Ode to Proletarian Worker

In the sea of unknown faces

Rain drops jazz

With New York lights

And puddles

The wealthy and the busy

Tap their echoing shoes

Lost somewhere in this Dream

It seems like the only one who still knows the way

Is the proletarian worker

Grounded by the hardships of this city life

As he sees the homeless brothers and sisters

He asks,

“Are you guys doing alright?”

“Do you have any garbage I can take for you?”

Oh the Universe explodes in joy – yes that is what I searched all along!

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Mother’s wisdom

A dear teacher once taught me that everyday should be mother’s day. Though mother’s day is a highly commercialized  and profitable day, its vibe still gives me a boost of energy to be grateful for mother.

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Mother once said that

Life is like a shadow puppet show

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Leather or paper figures,

A light source,

And its shadows will dance,

Sing,

Fight,

Love,

Be merry,

Crave,

War,

Kill,

Lie,

All in front of the double veil

Of light and shadow

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Mother once whispered that

We are spirit

Our bodies are just shells

Performing theatrical roles

As given by the Lord

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Mother once hinted

That Life’s plays are many

(Make sure to perform them)

(And continue this cycle)

Find a good partner,

Marry,

Have children,

Get a house,

A job that sustains,

Be a filial son to your aging parents

Don’t expect too much

Enough is enough

Life is not easy dear

Too many hardships indeed

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Mother once explained

That all that I have now

Food, house, freedom and privilege

Took more than twenty years of suffering

To make this all happen for me,

The next generation

I need to be grateful for it

(Though we all still experience Dukkha)

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Dukkha,

Insatisfaction,

Suffering,

Dwells in the minds of the majority of people,

I am one of those 99%,

It seems like everyone lives unsatisfied about something:

People want Better,

Better parents,

Jobs,

Houses,

People want more and more,

More wealth,

Respect,

Fame,

Power,

Oh Happiness always seems fleeting away…

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The shadow puppet show continues…

Characters continue recycling

The music continues…

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Oh little bird,

There is no escape

From Dukkha,

Even the mighty Monkey-King

Could not leap away

From Buddha’s palm

Accept the Noble Truths

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When the puppet show seems too convincing,

When the shadows seem too real,

When the veils too blinding,

Mother shall embrace you

Fully and warmly

In that circle of emptiness

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These clouds

Gather and go

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These clouds of ignorance

Come and go

Veiling my beloved Moon

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Sometimes the Moon shines

Its lovely light

Sometime it covers herself

With a dark veil

As if death permeates

The whole Universe

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These clouds

Gather and go

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The warm wind whispers

“The Moon shyly veils itself

In order to give herself to the right one”

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My beloved Moon,

This path is long and painful and lonely

In order to reach your Heart

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You spin the tides and the waves

To test the traveler.

Once you whispered to me

“Before you strive for Me,

First you have to cross the Ocean”

First step into the dry sand,

Then the waves,

Into the deep-sea,

Until you eventually

Reach the other shore

There we shall meet

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These clouds

Gather and go

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Down below,these shore waves

Have already battered me half-dead

How can I cross the Ocean and reach you

My beloved Moon?

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These clouds

Gather and go

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I wonder,

Perhaps I carry too much burden

No I can’t travel this burdened

With luggage from past and future

So much bondage to the things of this world

Still circling incessantly

Wishing happiness and escape from suffering

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These clouds

Gather and go

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Oh I’ve circled long

I see a sad child

A confused teenager

An over-worked middle aged man

And a lonely old-man

So much suffering

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These clouds

Gather and go

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I’ve tried some escape routes:

Eating

Following the ‘happy’ ones

Over-working

‘Rebelling’

And following the advice of the Ego

Yet I still suffer much

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These clouds

Gather and go

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Such is my bondage

To the things of this world:

Pleasure

Respect

Fame

Happiness

Oh my Ego and I have fought

A tough fight for these

We kicked and punched and grasped

Running and chasing

As far as India

Until home returned

To fight again

For things of the world

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These clouds

Gather and go

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We fought a hard battle Ego

It’s seems like it’s time to Surrender

Surrender to the All

For you shall never win a battle against

The One, the Divine Creator

Of you and me and All

Accept yourself as you are

An earthly human

Created in the image of All

Confused and ignorant

Not knowing the path

Foolish and sinful

So Surrender and appreciate this moment

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These clouds

Gather and go

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These clouds

Gather and go

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Sooner or later the clouds shall return again…

 

 

 

 

 

 

When you meet another bird

When you meet another bird

You learn to let go

Wow I’m not that special

Just a wondering bird among many

Perched in this world-tree

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When you meet another bird

You learn to let go

Your worries, attachments and cravings

Fall down like cold snow

As it touches the witnessing Earth

It becomes the cool stream

That flows and flows and flows

Oh this stream has flowed through

Rivers and mountains and forests

And so it shall continue to be

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When you meet another bird

You learn to be Free

Dharma and Love are not mutually exclusive

Love is Freedom

Not the egocentric selfish cage

That imprisons the soul

So be Free little bird

Fly and go see the world

Experience it and suffer from it

To finally internalize Buddha’s Noble Truths

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Oh Lord Buddha

When will I stop craving?

