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June 24, 2014

rupamahindraanand

Is
A movement
of images
A dance
of words
A ballet
of feelings
A kaleidoscope
of impressions
A cloudburst
of emotions
My naked
thoughts
in party attire
To delight
Amuse
Surprise
and render
speechless sometimes
A few words written
without music
Yet in tune
and always
an offering

April 14th 2011
(By the sheer Grace of my Teachers)

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The Little Dove

June 8, 2014

rupamahindraanand

It is 1.10 in the afternoon and I have just settled down to eating my lunch in the TV room when suddenly I hear a phatak sound in the veranda. It appears as if something has collided with the glass panes of the living-room doors. Placing the tray on the sofa beside me and calling out loudly to Kuldip, the houseboy, I rush out to the adjacent portico. I see a little dove on the red chair. I think that I know what has happened. It has, in full flight, hit against the glass and is momentarily stunned. Not seeing it move or flutter at all, I pick it up. It still doesn’t move. Read more

In Conversation with a Cat

June 6, 2014

rupamahindraanand


Why do you rush about so much?
Because I have work to do, not laze around like you!

Have you ever tried to pay attention?
Pay attention to what?

To whatever it is that you rush about doing?
I must be paying attention, otherwise how would I accomplish anything?

No, I mean, REALLY pay attention?
I just answered that, you know!

If you were truly paying attention, you wouldn’t rush.
Really, how have you come to that conclusion?

Because then you would savor every moment!
You know, Cat, I don’t have time for your silly purrifications!

That’s just it, you are not listening. You never do.
All right, try me this time, for a change!

Let’s see now – look at you rushing – can you slow down a bit?
You mean as I walk?

Yes. We could begin from there. Presently, you are walking.
What do you want me to do – the cat-walk?

Be Present in your walk.
I want you to put your foot slowly – one behind the other.

But I am doing just that – you idiotic feline!

There you go again – ranting and raising your voice. Be quiet.
Fine – here I am, placing my fee t – s l o w l y –

That’s better. Can you please smile, also, as you walk?
Here, can you see my pearly whites, now, you dumb nitwit?

Stop being judgmental and calling me names, please!
All right, I’m sorry.

Much better, you are developing awareness to my feelings, now.
Okay.

Can you feel the earth beneath your feet as you walk?
Well, I’m certainly not moon walking, you silly thing!

There you go again. Walk with intense awareness in every step.
An awareness of what, please tell me?

An awareness of all there is in this precise moment.
Do you feel the earth come up to meet you in every step?

But I thought I was walking ON the earth?

Yes, yes, you are. As your toes press down, can you feel the earth pushing
up to greet the soles of your feet?

I am trying; I’m trying to feel just that.
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Good, because the earth is a living being, just like you.
O yeah, then I’m a dinosaur!

It feels your weight; it feels your thoughts; it feels your feelings!
O yeah, and I’m a flying wombat!

It knows your positivity and senses your negativity.
Yeah, the earth is a psychic, it can read my mind.

You are neither a dinosaur nor a wombat and the earth is not a psychic.
Who am I, then?

That’s precisely what I’m trying to convey, if only you’d focus!
I’m focusing.

Focus on each step you take, focus on the softness under it.
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm.

Notice your movement; notice the earth’s quiet stillness.
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm.

There is something within you that is within the earth too.
Whatever can that be?

Remember, I said the earth is a living being?
Yes?

Well, so are you.
I already know that!

Yes, but not in the sense I’m implying.
Okay. Come on, tell me.

Look at yourself as Life, alive, without a name.
I don’t know if I can do that.

Feel the earth as Life, alive, without a name too.
What about you, Cat? Do I look at you as Life, obviously alive, without a name too?

Yes, yes, yes. Now, you’re getting the connection.
I am? I’ll try to assimilate this. Thank you.

Meow – Purr, purr, purr!
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm!

April 29th 2012

Requiem for a Cat

June 2, 2014

rupamahindraanand

What a hullabaloo we make of everything in our lives,
All God’s creatures live frugally and wise.

Sprawled on the road I saw her, lifeless she lay,
Emerging from class late evening on a Monday.
A striped tabby so beautiful and white,
Fur glinting in the night’s lamp-post light.
Hit in all probability by a speeding car,
Its occupant not bothering to look very far.
I didn’t know this beauty one bit,
Just couldn’t bear to call her an ‘it’.
So gave her the gender feminine,
In keeping with elegant looks so fine.
Were nearby gardens her little home?
Now this dark street was her last tomb.
Did she play with friends or frolic for fun?
Laze and bask in the afternoon sun?
Was she mother or father to any at all?
What did it matter, who cared to recall?
Was she loved and would she be missed?
Was she ever picked up and tenderly kissed?
My eyeballs swam in tears so hot,
I longed to revive the life thus lost.
Life snuffed out so cruel and fine,
Her only fault lay in crossing at the wrong time.
Stepping over quickly I got in to drive
To home and people who knew I’d arrive.
Wishing I’d held her and placed her aside to rest
Not left her there so alone and undressed.

How Pompous our lives, so frail and so small?
Look at Nature’s creatures, so Grand and so Tall.

3rd March 2011

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