did take it in April and have been meditating every day since then. It is now 7 months and no part of me wants to give up the 1/2 hour I spend on my inner wellbeing every day. I wonder where Isha was all my life and why it took me so long to find something that worked for me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>First off, I have done a few yoga courses and tried my best to continue with them but somehow it didn't work for me. I couldn't find in myself the sincerity or the resolve to do any of the practices I was taught. 7 days of Inner Engineering did not somehow transform my life, but it stuck with me. The Shambhavi Maha Mudra Kriya that I was taught seemed to be what my body and mind instinctively accepted. Somewhere inside of me something decided that this was it and whether I liked it or not and whether it was convenient or not, I would not give up. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I didn't always understand what (if any) transformations were happening to me and initially I thought I was just imagining somethings. But in the first few months I had the experience of falling in love with almost anything. The woman on the bus, the homeless man who smelled really bad, the trees, even the pavement...animate or inanimate, all I could feel was love ( and I wasn't trying). I'm not saying that my most irritating colleague suddenly became closest to my heart. All I can say is that I felt love for everything.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A lot of the times I struggled with a wandering mind...especially if it was the end of the day and I was very hungry and had to do my Kriya before I could eat dinner...sometimes all I could think about for 30 min was FOOD! It's bad.. I know! :D</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>At some point after a few months of practice, I became better at all the techniques and my back hurt much less than it did the first time. On more than a couple of occasions I had the experience of partial dissolution of the body, i.e. I couldn't feel my arms or legs or most of my body for maybe 10-15 sec. It felt so wonderful to not be so physical in existence. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I think everybody has their own set of experiences with Shambhavi. These are mine. It's definitely worth the time and effort. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh and of course VOLUNTEERING! Once you take a class, you can volunteer for upcoming classes and you keep learning and learning and perfecting what you've learnt. I'm a Virgo...while I don't believe in astrology to a large extent, still a few things are true for me:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1) I like work</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2)I like to aim towards perfectionism</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3) I like to be in the background and make things happen</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Volunteering was wonderful for me. I could work so that I could give back what I received. Make the class as wonderful an experience for the new Meditators as it was for me. While volunteering, I'd feel as if all the volunteers were on single entity and we had dissolved to create what was happening in the class. I was nothing, a nobody and yet something had come out of me!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The last class I volunteered for was held in Olympia, WA ( a new center). 27 participants and only a couple of men. On the last day..the closing day, I remembered how grateful I felt on the last day of my class for the gift I had received... and then suddenly I was feeling what the entire room of women was feeling. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Now, I've grown up in a environment full of men, been a daddy's girl, haven't really had a sister and had more guy friends than girls. I just didn't get women and still don't completely understand them and here I was feeling all the feminine energy around me and tears rolled down my cheek for the last 10 min. WOW! Women are so wonderful! It blew my mind away! I wanted to go and bow down in front of them and say, " You women! You are just fabulous!"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-78312465980689044772009-06-03T17:39:00.001-07:002009-11-23T19:07:04.098-08:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I derive a lot of my descriptions in poetry from the world around me. My last poem "<a href="http://vinni.co.in/2009/05/decide-already/">Decide Already</a>" included some descriptions of images I see practically everyday. Just thought I would post them on the blog.<div>I can't show "cracked water on a frozen sidewalk" or "white trimmings on edges of leaves" because it's summer here in Seattle and in the images below, I'm sure the statue isn't very cold :D and of course the trees aren't very bare either....but here they are anyway!