The bird sings

You have a long way to go

Perhaps

When you flow through

Enough lives and experiences and sufferings

You will let go

Let go of all

And dwell in Nothingness

I, Blind

I, blind

Tell myself

How can the blind lead the blind

Being blinded

Banished from light

Yet able to hear the cries of suffering

How can I blind lead the blind?

I tell myself

Suffering in darkness

Conscious of my blindness

I search for any source of Light

Within that shall light its way

Towards Seeing

Truth as it is

One day I shall see the Light

I tell myself

Either this or next lifetime

One day

I shall see the Light

Or die in darkness trying…

 

It’s a world of contradictions

Oh ‘self-entitled’ activist

You want to change the world?

How about your mind?

Are you mindful?

Of the contradictory world

You encage yourself in?

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Here you are in Paris

Where the world has its eyes upon

The COP21 negotiations

Nations have gathered

Corporations

Organizations

Associations

And ‘activists’ like you

You live in a hostel

You attend different workshops

Meet new people

Learn new things

It seems like

You are becoming conscious

Of the contradictions

Of your dualistic world

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Did you know that

Ben and Jerry’s

Which sponsors your hostel

Is owned by the multinational Unilever

Remember those free ice-cream shots with whisky

It’s ‘a GMO free ice-cream’

They claim

But its cream

Is derived from Monsanto’s milk

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Did you know that

Immigrants

Some Muslim, some not

Clean your beds, bathrooms and have to undertake

Your hypocritical ‘recycling’

Sometimes you walk past these brothers and sisters

And show no appreciation for their service

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While you go outside and eat

Food served by Muslim immigrants

The French military

Bombs the Muslim ‘terrorists’ in Syria

What a contradictory world is this?

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While you go attend

COP21’s “green zone”

The visitor’s section

The French police visit

Mosques, Muslim restaurants and houses

Raiding for potential terrorists

What a contradictory world is this?

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While you sit in front of your laptop

Writing for the so called

Social, environmental, humanitarian causes

People are starving, dying and

Losing all hope in Life

Refugees stuck in a limbo

Between the French and English Channel

What a contradictory world is this?

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Why was it so hard

After you had your nice “croque-monsieur” meal

For you to give some baguette bread

To a women beggar with a child?

Are they fake beggars?

Are they cheaters?

They wore head-covers

Most likely Muslims migrants

Where were they from?

Turkey, Syria, Lebanon?

Or other countries far away

From your limited consciousness

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How can you call yourself an ‘activist’

If you can’t Love?

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How can you call yourself an ‘activist’

If you can’t Love

The woman beggar with a child

The Muslims

The ‘Others’

The People

Torn in dualistic concepts

Corporations and non-corporations

Oppressors and the oppressed

White and non-white

French and non-French

We and them

Me and you

Self and non-self

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Delve beyond the world of contradictions!

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As you mindfully breathe

Become conscious of the world around you

And how to act upon it

Break free from the gap

Between your actual self and ideal self

Let go

Be in moment

Gain courage to Love

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This is the Bridge

This is the Bridge

This is the Bridge out of this contradictory world!

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Now go spread Love around the World!

 

 

 

 

 

I just came here to Smile

As I walked along a covered pathway towards COP 21’s “Les Spaces Générations Climat” (the visitor’s section for 2015 Paris climate negotiations), I stumbled upon a thin, middle-aged French man. He is about 1.75m tall, light brown hair and with a young gentle face. He greeted me with a gentle smile and said “Hello.” “Hello,” I replied. I extended him my hand, introduced myself and added a “nice to meet you.” “François,” he told me his name. “Where are you from?,” he asked. “Lisbon, you?”“I’m from Auvergne, central France. Why are you here at COP21?,” he kindly inquired. “I’m a writer and photographer and decided to come check out COP21. How about you?”

“I just came here to Smile.”

Stupefied, I paused for a few seconds.

My recently self-constructed ego as a writer and photographer was pierced and shattered into little, little pieces. Before I set out for Paris, I had convinced myself that I was going to become a writer and photographer. Yes this was my new identity – covered with layers and layers of illusions and delusions.

I was cleansed by this humble man.

I was humbled by this humble man.

My heart was pierced by this humble man.

As I tried gathering myself together, I replied, “That’s beautiful.”

As we continued walking the long pathway, he voiced out “Mother Earth is very happy that people are all gathering here looking for solutions.” My mind was still trying to resist, who is this guy? Is he crazy?

We entered the main gate and walked towards the security check area. I looked at him and noticed that he had come to this event barefoot. Past memories of India flashed in my mind, images of barefoot pilgrims heading to places of worship.

After seeing me noticing him being barefoot, he said “We humans have created such a hard environment for ourselves. Look at this floor, it’s so hard and uncomfortable. We can feel it when we are barefoot. When we walk the Earth’s soil, it’s so soft and welcoming.”

I nodded my head in agreement and smiled.

He walked in front of me towards the security checkpoint. I humbly followed behind him. As he passed through the security, I noticed him slowly strolling away. We didn’t even say bye to each other, I thought to myself. I notice the message at the back of his sweat-shirt. It says, “Je suis chez moi. Je suis arrivé.” Through my limited skills in French, I translated to myself, “I am at home. I have arrived.”

I finally Smile. Yes I hope that one day I will join you my friend…