This Is Who You Are

Even hurry is within the crucible of stillness * Even panic echoes in perfect silence * Sadness is hugged from every side by joy so tight. * Not an achievement nor a reward is this: this is who you are – even before you read these words. * See that loneliness can’t help but be […]

Remind Me

A timeless overcast rainy Sunday before me. White birds flap across twilight greens making their way home. It seems like this moment contains eternities. I watch as tranquil pools of water are broken by raindrops that ripple across and disappear into tranquility again. The water has no fear of being disturbed, no preference for stillness. […]

View With A Grain Of Sand

My almost-five-year-old son is gradually leaving his magical world-without-words for our grown-up world where words obscure, and even replace, reality. A world where a dead stump of a word like ‘man’ does not change whether the body is twenty or forty or eighty. A world where every moment will feel like a previous moment because […]

Anicca (…And This Is How It Goes)

And this is how it goes: The landscape of your childhood goes first; then those who shared it. Your own memories turn transparent And one day, you go too. A gravestone – a name, two dates – marks your passage till rain and sun smooth it into bald-faced anonymity. The gravestone becomes a rock again, […]

How Kind The Universe

* How kind the Universe To allow this belief That ‘I’ am doing this Awareness – And to even provide the Light to see this! How kind the Universe To never point out to me This ‘Hereness’ so solid could never come from my flickering mind. How kind the Universe To never remind me that […]

The Empty Boat

There are very few poems that you can live your life by. Poems that grow with you as you grow older, revealing a different meaning at different stages of your life. Taoist sage Chuang Tzu‘s ‘The Empty Boat’ is one such for me. As I begin a new phase of my life today, engaging in […]

The Magical Zen Death Poems

Recently, in my new favorite book ‘A Tale For The Time Being’ by novelist and Zen priest Ruth Ozeki, I came across a little-known and very beautiful Zen custom. Traditionally, a Japanese, Chinese and Korean Zen Master would write a final poem or haiku when he was about to die. In the death poem or […]