MY TWIN
I always wanted a twin…
The same in looks
The same in likes
The same in dislikes
The same in feelings
The same in emotions
The same in clothes
The same in eating
The same in love
The same in spirits
The same in joie de vivre
The same in generosity
The same in laughter
A kindred spirit, fancy free of soul,
Striking familiar chord in life’s melody
Pleasuring in its beauty n pathos on a similar plane.
The acuity, fragility and the frothiness of life
Is felt more so when shared by a kindred soul
And I see my doppelganger in the mirror!!!!
Originally Published: December 31, 2001
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Interaction
New people
New faces
In new places
New people
New faces
New features
New people
New faces
New colors
New words
Same meanings
New nuances
Same primal emotions
Same raw feelings
Handled differently
Nothing new
Nothing old
Always existed
Time is different
Place is different
People are different
I am the same
Life is different
Reality is the same
Time marches on
What was is and shall be
In a fast changing world!!!
Nothing in life is static; it either gets better, or it gets worse.
Lloyd Dobyns and Clare Crawford-Mason, Thinking About Quality
That which is static and repetitive is boring. That which is dynamic and random is confusing. In between lies art.
John A. Locke
Originally Published: December 28, 2001
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Fancy
Fickle butterfly
Wraithlike creature
Gossamer wings
Hopping….
Object to object
Place to place
Emotion to emotion
Dream to dream
Plan to plan
Knows no bounds
Elusive sprite
Can make and unmake
Princes and paupers
Can touch virgin peaks
Cross uncharted oceans
Knows no despair
For it…
All is there!!!
Erase fancy; curb impulse; quench desire; let sovereign reason have the mastery.
Marcus Aureluis, Meditations, Book nine
Originally Published: December 28, 2001
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Early Morning Rush
A sense of urgency in the air
People getting ready hastily
To become a part and parcel
Of the early morning rush
A river of humanity suddenly
Converging towards the trains
Underground and the buses above
And cars and taxicabs all rushing
A myriad of faces and colors
Forging variegated patterns
In a frenzy in the sun
Different hues merging and parting
All seeking their own destinations
Kaleidoscope like forming patterns
First of hodge-podge confusion
And then a kind of sense.
When patterns are broken, new worlds can emerge.
Tuli Kupferberg
A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a
direction and at such a speed, it feels an impulsion…
.this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reason
and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too,
when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons.
Source Unknown
All fixed set patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability.
The truth is outside of all fixed patterns.
Bruce Lee
1940-1973, Chinese-American Actor, Director, Author, Martial Artist
Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order
to look at things in a different way.
Edward De Bono
1933-, British Writer On Thinking Process
Originally Published: December 28, 2001
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The Clown
The crowds hooted and jeered mercilessly
He continued his silly antics regardless
His job was to spread cheer and goodwill
And he continued to do so relentlessly
Day in and day out, come rain or shine
He performed superbly with his longstanding partner
Their act honed to perfection was a true crowd pleaser
His partner and he complemented one another and
Drew great fits of laughter from the crowds who
Were greatly entertained by their slapstick comedy
Now his partner was gravely ill and dying
But he believed that the show must go on
And even though he was hurting badly inside
Outwardly he was full of cheer and gusto
As he did not carry his heart on his sleeve!
Thus he carried on in a solo act performing in
All four shows without fail but something was missing
The spark that made their act fun to watch was not there
No matter what he did the crowds jeered and howled
Valiantly he struggled on even playing dead to please them!
After a while he was tired and became careless
When trying to somersault he landed awkwardly
Broke his neck consequently and laying gasping
The life ebbing out of him inch by inch painfully
The crowds were greatly pleased n clapped thunderously!
His final curtain call was his best one yet
The fickle crowds were greatly impressed by his prowess
Little realizing that he lay dying trying to please them
The ovation he craved for all his life was now in his palm
And his soul hovered lapping it all up
at the time of his passing!!!
Clowns wear a face that’s painted intentionally on them so they appear
to be happy or sad. What kind of mask are you wearing today?
Source Unknown
I remain just one thing, and one thing only — and that is a clown.
It places me on a far higher plane than any politician.
Charlie Chaplin
1889-1977, British Comic Actor, Filmmaker
Being a funny person does an awful lot of things to you. You feel
that you mustn’t get serious with people. They don’t expect it from
you, and they don’t want to see it. You’re not entitled to be serious
, you’re a clown, and they only want you to make them laugh.
Fanny Brice
1891-1951, American Entertainer
Originally Published: December 23, 2001
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The Salesman
He is just a normal person
Except when he sees a quarry
Then he resets his face in a hurry
His eyes are warm n beckoning
And he is ready for a reckoning.
He extols the virtues of his product
Or be it his services by his sunny conduct
Waxing poetic in his aggressive sales pitch
Convincing and cajoling till the last ditch
Till none is clear what’s what and which is which!