<br /><div><br /></div><div>Cold Statue on a High Pedestal</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM53aMEwpyzjsquyhJTwwESmydv96Rq290oP_0quAeemnIcKK2hHG2S5LaiR7ssWiRna43rHhYN282fWkJBznfOykCn0nSyzpK9-J0XoB9dFsjdxDaoGL0dqybfkLvcTSErl_BOw/s1600-h/P1060020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM53aMEwpyzjsquyhJTwwESmydv96Rq290oP_0quAeemnIcKK2hHG2S5LaiR7ssWiRna43rHhYN282fWkJBznfOykCn0nSyzpK9-J0XoB9dFsjdxDaoGL0dqybfkLvcTSErl_BOw/s400/P1060020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343267869520657426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkvE0Boo6QU7_HAfahVw5lE9fljNkQ8mqW-h7AQxQC25LdfarzWrqjmlyZbHR0l4MbIRFKBJdhxwUbCJb3DfmQbcx0Sge9n-zQT8sHQHlHOvK_Wqyue5n-Tlu54SBDrtKlT8BAQ/s1600-h/P1060019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkvE0Boo6QU7_HAfahVw5lE9fljNkQ8mqW-h7AQxQC25LdfarzWrqjmlyZbHR0l4MbIRFKBJdhxwUbCJb3DfmQbcx0Sge9n-zQT8sHQHlHOvK_Wqyue5n-Tlu54SBDrtKlT8BAQ/s400/P1060019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343267862674022386" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Bare trees behind a Purple Haze:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPb0LBnMbMBDXbQRSxAKMiQ-JQu5-BuaR3J98pavQgAtJ8Rf5CgF0E4vMKgO2gvxTZLfFn_dbJ-tFbOG2Ke_gH5j5ObTLG1Zn7yAf9tGzLPbscGCsJhyphenhyphenBi79tRzJb9xybTjpcMA/s1600-h/P1060026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPb0LBnMbMBDXbQRSxAKMiQ-JQu5-BuaR3J98pavQgAtJ8Rf5CgF0E4vMKgO2gvxTZLfFn_dbJ-tFbOG2Ke_gH5j5ObTLG1Zn7yAf9tGzLPbscGCsJhyphenhyphenBi79tRzJb9xybTjpcMA/s400/P1060026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343267422192673762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKruwEBrYe4M39dHniHrQ-mzBZ92sfrn1-spxLzWwHcZXJNNnEWhN4_FKtj64QGwUfBYAt3Amyw_9px8b0ioXvbACoR9f5hUloKXC2vm55-oLq7HEmYcko6LKy8m7DUVxeFtJVlw/s1600-h/P1060024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKruwEBrYe4M39dHniHrQ-mzBZ92sfrn1-spxLzWwHcZXJNNnEWhN4_FKtj64QGwUfBYAt3Amyw_9px8b0ioXvbACoR9f5hUloKXC2vm55-oLq7HEmYcko6LKy8m7DUVxeFtJVlw/s400/P1060024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343267420685212914" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6AmPpwL8uYGoWr_d3V_4u13rTy6XKA697Ml-yqfyeBj-GkYhrFh_gQIaKbghWBYhaLdEYWDt4l6eCTgza676QM4hEp0tU5VYFLq_gDQwMUttJmQDmWF_AHUCuGm8c9BNk04Scw/s1600-h/P1060026.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"> <div style="text-align: right; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-52147184223137268572009-05-12T10:37:00.000-07:002013-01-16T22:12:16.939-08:00Decide Already<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-55613130107671647902009-03-25T12:00:00.000-07:002009-11-23T19:07:59.443-08:00<div><br /><embed src="http://blip.tv/play/gr1tppo4iLxg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="160" height="150" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed><br /><br /></div><div>Over the past month or so I have been struggling. I am a very critical person and tend to criticise every thing, animate and inanimate :-D ...including myself. Sometimes it's very difficult for me to live with myself. So I decided to stop thinking so much and not be critical of things and that has definitely made me a happier person. But it is difficult to do....to not think, for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Out of the blue, yesterday, I went to a talk by Sadguru Vasudev who happened to be visiting Seattle. I've been to many talks and have heard many sadhu's and saints speak and when I sat down in the hall after a long day in the lab, I was not in a very receptive mood. </div><div><br /></div><div>Still Sadguru Vasudev was the best I've heard so far in the sense of how he applies yoga practically to the problems of todays world. He talks of uncluttering the mind (which all the great sadhu's tell us to do) ...but somehow he says it in a way that seems more achievable to me. And I slowly began to listen to him. </div><div>I have always believed that a persons joy should be independent of all external circumstances. A persons happiness should not depend on their spouse, children or other relatives, neither should it depend on ones job profile, salary or vacation time. While a good personal life and a good work life can bring immense joy, we should not be dependent on these things entirely.</div><div><br /></div><div>He gave an example yesterday where he asked us to remember how many time we had been genuinely happy in the last 24 hours. GOOD QUESTION! Then he said that when we were little children, we were probably always happy and that somebody had to actually do something to us to make us sad. Joy, was a natural state of being. Then by progression, it means that by the time we are 30, we should have been exploding with happiness......but this didn't happen. Why were the equations reversed? Where did our mind change?</div><div><br /></div><div>We can be happy whenever we want, wherever we want. This isn't other peoples decision...it should be yours. Choose to be happy inspite of the chaos. Just thought I'd share the thought. He has many videos on youtube also, so check them out and see if you feel the same. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm planning on taking his "Inner Engineering" course in April, if I can sort out my commuting issues....otherwise I'll have to petition them to hold a workshop near my area. </div><div><br /></div><div>Getting to the center isn't a problem but coming back home is, since not many buses run directly to my place(University District) from where it's going to be held (i.e. in Factoria) that late at night.</div><div>So people in Seattle/Bellevue/Redmond/Renton area, if you are going or if you know somebody who's going, please let me know. I would very much appreciate a lift just to the nearest transit center and I only need it while going back home. </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-80766811159204453982008-11-25T16:47:00.000-08:002013-01-16T22:12:35.984-08:00Touch<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">bewitched and scared</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">angry and forgiving.