Tag Archives: #truth

Truth box

Truth comes in bits and pieces

in little boxes waiting to be unpacked

scattered around corners of living

and the child of life

has to search, fall and rise

again and again

and get lost often

before the little bubble gums

are open for tasting

much mastication

of thought foxes

hiding behind intelligence

logical reasoning and customary wisdom

reveal snippets of truth pearls

blooming now

wear them

or

ingest them

do as you please!

The long hallways of life

stand quiet watching, watching, watching!

you heard me right and heard me true

You heard me right

you heard me true

when I said my friend

my life is mine

the pains are mine

and the gains are too

I hold no grudge

nor no rancor

I love your anger and your hate

I embrace your love

growing steadier

I bow in gratitude

for every pain

that made me grow

taught me strength

for this alone

has taught me truth

of the soul’s might

and its singular flight

on planet earth

I make a few friends

I lose many more

staying by

or walking away

you still are dear

coz we meet

and part

yet we stay on

together ever

and the learning goes on

so does life

then to write

to dream

to say a kind word

to help and be helped

this be the vision

of every life

here in the now

let me live

so should you

so should you

Coz you heard me right

and heard me true

Taka dhimi Taka JaM, Jam

‘Learning can happen anywhere,’ I reason.

‘What is the need to go?’

‘Here or there, how does it matter?

I gulp the uneasiness in my throat and laugh.

It is difficult to let the bird fly when all you want to do is to hold, hug, hold closer.

‘Little bird, little bird, don’t fly away, not yet, not now’.

But it is true that life has to go on and separation is inevitable.

The little bird has to go, build a nest and make a home.

A new home.

Where you being yesterday, can not make house in tomorrow, so said Rumi.

Hmmm…

Such is life.

Such is living.

Yet hope, keep the hope of love, of belonging.

And says she…

‘Now you don’t need me no, hun!’

‘Adopt, it seems, adopt!’

‘You are mother of all children, that child, this child, her smile, his talk…oho’

‘Ha..ha.. boyfriends also, hun…. What life!’

‘Outings also’

‘hun’

‘Yappa, plans!!!’

‘I want to see where all this goes, how far’

Rolling eyes

Pout

‘Don’t say you are busy, when I call, woman! hun!’

Silence!

Then taka dhimi taka jam

and a purrr!!!