My week in a poem –
Mundane and the sacred.
The dance between the two.
Chanting to Ganesha,
Reading mystical poetry,
Walking with my breath,
Loading the dishwasher,
Unloading the dishwasher,
Emails, Emails Emails,
Output, output output.
Remember to input.
Here’s one for the input –
Certainty by Tukaram
Certainty undermines one’s power, and turns happiness
into a long shot. Certainty confines.
Dears, there is nothing in your life that will not
change—especially your ideas of [Divinity].
Look what the insanity of righteous knowledge can do:
crusade and maim thousands
in wanting to convert that which is already gold
Certainty can become an illness
that creates hate and greed.
God once said to Tuka,
“Even I am ever changing—
I am ever beyond
what I may have once put my seal upon,
may no longer be the greatest Truth.”
What’s your poem this week? Shoot me an email back with it.