Saturday, April 24, 2010

Judge me!

We've told each other many times those magical three words "I love you!"
So, can we exchange blanket licenses to judge each other,
anytime, anywhere, on anything?
And share our judgments with each other
with all the compassion we can manage to muster?

Then, I'd feel safe with you and your judgment of me.
And then you can feel safe with me and my judgment of you.
So, I mean, can we exchange our 'safeties' with each other?

In that safety, I'd be encouraged to discover my blind spots.
And then you can discover your blind spots too!
So, I mean, can we exchange our 'discoveries' with each other?

In that discovery, I'd feel healed and free, and be more able to love.
And then you can feel healed and free, and more able to love too!
So, I mean, can we exchange our 'healing, freedom and loving' with each other?

Ping me!

Are you disappointed that I don't give all of myself to listening when you want to share your thoughts with me?
Hmmmm...

When you feel something with all your being,
when your little toe and the ridge of your nose scream,
when your cells wake up to the soft light inside you and sing,
when your DNAs dance to its music,
when your hair stands up and you have goose pimples,
when your spine straightens up,
then ping me.
I wouldn't want to waste my time changing
or even bargaining with the auto guy.
I'd want to be there faster than I can,
soaking up all that you have to share - joy or sorrow!

Monday, April 5, 2010

I'm tired!

I am tired
of social commentaries
of unsolicited advices
of rules, prejudices, judgments and defenses
of small talk about the Chennai heat
of armchair complaints and criticisms
or even nuanced debates
of ideas about how to fix everything that is not working,
yes, everything including global warming, deforestation, violence, communalism and corporate crime.
EVERYTHING except ourselves.

If we cannot be silent, can we at least look into each other's eyes deeply and listen to our noises?

If it's hard to cry or sing together, can we at least have some real conversations about our insides?