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time with the Beloved
so precious
yet thoughts of the future come
and sets the heart a weary
the future projection
from what is of past pain
happening now
making time with the Beloved
obscured, not within reach
even with the Beloved standing
right here and now
in sight

surfacing emotions of
disappointments, upsetness
historic memories
pains, aches
moving somehow
mentally, emotionally
sometimes even physically
away from the Beloved
as if
the Beloved has gone away
when in fact
it is the Beloved whom has left
left the moment with the Beloved
right here and now
totally blinded
by shades of past and future
travelling in some non-existential boulevard
on Its own
somewhere far, far away
from the Beloved
in sight

yet
in quietly noticing
not murmuring a word
recollecting
reconciling
relapsing
both past and future
all happening already
realizing
the true Beloved
Itself
right here and now
a sudden vanish of senseless prediction
the lips curve in naturalness
as if delighted
smiling within the Beloved
and then smiling outwards at the Beloved
The Beloved & Its Beloved
thereafter
projecting onto the Beloved and onto Itself
and suddenly
It sees
for the countless
meeting the Beloved once again
there in sight
for the very first time, yet again
always, always refreshing
always, always anew
right here and now
always

feeling the lips of the Beloved
touching the face of the Beloved
caressing the body of the Beloved
stroking the hands and fingers of the Beloved
kissing the feet and toes of the Beloved
as Its own
meeting Itself
as Itself
within forms
as forms
yet not really
form

indeed
time with the Beloved
so, so precious

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Committed Wait

Some people say
‘I will wait for you’
Nice to be heard
Only to the fools

The wise would know
There is no such thing
As waiting only means
I’ve stopped living for you

For the one who hears
An innocent imposition
Suddenly bestow on him
A commitment not willing to be kept

What burden
One can’t even tell if dinner will be eaten
What more a lifetime
Of committing to another

What is being waited
Is it happiness, joy, love thereafter peace?
If it is so
Why the wait

How about
Just skipping the middleman
And start right now
With all that you’ve got?

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Arrived, or Not

Don’t expect to go anywhere
because there is really nowhere to go.

As the teacher once said,
“sorry kiddo, there is just no graduation ceremony”

To think I have to arrive somewhere
is to believe I have somewhere to go
somewhere to arrive at
in the future
when the future itself
does not even exist.

For where is there to arrive
when I have arrived
here and now
wherever I am
exactly where I have arrived
and then I notice
indeed, I have arrived.

Whether I believe it or not
is another story I would tell
of how I have arrived
or how I haven’t arrive
of an imagined past
or an imagined future.

It seems like
I just have to realise
I have arrived
And until I realised
I have arrived
only always, and all of the time
I am still imagining a past or a future
totally missing
where and when I have arrived
hence making me not arriving
anywhere at all.

Strange, isn’t it?

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For so long
It has been like this
You in your outrage
And me in my silence
Your outrage scorching me with fumes of fire
My silence, like a little bug inside you, eating you up noiselessly
Both defending by attacking
One loud, one silent
What is the difference?
Both refusing to budge.

And today
The same old pattern
Of you nearly in rage
And me nearly in silence
Your hands nearly shaking
My body nearly trembling
Yet suddenly in a moment of clarity, and courage
It was broken
Forgiveness no longer necessary
Because what was misunderstood before
Now understood and realised
And melted into agreement
As and in one
Only love that surrounds
As truth is then revealed
Finally responding to what has been requested
The one sacred statement
“How long more can we do this? Please come back here. Let’s talk now, and openly.”
Does it matter who said it
When both are now willing?

The nodding begins
The tones soften
And now there is a decent conversation
Between two wondrous adults
In the presence of compassion
In the pool of openness and wisdom
No longer difficult to admit shame
No longer difficult to express vulnerability
No longer difficult to reveal uncertainty
In the vastness of truth
How I have finally acknowledged your continuous concern
Finally understanding how you could never present yourself the way I had wished
That expectation no longer obscuring what was previously unknown
That you do care so much about me
And you love me that much
And you finally hear it through my words
How I am finally revealing, “I hear you, dad”
Speaking in the end,
“I am sorry, I was ignorant, and I know that now, dad, that it was all for me.”