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">Like Poison Like Love</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px;">-----------Megha(09/07/05)</span></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-54515021435015034962008-08-23T13:58:00.000-07:002008-08-23T15:11:15.666-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MOTHERHOOD</span><br /></div><br />This I believe. Motherhood is a big step. It should be by choice and not force or chance.<br /><br />Many women risk their lives to end a pregnancy that is unintended or dangerous . It is indeed a difficult decision to make. I believe that these women aren't doing it just because it is a convenient thing to do but they are doing it due to pressing life circumstances.<br />In 2001, there were 6.4 million pregnancies in the US. Of which 3.1 million were unintended. 44% of the unintended pregnancies ended in a live birth while 42% ended in an abortion.<a href="http://www.howmuchtime.org/main.cfm?actionId=globalShowStaticContent&screenKey=cmpKnow&s=howmuchtime">[1]</a> That would mean that if abortion were illegal, about 1.3 million women in the US would have no choice in the matter of their own reproductive rights. It would also mean that women and mothers getting illegal abortions would be criminalized and possibly be sent to jail. <a href="http://www.howmuchtime.org/main.cfm?actionId=globalShowStaticContent&screenKey=cmpHappens&s=howmuchtime">This</a> website asks anti-abortion activists the question, " If abortion is illegal, what should the penalty be?"<br /><br />While it is safe to say that most women these days use atleast one method of contraception, some of those methods are not very effective. Suffice it to say that while we do need to improve accessibility and generate awareness about these methods, it does not make much sense to take away the right of a woman to decide whether she is capable of sustaining another life.<br /><br />A lot of pro-life activists say that abortion is the taking of a life but refuse to realize that no woman would go through the process unless she had absolutely thought about what she was doing.<br /><br />This I believe. Abortion, for many, is a difficult choice to make. It should however remain.....a choice.<br /><br />Dorothy Fadiman was taken to the ER because of a botched illegal abortion after her doctor refused to provide her with a safe abortion.<br /><br />In 1991 she created an award winning trilogy "From the Back-Alleys to the Supreme Court and Beyond" that covers the abortion rights issue beginning from the time when it was illegal through the struggle for legalizing it to the current situation and the fight to keep it legal.<br />You can watch the important extracts of the trilogy (27 min) or the whole thing (about 2 1/2 hrs) <a href="http://www.thepowerofchoice.net/watch.html">here</a> .<br />If you are pro-choice this documentary will help deepen your understanding of why the protection of this choice is imortant.<br />If you are pro-life, please take 30 min to listen to the other side of the story and understand what women go through.<br /><br />----Megha (08/23/08)<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-21983552374472885792008-08-15T13:05:00.001-07:002008-08-15T13:05:54.010-07:00Vande Mataram!<br />Happy Independence Day everybody<br />---Megha<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-49130556682374449582008-08-13T17:39:00.000-07:002008-08-15T13:05:14.674-07:00 <br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht0"><span id="hye9" style="font-family: Verdana;"> Children. Why do we have them? I'm talking about biological children and I'm looking beyond the basic instinct to procreate. Is there a reason?</span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht1"><span id="hye90" style="font-family: Verdana;">How true are the following statements? </span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht2"><span id="hye91" style="font-family: Verdana;">We have kids because they are a source of happiness.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht3"><span id="hye92" style="font-family: Verdana;">I want a child because I want a little person that is in my own likeness.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht4"><span id="hye93" style="font-family: Verdana;">It makes me happy to see something I've helped "create" that has my eyes, nose, hair etc.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht5"><span id="hye94" style="font-family: Verdana;">Because having a child feels like a miracle.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht6"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht7"><span id="hye95" style="font-family: Verdana;"> However, are those reasons enough? That is not to say that children do not make us happy, they absolutely do. But how is it that in a materially oriented society where we are so unemotional with everything/body else but when it comes to babies, suddenly we talk about miracles?</span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht8"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht9"><span id="hye96" style="font-family: Verdana;"> Also, are those the REAL reasons? So many couples do it because "they are supposed to". So many people do it for what I think are the wrong reasons. So many people do it even though they might not be able to provide for their expanding families.