Not to know I know is Peace

If I truly know what I think I know, then there must be peace.

So if there is no peace, then I must not truly know what I think I truly know.

For what I truly know will only result in peace.

And for that, I must know now that what I think I know is not what I truly know.

But if I were to truly know, how will I know unless I think I know?

Could it be that by the time I think I know I had already truly known but now no longer know?

Then what is it that I think I know or that I truly know?

Such ridiculous irony! It's best just not to know!

Yes, that's right - not to know that I truly know, so there will be no barriers for growth.

To conclude that I think I know, I block my own way path.

To conclude that I truly know, I limit my own expansion. 

So what is the importance in this knowing or not,

Nothing really except my own meaning to it.

Soon we find that information of freedom can too bind us,

But all depending on one's choice of attitude; either one of grace or one of grip.

What is knowing? But only a bundle of thoughts.

So knowing is not as important per se,

But the peace that allows me, that what which is meant to stay.

Because in that peace, all that is needed is unconditionally fulfilled.

Namaste.

And so She Falls in Love...

At first she fell in love with authority, because she thought that she was not a leader.
And then she discovered that she was a natural, inborn with leadership qualities.

Moving on she fell in love with praises, because she thought she was not beautiful.
And then she realized she was beauty, by being her very authentic self.

Later she fell in love with money, because she thought that she was lack.
And then she learnt that she was abundance, that whatever that came to her was her entitlement.

And so she fell in love with Love, because she thought she had none.
And then she learnt albeit the hard way, that she was no other than Love.

And now she’s in love with Wisdom, because at first she thought it was not hers,
And soon she realized that Wisdom belongs to everybody, never excluding her…

And still she stayed with Wisdom, for reasons only clear to her,
Because the diligent path she threads, leads her to her freedom.

Oh Beloved One

I look onto you, as if you are my whole world;

I didn't know that it was control over me, that I had given you.

So now I depend on your Love, your words and your touch,

So that I could deceive myself that I am loved, wanted and cherished.

And so my torture begins... I thought I loved you, and I thought I owned you;

and you see, it was all a trick, which was only the other way round.

I don't love you neither do I own you;

and you probably don't love me, neither do you own me.

But you see, my Love, you see.. I so want you to love me and own me...

Because when you love me and you own me,

I am free from taking responsibility for myself and free from facing my worst nightmares..

And then I realise that there comes a point in time - Your generous Love itself cannot save me from me...

Will you leave me, dear beloved one, when you know how dirty I am inside?

Or will you stay to listen to what I have to express?

Will you know that I am only speaking what words would have me say,

without any intentions whatsoever to attack you at all?

But how will I know myself, if I am not attacking you at all?

How will I know if my intentions are set right?

If I knew my subconscious, then it wouldn't be called 'subconscious',

Oh beloved one, will you bear with me...

Dance with me, beloved one, dance with me...

Can we just surrender ourselves and just move with the flow..

Can we finally let down our masks, to our imperfect dance?

And then finally meet one another, without our shinning white armours?

Will I finally receive your Love when I've finally met myself?

Will I then return your Love, when I've finally loved myself?

How could I not, when I am then Love?

Only Love recognise Love, and there is surely no other way...

The Mirror of Ignorance

I look into the mirror.

What do I find?

A face staring back,

a face not satisfied.

The focus is everywhere,

yet, denial is everywhere...

Look at those sagged breasts,

look at the bulging tummy.

It's not sightly,

the dissatisfied becomes disgustedly.

Can I look beyond?

How come the unwillingness?

How come the persistence to dwell in the discomfort,

seeking to blame, seeking to hate?

Can I not recognise beauty?

Can I not recognise Love?

Where are you, oh Acceptance?

Where are you, oh Peacefulness?

So easily, we attempt the superficial

Believing the beauty outside, is the beauty within;

Oh when will I ever learn? Oh when will I ever see?

That it is so within, latterly so without...

Prosperity

The Sun rises over the Earth;

The Image of Prosperity,

Thus the superior man himself

Brightens his bring virtue.

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Your own prosperity depends on using the gifts already in your hand generously.

