August 01, 2018

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - THE GENIUS

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - THE GENIUS



THE GENIUS

The sheer mental muscles,
developed and perfected
over hours, days, months, years
of using one’s brain…

A brain that knows no
barriers, has broken them
long long ago…

An ability to go towards
perfection – sheer perfection –
anything that one touches.

Miraculous hands!
Miraculous eyes!
                                                         Miraculous brain!

Completely childlike, serene,
Serious, joyous, reveling in
laughter because it cannot
conceive of pain, passivity,
slackness.

An extreme independence,
unsocial, innocent, pure,
wants only to be left alone.

Extreme emotions because
life is taken seriously too
seriously whether it is
anger, joy, love.

Passionate – a mind never still,
never resting, insomniac,
thinks in dreams too,
filling every moment
with leaps of imagination.

Too much work done,
unbelievable, wondrous,
unimaginable.

Effort taken to the
extreme limits.
A nobility that is too
Much, everything too much
and too good and too true!

Yet at the end things made
simple, obvious, clear,
As if it is flowing naturally
and no effort is there!
That is the miracle!
That is genius!

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - WORK

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - WORK



Work

The steps move on,
 I try to be calm,
 but find it difficult .
 my creation coming
into existence
right in front of my eyes.

I feel an emotion,
that is joy,
 and a wonder
at a world that
 has not found
 it to date.

I wonder how
 I got lucky.
 It is too good,
 yet so simple…

This, this feeling
 of ecstatic creation
 is the birthright of all.

Yet, it is unknown.
People are running
 without a purpose,
and I want to catch
the first person ,
look into him
and ask,
 “ Why? Get out of it! Forget it!”

I feel confident,
over confident,
in my solitude and
only I know it-
all pain, all fears, guilt-
all the things
 that mean nothing die.

I find it easy
to live and by
that very fact , I know,
it has become impossible
 to live in this world.

But I know
I can take it,
 I see through people,
 even love, because
I have become detached.

Strange it is, alone,
 even in a crowd,
almost hypocritical.

I steel myself, calm,
 knowing fully
 the battle ahead.

I seek to be now alone,
 this earth beckons me,
calls me, speaks to me,
 and I feel the infinitude,
 of being part of this earth
and the earth a part of me.,
 like the first man on earth!

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - PASSION


A LIFE OF PURPOSE - PASSION


PASSION


To love something
for itself, to love it,
to do it, like a
dear, dear thing.

To feel an unbearable,
incommunicable pride
in oneself that one holds it,
possesses it, is it.

To feel that exultant security
that you’ll always have it
and that it is yours & can’t
be taken away by anybody.

To affect others with the
same thing, to be
excited all the time.

To feel and love life as a
great blessing and a
great benevolence.

To love because one is
free and can give so much.

A thrilling discovery around
every corner, a learning that
goes on and on and on,
a surprise at every turn.


Life lived with a passion is life.
A substitute is unthinkable
and after sometime unknowable,
the innocence – complete – of man.

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - ON PURPOSE

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - ON PURPOSE 


ON PURPOSE

To discover
Knowledge, a sight, an
Insight into things
And suddenly struck
By ideas – a whole
Load of them – wondrous,
Beautiful, liberating
Ideas that mimic
The history of man,
His tortuous growth,
Sure, searching, seeking,
Knowing, discovering…!

Then to see NEW ideas,
Ideas that feel precious ,
Dear, too dear.
To touch  within the
Essence of being human
True, pure,
Absolute….!

To go on then,
To march ahead
With the beating of the
rythym and the music
Of one’s own ideas…

To work tirelessly
With profound
Deep joy
And to go from the
Inner to the outer.

To realize the idea,
To bear fruit
To give shape, purpose
Reality, to the idea.
To tremble with ecstasy
in the doing of it.

To discover that profound
Love, in materialising
The idea….

To go on and on…

A LIFE OF PURPOSE - VISION


A LIFE OF PURPOSE - VISION
VISION


To see an idea,
A possibility, a new one,
by one’s own eyes

To see in such a way
That one is blinded,
One sees nothing else…

One sees it clearly,
Too clearly, obviously,
With a wonder at
How others missed it.

To feel that power,
That limitless energy
To put that idea
Into practice
To make it
Real, possible, functioning.

Until it becomes a
Part of everyday life
and others can’t do
without it!

But an idea once thought
Is like a tree,
It does not stop!
It gives rise to other ideas
And limitless, tireless work.

One finds one’s mission,
One’s meaning, one’s possession,
One’s love….one’s life!

One lives it.
Oh! With what unbearable
Excitement, enthusiasm,
Passion!
One stings everyone around
With one’s
Utter clarity and certainty.

One’s own life
 ceases to matter,
Only one’s idea,
Purer, dearer than
Anything else…

Driving one to
Carry it out
To its fullest reach
But never reaching that…

A laughter ringing true
And let loose on earth!

An idea more than
changes your life.
It is life!!