Attention, attention, attention!

So many things require our attention every day. One moment we are doing something and within a few moments, we run with our minds to do other things. To do lists don’t even begin to attend the way our minds run in countless different directions. We lose our attention, our focus, our awareness and go…

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How to be a poet

The labor of writing poems, of working with thought and emotion in the encasement (or is it wings?) of language, is strange to nature, for we are first of all creatures of motion. Only secondly — only oddly, and not naturally, at the moments of contemplation, joy, grief, prayer, or terror — are we found,…

One Art – Poem by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places,…

Where is ‘me’?

I’ve been afraid of fame, for a long time now. Of people knowing my name. I like being in the shadows, I’ve stayed anonymous on the internet and loved it. Today, reading a poem by Hafiz led me to thinking. Where is ‘me’, where is Aditi? It’s just a name, a vehicle to be known…

A quiet knowing

~ reading Rumi poems, with the PostRock music in the background, a quiet peacefulness dawns in the heart all the crying of yesterday has cleared out the space and now the peace is here, a quiet knowing of everything and nothing. the chattering mind has gone quiet with no more troubling thoughts. life is life.…

The question recurring – Poem

"O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d; Of the poor results…

Learn by going where I have to go – Poem

The Waking I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.Of…

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows – Poem

❤️ ~ here is the deepest secret nobody knows.. i carry your heart.. i carry it in my heart.. ~ carrying your heart in my heart.. always.. losing is inevitable, as you said. but i carry your heart in my heart.. always.. anywhere i go there you are.. coz i carry your heart in my…

think about saving yourself – Poem

“nobody can save you but yourself. you will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. they will attempt again and again through subterfuge, guise and force to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside. nobody can save you but yourself and it will be easy enough to fail so very easily but…

Pure Light – Poem

I am totally lost in the folds of Love, totally free of worry and care. I have passed beyond the four qualities. My heart has torn away the veil of pretense. There was a time I circled with the nine spheres, rolling with the stars across the sky. There was a time I stayed by…

Obstinate are the trammels – Poem

And then i turn to You.. coz nothing else gives me answers. i surrender and sleep with the song on repeat.. as i wake up, it's like the heart is silent coz it accepted the truth.. the memories are silent coz they don't even exist.. what does all this matter anyway.. Obstinate are the trammels,…

Unboundedness

What is this unboundedness? A bond without a bond.. Do you know how it feels to feel this free? from everything and everyone? and still, feel the love.. The talks and conversations flow the laughter and only light-heartedness.. And then after all this time, the heart overflows with love.. Don't know how or why.. Does…

Whoever brought me here – Rumi poem

All day i think  about it, then at night i say it.. Where did i come from, and what am i supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, i'm sure of that, and i intend to end up there.   This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When i…

Lo, I am with you always – Rumi poems

Lo, I am with you always, you promised that, and when I realized that it was true, my soul flared up. Any unhappiness comes from forgetting. Remember, and be back close with the friend.. ******* Poem, song, and story, the stream sweeps by, moving along what was never mine anyway. What I have done through…

All my youth returns – a Rumi poem

You are the comfort of my soul        in the season of sorrow. You are the wealth of my spirit       in the heartbreak of loss.   The unimaginable, The unknowable— That is what you give my soul        when it moves in your direction.   By your grace…

Hidden music – Poem

My heart, sit only with thosewho know and understand you. Sit only under a treethat is full of blossoms. In the bazaar of herbs and potionsdon't wander aimlesslyfind the shop with a potion that is sweet.If you don't have a measurepeople will rob you in no time.You will take counterfeit coinsthinking they are real. Don't…

Have you ever? – Poem

Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives — tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you think this world was only an entertainment for you? Never to enter the sea and…

My worst habit… (Rumi’s poem)

Translation from the book        The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks. My worst habit is I get so tired of winter I become a torture to those I'm with. If you're not here, nothing grows. I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up. How to cure bad water? Send it back to…

My soul is from elsewhere – Rumi poem

All day I think about it, then at night I say it..     Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea..     My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,And I intend to end up there..     This drunkenness began in some other…