We end up in hugs
In those familiar kisses
And you pick up your cigarette
And do that father thing again
I smile again
Because that is so typical you
And I say to you, “oh daddy, do tell me happy things!”
And you say to me, “Oh yes, now I will tell you happy things.”
How you had seen and hinted it
And how you ‘tried’ in your hints to save me
And how I was so quick to defend and not save myself
And I smile and say
“Oh daddy, I was a silly, silly little girl.
But be proud of me, daddy, for I am calm and poised today
Strong and wise enough and not broken like before
And there was no way that you could have influenced me
But thank goodness you did such a good job in being you
That I had no choice but be inspired by you
And had to just learn to be like you!”

You startled for a little while
And I don’t really know what you think
But I marvel anyway
Because you are always so full of surprises!

And I hug you again
Because I finally hear you
And I hug you again
Because you finally hear me
And we hug again
With your cigarette burning away
And then you sudden break away from the hug
To inhale another puff from your cigarette.

I don’t know if this is a completion
Or even a beginning for that matter
I have noticed you tend to forget
Occasions when we fight and make up
And yet does that really matter
I have lost so much of you
And gained so much of you
In each conflict and resolution
Where expectations separated us
And openness joined us back as one.

Today you are no longer hungry
Today I am no longer longing
We both meet in the middle
And embrace the misunderstood differences
Still there is work to be done
For those disowned parts of self
No no I am not talking about you
And not really about me too
But something that is both of us
And yet not really us.

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Free,
but still
trapped in the illusion;
does it mean, free?

Yet,
trapped in the illusion
and free;
does it mean, not free?

Aware and Awake to the illusion,
does it mean still trapped in the illusion?

The thing is,
can ‘trap’ and ‘illusion’ still occur,
when you are aware and awake to It?

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If it can be refined further, why stop?
If there is a little bit more, why not?
Not that now is not its best,
since it is always at its best
But if it can be perfected some more
why not clean it up anyway?

To give up means not given up before.
To forgive means not forgiven before.
To surrender means not surrendered before.
To let go means not let go before.
To accept means not accepted before.

Glowing, Blooming
as the infinite, limitless
Moving, Flowing
through and by
under and above
all encompassing, all embracing
Kissing
each created and uncreated
Delighting in
each appearing and disappearing.

Until Now is fully what is
with smile happening simultaneously
and no longer after,

If it can be refined further, why stop?
If there is a little bit more, why not?
Not that now is not its best,
since it is always at its best.
But if it can be perfected some more
why not clean it up anyway?

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What is the point of learning the ways of meditation, awareness, inner inquiry, forgiveness or any other tools for that matter if I do not practise it?

Likewise, what is the point of me preaching it over and over again, if I do not live it?

Yet, talking the talk, walking the talk, and living the walked talked are three separate things.

Talking the talk is where I talk and talk and talk about it and that is all there is – talk.

Walking the talk is where I walk and walk and walk the talk and that is all there is – walking, without much talking.

Living the walked talked is where I live and live and live what I have walked of the talked as a manifested action of what is realised from the walked of the talked. Then, can a talk; whether verbal or not; be finally possible now because of a walked talked from living the walked talked.

Living the walked talked is, Love Wisdom in action.

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Intimacy during communication can only occur with honesty, authenticity and clarity.

What I mean by honesty here is being totally naked in expressing one’s vulnerability; authenticity as in not covering up what is being expressed to make it sound ‘nicer’ or ‘beautiful’ or even ‘kinder’ to the ears of the other; and clarity as in, when one has honestly looked within and realised, and share one’s own learning with another.