Once he succeeds in selling an item
He is home free reverting to his usual pattern
Having earned a hefty amount in commissions
He is relaxed n ready for his next sales mission
His face like silly putty due to constant sales renditions
Occasionally when it rains, it pours
And he makes a killing in a sales galore
Other times it is totally dry and arid
Leaving him downcast and quite livid
Yet he ploughs on and on as he is married
The spirit of the salesman seesaws all the time
As his pockets may be flush or without a dime
His sales life is dependent upon his age and agility
So he packs it in tightly to accelerate his salability
Not once worrying about his health or longevity
Thus a salesman whose life is no picnic is a hero
When producers want to know what the public wants, they graph it as curves. When they want to tell the public what to get, they say it in curves.
Author: Marshall Mcluhan 1911-1980, Canadian Communications Theorist
Nobody dast blame this man. For a salesman, there is no rock bottom to the life. He don’t put a bolt to a nut, he don’t tell you the law or give you medicine. He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back — that’s an earthquake. And then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory.
Author: Arthur Miller 1915-, American Dramatist
Originally Published: December 23, 2001
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Pain
It has become one of my dearest friends
In fact we are friends from times immemorial…
I cannot pinpoint the exact moment
But it sure was uncomfortable
Floating in the amniotic fluid
And then being cut loose n rudely slapped
On my so very tiny and tender bottom!
Next I crept and crawled in all sorts
Of places in a spirit of adventure
Hurting myself in the process and
Was painfully poked by well-meaning hands
Thus reacquainting myself with my friend!
My teen years were also ignoble
My body had a mind of its own
Much to my consternation and grief
And the unkind remarks passed
By peers and family were quite painful.
Coming of age was another milestone
I had to leave the nest and fend for myself
Fumbling and bungling finally led me
To my first job where I had to jump hoops
To prove my worth Oh so painfully!
Now I have found my equilibrium and family
But my dear friend drops in quite frequently
As pleasure and pain are but the two sides
Of the same coin which is life and one
Invariably follows the other relentlessly!
Old age is no picnic n brings ailments
You are often alone and helpless
It is pretty much painful to move around
Yet you manage counting your days
Praying incoherently but consistently!
Yes, pain is my dear friend
Much loved and embraced fondly….
We can endure an extra pound of pain far more easily than we can suffer the withdrawal of an ounce of accustomed pleasure.- Sydney J Harris
Originally Published: December 21, 2001
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Prayer II
Thou art the ocean
I am but a droplet
Longing to be one
With you O Lord
Thou art the mother
I am but a child
Do not wean me
From you O lord
Thou art the shepherd
I am but a lamb
Kindly keep watch
Over me O Lord
Thou art the sun
I am but a sunflower
Dependent upon you
For my being O Lord
Thou art the gardener
I am but a wee bloom
Needing your tender
Loving care O Lord
Thou art the Milky Way
I am but a tiny star
Let thy light shine
Over me O Lord
Thou art the mighty oak
I am just an acorn
Aspiring to be one
With you O Lord
Thou art all in all
Omnipotent, omnipresent
Do not forget me and
Do not forsake me O Lord!
A grandfather was walking through his yard when he heard his granddaughter repeating the alphabet in a tone of voice that sounded like a prayer. He asked her what she was doing. The little girl explained: “I’m praying, but I can’t think of exactly the right words, so I’m just saying all the letters, and God will put them together for me,
because He knows what I’m thinking.”
Charles B. Vaughan
Originally Published: December 21, 2001
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A Prayer
When I am down and out
Please give me strength to get up
When I am ill in mind and body
Let thy benevolence wash over me
When I am testy and short-tempered
Grant me patience and equanimity
When I am greedy and avaricious
Make me satisfied and content
When I am petty and miserly
Make me generous and giving
When I hoard and amass things
Teach me to share and let go
When I am depressed and sad
Let thy light shine over me
When a helping hand is needed
Teach me to give succor and aid
They say love begets love
I know it is not easy to love
Some are easy to love
Some are easy to hate
So please grant me the will
To love all creatures great or small
Rich or poor, ill or in good health
In all conditions, in all weathers
Let me be surrounded by love!
Courage is fear that has said its prayers.
Maya Angelou
US author & poet (1928 - )
Originally Published: December 19, 2001
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Talisman
The back of the palm was scintillating
The index finger boasted a huge diamond
The middle one sported a metal ring
The ring finger had a modest gold band
The thumb had an intricate magnetic ring
The little pinky was bare and forlorn
The owner of this magnificent hand
By virtue of these baubles
Had firm illusions of grandeur
Of being protected by their power
From all problems big or small
Such was his profound belief
That when things went awry
The gentleman was quite sorry
His bafflement ever so complete
Amazed at his so-called defeat
That his rings were bereft of magic
He went to the soothsayer
Flung his rings in despair
Saying your talisman works not
And my money has come to naught
My life is as before unchanged n flat
I can really do nothing more than that
Life is as you make of it
When we will ourselves to change
The talisman will work also
The doors will open wide
The people will be receptive
And the world will be our oyster!
Originally Published: December 7, 2001
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