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht10"><br id="hye97"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht14"><span id="hye98" style="font-family: Verdana;"> One day, during a conversation with a colleague of mine, I told him that I did not want any children of my own. I wanted to adopt. He called me selfish and went on to lecture me about my debt to society and to my parents. In his view, the reason for my existence was because my parents made a choice and so, being indebted to them I must repay this debt by having my very own biological children. Well what about those children that need parents. I really don't feel entitled to bring another soul into this realm unless those that are already here get good homes and families!</span><br id="tc20"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht15"><span id="hye99" style="font-family: Verdana;">"Well, in that case," he said, "you should have one biological child and one adopted child." WTF! Is that really how society thinks?! And what if I want only one child? A lot of people I talked to also believe that the first child should be biological and the second adopted. Seriously, are we discriminating against children that aren't made from our very own DNA?!</span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht16"><span id="hye910" style="font-family: Verdana;"> <br id="tc200"> In my mind, very biological child I have means a lost opportunity to parent an adopted child....and that according to society is selfish.</span><br id="tc201"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht17"><span id="hye911" style="font-family: Verdana;"> Hinduism believes that by reproducing, we allow our ancestors to be reborn in human form and give them another chance at salvation (or whatever we're supposed to be doing). And if we (or more precisely the men) don't do what we're (the men are) supposed to do, then upon dying, our souls enter the realm of "Put" from where there is no release (i.e. the soul is in some deep shit!). This seems more of a scare tactic to me. I wonder if an impotent man or woman was looked down upon back in those times? I wonder if this “you must have children” thing was done only so a man could prove that there was nothing lacking in him. And if there really was something lacking, then there were alternate routes provided to help with the issue. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht18"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht19"><span id="hye912" style="font-family: Verdana;"> And everytime I ask a question, I get provided the means to answer it my self. As I was working on the few paragraphs I've written, I got a little dose of baby time from everywhere. The first was a labmate of mine who just a few weeks ago had a baby and brought her in to work so every one could meet her. I noticed the interaction between parents and child (even though she was in VERY deep sleep). The parents were both tired but happy. Recently someone else I know had a baby and of course the parents are happy about it.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht20"><span id="hye913" style="font-family: Verdana;"> Then I got invited by a couple to a barbeque. They had 5 children. The oldest was probably somewhere in the mid to upper teens and the youngest was probably around 6. As a big family there was lots of work to do but everyone was lending a hand. It was a relaxed and happy atmosphere. Were any of those children adopted? I don't know, but I don't think so. Would they be just as happy if the children weren’t their own? I’d say you’d have to be a really narrow minded and small hearted person incapable of true love to not be happy. </span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht21"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht25"><span id="hye914" style="font-family: Verdana;"> Why this reluctance with giving a child the love and affection it needs? Why label an orphan as someone else’s mistake and hence not our responsibility? Are we so shallow that we somehow think that our children are superior because they are our own flesh and blood? Why do so many people believe that if you adopt a child, then there is something "wrong" with you? Are we using our children to prove something? </span><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht26"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht27"><span id="hye915" style="font-family: Verdana;"> Shame on us for submitting to the ridiculousness of society.</span><br id="pr3w">----Megha<br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht28"><br style="font-family: Verdana;" id="n6ht29"> <div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-79540938183101771282008-07-01T11:40:00.000-07:002008-07-01T11:47:26.149-07:00Started this over a week ago. Added some stuff last week and then finished it on a flight to Los Angeles. My brother got married to a beautiful person. I wish them fulfilment out of life and beyond and each other.