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Why I Share

The reason why
I don’t share with you
other people’s stories
is because
they are not mine
not of my experience.

I share with you
my stories, my experiences
because
they are my direct encounters
which I have learned from.

The reason why
I share with you
my stories, my experiences
is not so
you can be immersed in them
or judge them
but
to invite you
to heed between the lines
to the essence of the story
of the experience
so
you may or may not benefit from it.

Yet
I learned
what I share
has much to do
with
my motivation
and
your openness
your readiness
your willingness.

And
I have to tell you
I am still learning
work-in-progress
about the world
from the world
in the world.

So
one day
when you find
that I have stopped sharing
do not be mistaken
that I have stopped caring
or have given up;
because
I have learned
and still learning
and
most importantly,
I have simply chosen
to trust
that you will someday
see it on your own
as I did.

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The Law

What do you want me for
when you say you need me?
You say,
as a friend
as a lover
as a companion.

Can you not see,
I am unavailable
for that.

Only,
for what you think
which you have not seen.

Without a choice,
I come
into your space;
you come
into my space.

Misguided,
with intent
thinking
what is ahead
is beautiful.

It is over
for me
as
the moment has passed.
Only a splendid dream
a fine dance
of what has happened
between you and me.

What are you still hanging on to?
An illusion with me in it
which I am not available for?

Can you not see,
it is beyond
what can be understood
until you realise.

You,
keep misunderstanding
what I say, what I do.
Can you not see,
I am not concerned
of
what you say, what you think.

But
when you misunderstand
you keep seeking
in me
from me
what I cannot give you;
that is why
we can no longer ‘meet’*
because
you
have mistaken
what this is all about.

Rise Up!
Or Leave!
For there is no other way.
It is neither my choice
nor your choice
or anyone’s choice.

For,
It is the Order
The Law
which makes it so.

*note:- ‘meet’ here is not to mean a conscious choice of physical meeting arising from wanting or not wanting; but to denote that the meeting between two (or more) is not possible due to conditions unfulfilled to the conscious wanting – or to rightfully put, conditions fulfilled in accordance to the subconscious/unconscious.

Wash Wash!!

Dancing, dancing!!
Celebrating!!
Can you feel them all??
Rejoicing!!
Hands in the air!!
Wings flip joyously!!
Skipping all in rhythm to this exceptional dance of wash!!

It is like a festival!!
A gala on its own!!
Making merry the euphoria!!
Wiping certain the slate ‘till clean!!
Can you hear the “squeak” “squeak” sound??
Can you hear the “woosh” “woosh” sound??
How exciting all this is already, to be in the Bath!!

The sparkling tint of nothing!!
Emptiness, hollowness, non-ness!
Ooooohhh…. can you hear my ecstatic scream!?!
Naked, nude and bare!!

I know how the feeling,
I know it doesn’t feel good;
Just be a little patient,
Without wanting otherwise!

It is great to be right here I tell you!!
Such marvellous delight to be here!!
And ooooohhh… what honour dear Beloved!!
To witness this de-coating!!

Just a wash-wash procedure!!
Where there is scrub-scrub, brush-brush and wipe-wipe!!
Later when the sun-dry routine is all done,
You will know what I mean!! 😀

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Mistaken

Could I have mistaken
you being here for me
or
me being there for you?

Your happiness
relevant to me
because
it seems like
my happiness depends on yours.

You
there
moving and speaking
as you like
with consideration
without consideration
beyond my control
do you not see
your speech and action
is breaking me apart
and
ambushing me to the corner?

Yet…
what does my trigger
got to do with you?
Then,
why are you still explaining to me?

You are
what I see you to be
yet
deep in me
I know
what you are
in this moment
I can never figure out
lest I am where you are.

 Still,
none of my business
for
as long as I am triggered
here
in my space
it is for me to work on
and nothing to do with you.

Do you feel misunderstood?
Needing me to understand?
the little me and the little you
never able to grasp
the whole picture of
the world
its purpose
until…

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I remember that abandonment was one of the hardest processes that I have had to go through during my journey. Occasionally, it still visits but its stay and intensity has lessened tremendously and I cannot help but credit this to my partner playing his role. Not that he has abandoned me or left me (which is impossible, by the way), but his role in our illusionary marriage by honouring himself has tremendously served my transcendence of this pattern.

Many of us don’t like this state and it is very natural of us hence to beg and find ways for our partners to address to our insecurities by hoping or expecting his or her responses to fulfil our needs for security and assurance; failing which, unpleasantness will surely proliferate between a couple. While this is helpful (the assurance bit) in the initial part of the relationship, how long can this go on? I remember my insecurity issue shooting rocket high in the initial phase of my relationship with my partner, and trust me, my partner had a hard time, although he would always answer to my queries again and again until I reached a state of assurance and security, at least for a while until the whole cycle began once more. As much as the defiled state seemed to wither for a little while, when another similar situation arose again, the same drama replayed itself again. I remember that it was after my little one was born where there seemed to be more stability, but that did not in any way alter the deep sense of insecurity within, except that attention was directed elsewhere. And soon enough, worse dramas would surface (which it did) in order for me to learn the lesson. Else, I guess I wouldn’t have embarked on my inner journey.