In honest and authentic communication, powered by clarity in mind, what results naturally is kindness and of course, intimacy. All blaming, name calling, hitting below the bell stances gets out of the way because both willing to come clean with one another. It is about being able to even feel embarrassed in expressing what one thought was wrong or guilty of what has happened that in that moment of true communication, the feeling of embarrassment arising from the fear of being judged and ridiculed begins to mists away by the sheer courage to express honestly, authentically with clarity (without the finger pointing, of course) while being in true communication with another.

This kind of communication is void of attack or defence. Yet once bitten, always twice shy. Still, if there is no attempt of trials and errors, how does one learn?

Byron Katie is wise to remind that people who have realised themselves to share what they have learned about themselves with the people that they love, especially those who had seemingly triggered them. I used to ponder if it was necessary. Two days ago, I realised that while it was not essential but it does seem to uplift barriers and separation between people arising out of more in depth understanding of oneself and another. Of course, what I have realised is my business and totally nothing to do with anybody, but we are social creatures, and as much as we cannot have others understand us, but the very least that we can do is to openly express and communicate what we thought had happened and what we had later realised. By this, we are doing our part in nurturing ourselves, the other and also the relationship, be it between parent-child, teacher-student, husband-wife, and friends.

It is also important to realise, that to expect the other to understand and accept our realisation is blasphemy! And yet, once triggered, it is back to the drawing board again. As you can see, it never really ends, until it is finally undone.

I used to tease that it is much easier to ‘wake up’ in the midst of unconscious people because they don’t really care what you think and they will just point their fingers at you out-rightly, and because you are in the conscious inward journey, you would do your inner work if you are really serious about your own inner freedom – they become your gift. Of course, it doesn’t mean that we go around looking for triggers, but it happens anyway. I am also not saying that triggers are not possible amongst more conscious people, but it is just not so obvious. Triggers come from the subconscious; because if they were conscious, we wouldn’t have needed mirrors and wouldn’t have called them subconscious too. Like it or not, we are all mirrors to each other and carry the same load of garbage in the subconscious.

I learned the other day how my incessant effort of the inward journey has kept me to myself most of the time. Even if I had a realisation, I usually shared it with my teachers, rather than the person who had seemingly pushed my buttons in the first place. For that, my closed ones never really knew what went on in me and the sudden change in me seem such a shock to them that they thought I had joined a cult, had been brainwashed or worst, in some kind of denial. Perhaps, relating in the world, it would have been kinder to at least let them in on what I had learned about myself. Yet there is another thought, what has what I have learned got to do with them? Still, there are people who do care. This I cannot deny, and I also cannot deny that it is my believing into the thoughts such as ‘they don’t care about me’ (not in that way anyway) or ‘they won’t understand what I am talking about’ that propelled me to keep mum of my realisations only finding it safe to share with a selected few. Judgements, judgements. While there was much intimacy going within, but in the physical world, it seemed to create some kind of misunderstanding in behaviour even though in truth, nothing has gone wrong. They may not out-rightly express it, but their doubts show anyway in some form or another. Well, I can understand they need some kind of understanding of what was going on with the change and all that. I was, after all, one of them.

Yet, my communication of my realisations can only come when I have come to peace with that part of myself which bears the fear of being judged or ridiculed (from what I thought had happened but didn’t really happen). And of course, that too, has nothing to do with others, but much to do with me.

My communication with the world too has much to do with me, too. I am still in the world where communication and understanding is needed. It is much kinder to be clear about things and to bring my own clarity to the table so that they can be clear and also share the same clarity of what had seemingly happened; that is, if that is what they wish too. I can’t really wish the same for others you see, although that is what I would wish to wish. What they wish is totally beyond my control, so I can only work with what I can do and what seems right to me. And wouldn’t that be enough, at least for me? Someone told me once of an excerpt he learned from a movie, “Freedom is nothing, when you can’t share with it someone else.” And freedom can only come with clarity.

I learned this, albeit a pretty hard way – that an inward journey is lonely – because the triggers and lessons are one’s own to come to terms with; yet the clarity and freedom derived after that is meant to be shared. It is not a doing, or a wish. It simply occurs in naturalness. No wonder gurus share. It is unconditional.