The more you assist others to flourish,

the more, in return, you will receive

ongoing support from the people you cherish.

Modesty

Within the Earth, a Mountain;

The Image of Modesty.

Thus the superior man reduces that which is too much,

And augments that which is too little,

He weighs things and makes them equal.

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Be natural and unpretentious.

Be aware of your strengths and weaknesses.

Flaunt not your achievements or undervalue yourself.

If you have a light, then let it shine.

But do not set yourself up to outshine others.

If - A poem received

if you can disentangle

yourself from your selfish self

all heavenly spirits

will stand ready to serve you

if you can finally hunt down

your own beastly self

you have the right

to claim Solomon's Kingdom

you are that blessed soul who

belongs to the garden of paradise

is it fair to let yourself

fall apart in a shattered house

you are the bird of happiness

in the magic of existence

what a pity when you let

yourself be chained and caged

but if you can break free

from this dark prison named body

soon you will see

you are the sage and the fountain of life.

~Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi~

The Symbol

I am thinking of you. Thoughts of you swim in my mind.

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I don't know why. Perhaps, I do know...

the answer is there; but I am unwilling to look, because once I look, and know...

I might lose this feeling when I think of you.
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I am full of gratitude. I don't know if it comes from guilt...

Could gratitude come from guilt?

Oh yes, when it is only directed to you; forgetting me.

For which gratitude is genuine, except to myself?

Only when I acknowledge the appreciation of me, will there be genuine appreciation for you.

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So do I want to know? In some ways, I might; but in some other way, I don't.

I might lose this feeling, you see, when I think of you...

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My heart is bursting with expressions of love.

And these feelings are all associated with you... I think I love you. I know I love you.

But this, is only being rationalized in the mind – where ideas and concepts had conditioned the mind to conclude.

Is there a you? I do not know.

For if I did know, you'd disappear and these feelings would disappear with you.

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I want to let you go, and yet when I do; I am afraid I'd lose this feeling.

What if I never find it again? What if it is emptiness that fills the void?

But it is not right, for I now belong with another.

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If, and only if... I could love the one I am with, as much as I love you.

If, and only if, I could feel the similar gratitude towards the other, the way I feel for you...
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I know who is the culprit – the thought of comparison, the idea of lack.

And yet, I am afraid to look;

Because if I did, I'd know that it was not you that I had missed, and it is not you that I am thinking about.

You are just a symbol. You are just a cast. You are just my scapegoat, albeit in a 'good' way for whatever that I feel, or I think I feel;

I know, they are not real.

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Yet, why do I not see? Because I don't want to see.

Because if I had seen, then I'd know that I am alone, and that there has never been another.

I would have to take responsibility,

for this emptiness inside, this loneliness inside.

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And, I know you love me too.

And I know, that in some instances, these feelings might have been overwhelming.

But you are wise, because you already know. I am but only a symbol, for you to find what you thought you had lacked.

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Do I practice what you practice? I could when I see you do;

And when you transcend me as a symbol, my sufferings remain for I think you had left me.

I would have no where else to hide, no where else to go...

because of that transcend, you decline the role of my scapegoat.

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But you had not left me, and I had not left you.

Then where am I? Which decade am I in?

It is only when I rely on you as a symbol, seeing an outside; only had you left me.

So I will take that step, that courageous step now...

so that you, could always be with me.. because you, the symbol, had always been within me.
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First it would take that 'willingness' and then, that 'gradually'...

and then I'd come into the space, to reclaim and break the symbol you represent;

to be responsible, to be accountable;

to find out that there has never been emptiness, there has never been loneliness.

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There has always been Love,

and there has only been ME.

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This poem swam in my head this afternoon and took me approximately 10 minutes to pen it down.

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This inspiration surfaced from thinking of that someone, who had impact my life vastly, but gently.

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Thank you, that someone, I love you. Eventhough it is my own 'willingness' and 'gradually' -- you, in my space, had created that possibility for me to learn from you and various others, to transcend the many symbols in my life.

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Gratitude to you, and to me. Love, love, love... :)