Two years after I have embarked in the journey, I had only managed to touch the surface of abandonment. My breaking point was this night sometime last year, when I got home after dinner with some friends. Realising my partner was not home and his not picking up the phone made the already-present feelings more intense. When he finally returned my call at the same time sensing that something was going on in me, he offered to come home. From the sound of his voice, I knew that his wish was to spend time with his buddies and his offer to come home to provide comfort was a mixture arising from an act of kindness, obligation and guilt which is indeed a very much repeated pattern in our relationship. While I was quite sure that his act of coming home will definitely comfort me to a certain extent, I only told him to honour himself – and that meant, I left it open to him to honour what was true to him at that moment. Believe me, his decision in not coming home made the already-intense discomfort magnify beyond a million fold. Choosing to attend to this discomfort differently (instead of subscribing to the usual ‘bloody betrayer’ attitude), I embraced the entire process without judging or wanting it to be any different. Yes, it was painful to the point that I thought I might just pass out due to its intensity. But, I survived it and something shifted inside the very next day. I trust that it was the cultivated practice of taking responsibility which made it possible to continuously turn the radar inwards instead of succumbing to the ancient pattern of blame and attack, thus is the pattern somewhat broken.

Thereafter whenever the same state surfaces whether in similar or different storylines, it feels much easier to deal with though the intensity at times can still be overpowering. Yet, it has come to a stage where I can no longer believe in it anymore. And I could not have surpassed this if my partner had not honoured himself that very night and all the other times where his actions were perceived earlier with the idea of being abandoned. My partner’s act of honouring himself time and time again, has become an act of support for me in order to transcend the ancient, old patterns; albeit differently defined from the common meaning of ‘being there with or for you’.

I am aware that people may misconstrue the meaning of this story I am sharing here as if giving rights and support to men or women to do just about anything that does not give considerations to their partners. If one is merely reading this story and missing the essence thus using this story as an evidence to back up his or her own motivation to walk away or to behave in a totally inconsiderate way towards the partner without evaluating or truly recognising his or her own intention, then what he or she has is ignorance at play. It will be soon when shit hits the fan, where he or she will not be able to ignore the tremendous amount of guilt within him or herself and this, has got nothing to do with the partner.

I am not saying too, that it is necessary or even wise to leave the partner in order for him or her to learn his or her lesson as that is not within anyone’s control except one’s own. One can behave in one hundred ways or tell a hundred people on how he or she doesn’t see wrongness in this or that or even reason that he or she is helping the partner to go through his or her inner process (which is total bullshit by the way), but one can never lie to oneself. It is not about ‘helping’ the partner to learn his or her lessons; but only in our own lessons. Perhaps it will be helpful to clarify that each time my partner honours himself by doing whatever he wishes to do, he is totally oblivious to what is arising in me and it is my choice what I choose to do with what comes up in me. Hence, I would say that his choice of honouring himself in situations has nothing to do with me, but his own sense of peace.

It is not about doing things differently on the outside that lifts us up from the plate of guilt, but what we choose to do within. Until I see that within myself with clarity and also see the intent of each of my actions, then only can I be authentic not to succumb to my partner’s sense of unworthiness but by playing the role of support of being physically present or not. Otherwise, it is just unworthiness playing with unworthiness – the guilty playing with the guilty; and this is an insidious pattern that plays out in relationships.

Anything played out in naturalness from the space of love and joy is best, and it is for those with the sincere wish to transcend old patterns will they courageously tread this path of looking inwards. The path of liberation is not about staying with someone, or leaving someone; not about the rights or wrongs; for each relationship played out is already a manifested manifestation. It is too not about the other having an affair outside or turning gay just to have my lesson learned. If I have an idea that I am being abandoned when my partner goes out for breakfast on his own without me, then at this point; which will be a very trivial issue to many; is my point of liberation when I begin my inner process.

To me, it is about growth, evolution and liberation. How serious are you about your journey?

p/s: – please stay tune for part ii.

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Health

The fool takes care of his body because he is afraid to die;
the Master takes care of the body because He knows it is an instument to serve.

~ GG ~

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Recognising Me

It will be soon
You’d
recognise me

And
You will realise
You can no longer
define me
although
my experiences
my patterns
what You may still perceive
may be familiar

Yet
You’d know
You’d recognise me somehow
though
still indefinable

Because
the Precious is revealed
Finally
Your eyes open
to see
who is in front of You
behind You, beside You
in You

And
You will realise
how You’d no longer have a choice
but love me

Simply because
You have reconciled
and recognized
You.

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Echoing Essence

Put together
for forgiveness
for undoing
aligned with the journey Home.