<br />And although this poem had nothing to do with them since it was triggered by completely different circumstances... I dedicate the last two lines to them<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;" id="ms6u0"><b id="ms6u1">Questioning Faith</b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Back to square one<br />But it feels like<br />The end back<br />Where we started<br />It's the beginning of the circle<br />Except<br />It becomes<br />Smaller.. each time<br /><br />So hard to live<br />In the moment<br />When it lays<br />Waste<br />In the Past and Future<br />I see<br />The broken person<br /><br />The fury and tears<br />And the frustration<br />With Love<br /><br />Anger at insensitivity<br />And selfishness<br />One sin sent to right<br />another<br /><br />I think<br />I am<br />Better<br />Alone<br />Not unlike God<br /><br />But unable to give<br />And forgive<br /><br />I think<br />I have<br />Lived<br />Much in love<br /><br />But as tears go unseen<br />My love<br />I your hands<br />My heart unheard<br />Dies a silent Death<br /><br />That brings us to<br />The End<br />Where Love<br />Begins<br /><br />Outside of it<br />We all but<br />Die<br />So what glory is there<br />In breaking tethers<br />When Love is<br />All we are.<br /><br /><br />----Megha (06/26/08)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-5921458379866582192008-05-01T18:03:00.000-07:002008-05-01T18:17:04.285-07:00The two strongest negative feelings we as humans have are of anger and betrayal. I hated these and so chose to not feel them and in the process cut out all emotions from my mind. There was no other way. And so I never loved. For a long long time. Not even once. To open my heart to love meant to open it to anger, hate and jealousy also. So I built a wall around it and left it there. But my heart, it wished to be alive.<i id="wozi1"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></i><b id="wozi0"><i id="wozi1"><br />Wishing For a Heart </i></b><br /> <br /> I’m cold. Shivering. <br /> Wishing for a heart. <br /> Wishing that with all that I’ve given, that I could give some more. <br /> Wishing for once that I would not think. <br /> That for once this blade that cut me would make me bleed. <br /> This skin that was red and white that trembled and burned, yet never bled. <br /> Wishing the fragrance in my hair that was stolen be stolen again. <br /> Like felines one agile the other powerful, predators on the prowl, <br /> Wishing that they might be prey to one another again. <br /> Silent; this cold heart, yet it screams. <br /> This mind, unthinking, yet calculating. <br /> What trap have I set for myself? <br /> That the more I free myself, the deeper it ensnares me. <br /> And still…..I wish. <br /> For a heart. <br /> <br /> --------Megha(October 2005)<br /><br />When I say "wishing for a heart" I don't mean for another persons love, but rather I wish to have a heart myself. Hope it makes sense.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-58768458283415492482008-04-22T12:59:00.000-07:002008-04-22T19:02:21.372-07:00I wanted to write something on my childhood. It was spent with very few toys. The only toy I really had ( and infact still have) was a pink bear. As a solitary kind of kid. Even though I had a tonne of friends, I loved to spend time alone. Just looking at stuff. I think my parents preferred that I spend time outside instead of inside. And they never got angry if I came home covered in mud as long as I had fun.<br />I spent a lot of time on trees. The unwritten rule between my brother and I was that if there was a tree, we had to climb it. He was and still is better at it than I am...although getting down is a whole another issue. Another rule was that if the tree bore fruit (mangoes, guavas, jackfruit) then they had to be stolen. I was never allowed to accompany him to these expeditions since they usually occurred at 4 or 5 AM. He never got caught!!! Although I think he has been chased but never identified. If I had a house with a yard with trees, I would absolutely allow the neighbourhood kids to steal the fruit...it's a part of childhood. I might even fake chase them. :-)<br /> I also spent a lot of time with insects; caterpillars, ants, butterflies, dragonflies, spider. We hung out with scorpions and snakes even, although not in very close proximity. Lots of different kinds of birds, squirrels, mongooses were common. Yeah it was wild! Occasionally I'd dig out some dirt in the backyard and wet it with enough water to make it mouldable like clay and make stuff out of it. Of course I had to break it down and clean up the mess..but playdoh wasn't on my list of things to buy. And no , I didn't get sick. I think it helped my immunity.<br />And just as soon as it started, it was all gone. Sigh! I wish I was a child again.<br /><br /><b style="font-family: Georgia;" id="bbbz">Easily Distracted</b><br /><br /><span id="twoo" style="font-family:Georgia;">The dancing wind, </span><br /><span id="auyi" style="font-family:Georgia;"> Turning everything</span><br /><span id="v-x1" style="font-family:Georgia;">Inside-out, Upside-down </span><br /><span id="nhyv" style="font-family:Georgia;">My umbrella and the sound of rain</span><br /><span id="kzf0" style="font-family:Georgia;">Wet, drenched </span><br /><span id="ie-:" style="font-family:Georgia;">To the soul infused</span><br /><span id="ov1g" style="font-family:Georgia;">And on a branch perched </span><br /><span id="kxz5" style="font-family:Georgia;"> A king on a throne</span><br /><br /><span id="p3_t" style="font-family:Georgia;">Caterpillar walking, my finger tickled</span><br /><span id="r2c-" style="font-family:Georgia;">Spiders weaving webs, waiting, sparkling</span><br /><span id="eaqy" style="font-family:Georgia;">Ants working, a string, single-minded </span><br /><span id="k1nf" style="font-family:Georgia;">Of black or red</span><br /><span id="u3xk" style="font-family:Georgia;">Leaves