Back Seat

If you like to be

in the driver's seat

all the time,

try taking

the back seat

and watch yourself.

Driving your life

turns out to be

one way of viewing it.

The driver is the driven

in the larger flow of life

that hurtles down history

between the banks of

society and power

to finally merge in the

ocean of humanity.

Back seat is the choice

between driving compulsively

and watching as one flows.

Dialogue

To build a conversation

is to extend oneself

beyond the confines of preconception;

open self to receive unconditionally

to give from one's depth of being;

to flow into and with dialogue

is to swim with life's current

and not get drowned.

Mother's pain

Will you ever know 

a mother's pain?

They would have killed you,

had they known you to be mine.

I surrendered everything:

my life, my motherhood and

your right to be mothered, 

except your right to live.

Aging without....

-->

I feel like a wise old man

When youngsters bow in reverence;

I know they are looking for

father figures, not me.

I feel like a brash young man

When youngsters brush past me

In a queue at the counter.

I know they are in a hurry

To get things from life.

I feel like a junior

When senior citizens ask for

A helping hand;

Have I grown at all?

It is fun to age without

Maturing..

In Stillness of Time.....

It has been my lot

to put life back

into Clocks

that tick not

any more

They don’t like

the ghastly sight

of a Clock not moving.

But Time hasn’t stopped.

I suspect it never will,

except for the living

who keep repeating

the same script

from childhood to

oldage, of eat-drink-make merry

and marry-carry-tarry.

I am happy putting life

back into Clocks, not

having to dirty my hands

handling the living.

In the making

Image by Tony MF from flickr.com/photos/ny/2194223982/

The fruit is in the making
even when
it is not seen.
Sometimes the wind
cheats
to blow the tiny one
away.
It could be the clouds
that play truant
to roast the young 'un.
Or the rains
that cause
an early fall.
If it lives to ripen
and fall into your lap
it is truly
Nature's gift.
A gift is not something
you earn by
the sweat of your brow.
It's from a love in the heart
to a heart in love.
Then life is in the making.

Nibbling

It’s so relaxing to

Stop breathing wilfully

And let breathing take over.

Whenever it happens

I decide to do the same

With life

And it takes time

For me to realise

That I cannot decide.

I can only let it happen.

This morning the little bird

Chose to nibble

The tiny flowers

Of the potted plant

in the balcony.

Then it moved away.

Open the book

Image from www.nichirenscoffeehouse.net

I have opened the book
of my life
to find
some pages faded,
others with
bold footnotes
but none
blank.
Some stuck together
as though containing
secrets.
It's a drab story
sans thrills
and chases.
It always seemed
a life lived in half
by responsibility
ruling the rising
tide of passion.
.....
.....

What's the time like?