Yet when one does
and another doesn’t enough
progressing
not as quick as the other.

Another one appears
resonating
finding solace
within the deeper realm.

Still no motive found
for purpose here is never another
yet this can only be valued
by hearts returned as one.

As paradoxical as it is
what carries inner – the same
is what remains apart
the two.

This that unites the spirit
what remains
hearts unspoken
yet already understood.

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Cycle of Creation

dancing flamboyantly
to the music of each bearing
each seeking out for another
completion of its sequence

each meet resonating
yet no compromise is fused
for the tainted cannot meet the untainted
there remains a space

until such is found
the missing piece of finishing
allowing the completion in sculpture
to be broken down again

such is its make-up
the bit, the whole, the ruts
Constructing – Whole – Destruction
back to nothingness – zilch – nil

an end as it eradicates
another beginning it inaugurates
closing off, initiating
all over again, and again…

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Collecting Evidences

Have you ever experienced before when you approach someone to address a discomfort within you, or to resolve a situation and what you get in return is a whole bucket of evidences and facts thrown at your face of how you were the one who had done and said all things wrong without you even knowing it, making it impossible to state your case of dissatisfaction?

Well, I was one of them, as in one who collected evidence either in paper or in memories, bringing them out in the open without hesitation always 110% all the time surely to win a confrontation or a battle coming forth to me.

I recalled many incidents where close friends and I are at a dispute and due to my reliable memory bank then to bring out incidents where I was ill or unfairly treated always made them stunned for a while as if making them realized that they were the perpetrator and I was the victim and the innocent one being wronged. At the end of any confrontation, they usually conclude that I was so good at arguing that they could never win me, or that there is no point in arguing with me because I was always right. Darn right I was! I had all the evidences and facts even in form of papers and emails and sms-es! It was the same exact case how I succeeded to have my ex-superior suspended from a bank from my skillful accumulation of evidences to the Human Resources Department proving how she would victimize and verbally and emotionally abuse her staff which included me. Yes, that happened, and it is not something that I am very proud of today when I recall the whole experience of it.  There was also once where I was in a foul exchange with one of my friends through email some years back, I printed out the email and read it over and over many many times, as if to remember this incident and to keep this email so that I could throw it back at her face if she ever comes forward to confront me about it. That was how treacherous I was in protecting my sense of righteousness.

I never really knew how the other parties felt because as long as I was right, I won. And I could never be wrong since I am the one with all the collected information with proof. It didn’t really matter to me how they might have felt as long as I was in a ‘superior’ position bearing the torch of righteousness. And being in that space, it made it easier for me to ‘forgive’ them and approach them to tell them, “aww… let bygones be bygones, my dear friend… I love you and our friendship means more than just a fight.” Makes me feel right now how I was like a tiger hiding beneath a sheep skin. After a while, I was told that some of them were afraid of me, which I never got to understood why. As long as I got what I wanted, that is, to remain right, I was alright and didn’t really care. Thankful though to good friends who reminded me to ‘let it go’ and soon, I found myself throwing all the evidences into the rubbish bin as to keep all these in the mind was somewhat a burden.

Yesterday’s encounter with a loved one brought me to the other end of the pendulum where I was the one ‘wronged’. Although I am sure that her intentions was not that but to bring clarity to the situation, but it reminded me of my past behavior of how I used to treat my friends, even my ex-superior. Although I cannot deny that at the level of the world, what I held (or in this case, what the loved one held in her space) was only the truth of the situation, but I could not deny too that there was guilt in holding up to whatever evidences that I had in memory or in paper, which in truth was actually upholding my sense of righteousness – so that I can never be made wronged or attacked. For that, I realized that I must have hurt my beloved friends and also my ex-superior although my ex-superior was not someone I fancied very much at that time. Never mind about whether I am actually fond of anyone of them or not, but the mere fact of my act of keeping evidences and records as if collecting bullets secretly was already a sign of getting ready to fight. Like a soldier waiting for war to happen and armoring himself with more than sufficient ambushes before the war actually breaks out, failing to recognize that I was already at war with others in a very subtle sense. And of course, by setting that very intent itself, war becomes true in my space. Reminds me of this saying that still water runs deep. How true.

I am indeed humbled by this experience which allowed me to be in the shoes of another albeit in a different storyline. It allowed me to see my past error; that I needn’t be right all the time and it doesn’t mean that anyone is wrong either. It brings me back to a more humane level where natural compassion arises for myself, others and also of the situation; to truly listen to cries of others and myself rather than to defend myself so quickly without even giving a chance to each other to authentically express what is truly in each other’s space.

I’ve come to see that it is not the right and wrong of a situation or even in the context of a person since there is no really such a thing anyway. I’ve come to realize that what is truly dear is the cherished space of all our own inner cries, truth and innocence emerging through others and this too, applies to those in our space.

This is an error that I have finally come to recognize, and am thankful for the blessed opportunity to realize it.

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