burning, falling, burning</span><br /><span id="xksy" style="font-family:Georgia;">The feel of mud on little hands</span><br /><span id="r4w:" style="font-family:Georgia;">And the scent of burnt grass</span><br /><br /><span id="n7d-" style="font-family:Georgia;">Running after the remains </span><br /><span id="nbu6" style="font-family:Georgia;">Of a dandelion,</span><br /><span id="ivn-" style="font-family:Georgia;">Mesmerized</span><br /><span id="qvdi" style="font-family:Georgia;">By hovering humming birds</span><br /><span id="rbuu" style="font-family:Georgia;">Or dazzling dragonflies</span><br /><span id="t3me" style="font-family:Georgia;">Spellbound by butterflies</span><br /><span id="ycsy" style="font-family:Georgia;">A pebble in a well</span><br /><br /><span id="wvra" style="font-family:Georgia;">Squirrels chased or a cat stalked</span><br /><span id="ynci" style="font-family:Georgia;">Up in the branches</span><br /><span id="k-cq" style="font-family:Georgia;">With the sooty crow we flew</span><br /><span id="c45_" style="font-family:Georgia;">A breath taken, A veil dropped</span><br /><span id="ecy1" style="font-family:Georgia;">A heartbeat in silence</span><br /><br /><span id="n9ye" style="font-family:Georgia;">The quiet sounds we heard as children</span><br /><span id="k_6d" style="font-family:Georgia;">The symphony. </span><br /><span id="ehd:" style="font-family:Georgia;">It ends before it even starts</span><br /><span id="hyai" style="font-family:Georgia;">Bewitched by the world</span><br /><span id="am-y" style="font-family:Georgia;">Above and below</span><br /><span id="z_11" style="font-family:Georgia;">Engrossed.</span><br /><span id="fmro" style="font-family:Georgia;">Distracted</span><br /><span id="chuc" style="font-family:Georgia;">By Childhood</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://sindol.blogspot.com/</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00237979391041449908noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33334327.post-34371241467662098462008-04-16T11:25:00.000-07:002012-09-19T18:52:20.821-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Prayer</span></div>
<span style="font-family: arial;">Every time we pray, we ask. For strength or happiness or health or success. Sometimes our asking is directed toward an idol in front of us. We go into a temple or church and kneel and bow our heads. For we feel that whatever this idol symbolizes, controls things that are out of our very human control.<br />We give our god a form by looking at him/her through messengers or deities that imbibe the powers that we do not ( or we think we do not) hold so that he/she becomes more comprehensible to our limited(or so we think) intellect!<br />And then some of us decide that if we can't even understand what god is, we shouldn't assign a form to that god. The form only gets in they way of what we really want. I agree with that<br /><br />But then what do we want from life in the end? Really. How long will our material acquisitions keep us happy? And aren't we perhaps being greedy by continuously asking? And when our wishes are fulfilled, how do we give back to god? Burn incense, donate our time or money to charitable causes?<br />Maybe god sees it as a good thing to do, but has anyone asked god what he/she really wants?<br />I mean supposedly there is an entire universe to take care of, does he/she need any help with that besides our little charitable attempts?<br />Hindu's believe that the divine is responsible for creation, sustenance and destruction. It's a cycle that gets repeated over and over again. And the whole point of that is...? God knows...I sure don't!<br />I guess we are really giving a hand with the destruction part for now though.<br /><br />All I know is that I was born and now I have to live until I die. If some good comes out of my life...that's good. And if I die uncared for or unloved or unrecognised...that's just fine.<br />Will I be happy? I think so<br />Does it really matter? No<br />Will any one really care? Not really besides me!<br />Feel free to share your opinion.<br />In the meanwhile <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X82orzYExCc&feature=related">here</a> is a Sikh prayer (with translation)that I really really really like, because it doesn't ask for anything. These are the opening lines to the Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji.<br />In my mind they are beautiful and no matter how many times I repeat it, when I get to the end, I want to repeat it again and again and again (sometimes my brain is like a gramophone stuck on a record). If you're wondering whether I'm Sikh, I'm not and it doesn't matter. Just like idols can get in the way of what is really important, many times the same is true of religion.<br /></span><br />
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<b id="zzb6">Mool Mantar</b></div>
<div class="western" id="llg0" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="qnt-"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ik Onkaar</span> </i> </div>
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There is only one God </div>
<div class="western" id="zn6a" lang="en-GB" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="sh73">Sat Naam</i></div>
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His Name is Truth </div>
<div class="western" id="s90_" lang="en-GB" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="x-_8">Karta Purkh</i></div>