Still, what is the point of sharing with the world when I am unable to share it intimately with those closest at home? After all, charity does start at home.

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Dark Night – La De Dum

Dark night, dark night
La de dum dum
How often you visit
La de dum dum dum

Here you come and off you go
Totally uninvited
La de dum dum dum
What am I to do with you
Except to welcome you once more
La de dum dum dum dum dum

Am I dark or am I not
La de dum dum dum dum dum
Though the door is mine but you have the keys
La de dum dum dum dum dum

How real are you
How could I not greet you
La de dum dum dum dum dum
Come on in and have some tea
The sofa’s nice and comfy!

Dark night, dark night
La de dum dum dum
You can stay for as long you wish
Since not a courtesy call you give anyway 
La de dum dum dum dum dum
Your presence clear and crisp 
Oh dear, how dandy can you be!
La de dum dum dum
La de dum dum
‘here we go again – another exciting ride!’ 
is all that’s in my mind

Dark night, dark night
La de dum dum dum
Indeed a great companion you are 
Mending your nose into my affairs
I just so understand you by now
La de dum dum dum
La de dum dum dum 
In my mundane chores
Like an old friend really you show me your concerns
La de dum dum dum
La de dum dum
How could I not kiss your lips?
La de dum dum dum
La de dum dum
How can I wish for your departure?
You are like a force on your own
A touch and a go
It melts me in the core

Despite what it feels somehow
I smile at you anyway 
La de dum dum dum
La de dum dum
No longer am I caught by your unwarranted visit
La de dum dum dum dum dum dum
Do what you must
I know it’s your job
You are greeted, can’t you see?
I see you, Dark night, and I hear you once more
La de dum dum dum dum dum

You need not believe me, my dear old friend
La de dum dum dum dum dum
Your presence, O’ Lord, what sweet gift you bring!
And I love you so, anyway…

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When It Comes

There is really nothing I can do about it. 
When it comes, it just comes. 
And all that I can do is to be with it, stay with it. 
Because there’s really no way out of it until some light appears. And that really isn’t my call at all, it somehow just has its own timing.

As much as I can keep on searching, whether through others, the Internet, books; they all give me the same answers albeit some more creative than others. 
As long as I have not yet realized, there’s really nothing I can do about it.

Although it has very much to do with what I think is perfect out there that is causing my imperfection, yet if it is not because of my own sense of imperfection, how could anything ‘perfect’ out there reflect what is imperfect in me?

Should I –
get a Botox;
a plastic surgery;
a tummy tuck/liposuction;
an exercise regime;
a diet plan;
or perhaps some slimming pills?

How many times have these thoughts crossed the mind?
How many times have I attempted to try some of them?
Are they truly to support, or to runaway from the incessant pattern of not good enough, not perfect enough?

Even if I may find myself comfortable with the ‘ugliest’ man perceived by the media or society, it’d be soon I find myself loathing him; not because he is really the ‘ugliest’ but because that’s what I truly think about myself and at the same time, loathe myself for it.

Yet, is there anything I can do about it right now but to accept this state as it is – neither wishing for it to go away nor wishing myself to alleviate from it. 

It’s nothing personal really, but it becomes personal because this is what I am experiencing personally now, in this moment.

And I can’t really do anything about it now, until I’ve fully come to peace with it; until I’ve come to fully realize what all these is really about.

Since I can’t do anything about it, at least…
let my attitude towards it be wise and open – not to judge what is already occurring as in the self-judgement, the self-loathe;
let me have compassion and love for that self-bashing, self-hatred;
let me give respect and space, and listen to the little voice which has been suppressed since ancient times – though it can at times be so loud, so harsh, so violent, and sighs… pretty unbearable most times…

All iz well, all iz well sweetheart… 
I am listening, and I am here for you*. 
I am not running away, neither am I leaving you*. 
I am staying put here, with you*, until you* are finally and fully done with your* script.

Note: you* refers to the inner child within which is crying out loud to be heard and acknowledged, fully. 

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