<div class="western" id="ovwj" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He is the Creator </div>
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<div class="western" id="rp83" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="bxsl"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nir Bhau</span></i></div>
<div class="western" id="xisn" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He is without fear </div>
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<div class="western" id="jcop" lang="en-GB" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="hf.:">Nir Vair</i></div>
<div class="western" id="pd-d" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He is without hate </div>
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<i id="tsjy"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Akaal Moorat</span></i></div>
<div class="western" id="t9qa" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He is beyond time (Immortal) </div>
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<div class="western" id="my9m" lang="en-GB" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="ha-b">Ajooni</i></div>
<div class="western" id="lji0" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He is beyond birth and death </div>
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<div class="western" id="w.qc" lang="en-GB" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="xisc">Saibhang</i></div>
<div class="western" id="pgsj" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He is self-existent </div>
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<div class="western" id="f2ix" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="vnmf"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gur Parsaad</span></i></div>
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He is realised by the Guru's grace.</div>
<div class="western" id="ih4j" lang="en-GB" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
Jap</div>
<div class="western" id="ih4j" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Recite this prayer</div>
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<div class="western" id="jk_-" lang="en-GB" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="a3qm">Aad Sach</i></div>
<div class="western" id="mar8" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He existed in the beginning and was the Truth</div>
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<div class="western" id="h488" lang="en-GB" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="twkb">Jugad Sach</i></div>
<div class="western" id="a80e" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
He has been existing through the ages as the Truth</div>
<div class="western" id="m6od" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<div class="western" id="sg5y" lang="en-GB" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="rww3">Haibhi Sach</i></div>
<div class="western" id="o_o-" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Even now he Is . The truth</div>
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<div class="western" id="c3r7" lang="en-GB" style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="li5c">Nanak ho se bhi sach </i></div>
<div class="western" id="ae0z" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Nanak says that this Truth shall forever be.</div>
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<div class="western" id="ot17" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="l5eq" style="font-weight: bold;">Sochai soch na hovayi je sochi lakhvaar.</i></div>
<div class="western" id="ot17" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Cleansing the body cannot make the mind clean.</div>
<div class="western" id="ot17" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<i id="m.7i" style="font-weight: bold;">Chupai chup na hovayi je laye rahaa livtaar.</i></div>
<div class="western" id="ot17" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
The mind cannot be silenced by remaining silence continuously. <i id="qbsk"><br /></i></div>
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<i id="qbsk" style="font-weight: bold;">Bhukheya bhukh na utari je banna puriya bhaar.</i></div>
<div class="western" id="ot17" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Greed cannot be ended by being given an abundance of wealth.</div>
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<i id="gaff" style="font-weight: bold;">Sehas syanpaa lakh hohe ta ik na chalai naal.</i></div>
<div class="western" id="ot17" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
Even if ones cleverness was to become infinite, this intelligence and shrewdness is not the way to God.</div>
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<i id="lipw" style="font-weight: bold;">Kiv sacheyara hoyiyai kiv koode tuttai paal.</i></div>
<div class="western" id="ot17" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
How can one be true and pure enough to be on the path to God?</div>
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<i id="cyef" style="font-weight: bold;">Hukam rajaee challnaa Nanak likheya naal.</i></div>
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By leading life according to God's will.</div>
<span style="font-family: arial;"><br />PS: I've added a link to YouTube for the song from the movie Rang de Basanti. If you missed it in the text, here it is again:</span><br />
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