Sunflowers

I love sunflowers.

They have beautiful

Daisylike faces.

But if I can’t get those

Yellow petals or if the

Petals resist any attempt

At plucking, I move on.

I settle for pink ice plants.

They’re all flowers.

They all have nectar.

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On Poetry (syrup for the soul)

A poet must be invisible to everyone including himself. And if one is completely honest with one’s self, one will find it necessary to sometimes hide from one’s own thoughts. 

What’s the role of poetry? What does it do? Why does poetry exist?

Like all art, poetry is there serving a function similar to religion except it makes no claims about altering reality. It heals injuries inflicted by reason. It reconstructs the damaged soul. It evokes passion, wraps the broken heart with balm. It gives wings to lovers. 

An Apotheosis

O Mother Nature,

We extol your name.

Us, “the earthborn”

Give you thanks and praise.

You have fed, healed and

Protected us (those who obey you) 

From evil every day and all day.

You’re indeed the greatest O Mother!

Men have invented time for themselves.

Yet you do things in accordance 

With your own seasons.

You send down rain and make the 

Trees grow and bear fruits for

All living things to consume

(Even though they mistreat you)

You’re indeed the greatest.

Thank you Mother Nature.

What is happiness?

Nietzsche defines happines as “a feeling that power is increasing” and unhappiness as a feeling that “power is decreasing.” He didn’t define “power” but I assume that he was referring to the inflation of the ego – a feeling of self importance or esteem or a domination of others. I find this definition concise but quite unsatisfactory. Happiness is not really a state but a process. The process must constantly repeat itself for one to continue to be happy. That is why it’s important to seek happiness from an activity rather than from a place, thing or person. When people are happy together, it’s foremost because of their activities not their proximity.

Inner Beauty 

Beauty that comes from inside never wilts.

It is the beauty of mind, character, deeds etc. 

This kind of beauty is in short supply these days.

It is not how you look that makes you beautiful.

It is how you carry yourself around.

Looks fade, eyes grow pale, skin wrinkles, butts shrink, voice slurs

And knees shake but the heart that is true to itself never fades.

A Dream

Last night I dreamt about the sea. 

Its waves so strong, it roared like a mob.

The sea overstepped its shores

And landed on a rocky Island.

I saw a lot of people including kids.

They were having fun in the water.

It looked like a vacation or something.

But some people also seemed like workers.

The water entered a glass building nearby

But nobody seemed alarmed, least of all me.

The strong waves was rather fun to watch.

I was fully dressed but when I looked down

I saw that my feet were buried in blue foamy water.

It felt very cold, then everything receded and

Lo, I’m awake.

Reconstructing My Consciousness

Everyone stumbles through many illusions on his or her way from childhood to adulthood. Illusions commend themselves to us because they afford us enjoyment but the greater the illusion the greater the pain when we eventually and inevitably collide with a bit of reality. The job of the mind, as I would understand it, is to help us survive and thrive until the finishing line, by differentiating between reality and illusion and making decisions based on the former against the backdrop of personal priorities. So congratulations to whoever made it into adulthood. It means, likely with the help of parents, you have done away with many illusions. Reality is inseparable from nature. No two people are exactly the same, which means there are probably more than seven billion personality types in the world.

But then another challenge emerges and that is: the mind is not a homogeneous mass of thoughts and feelings. For the most part, it is filled with confusion arising out of incongruent ideas. Ideas or thoughts, the stuff with which we build bridges from the unconscous to the conscious. Whoever lacks that lags. All true spirituality aims at the harmonization of thoughts and emotions, something Nietzsche will call “the spiritualization of the emotions.” This is essential for healing, spiritual growth and happiness. Ultimately one’s world reflects one’s mindset. And it is within the intellect not the emotions that the true battle rages.

The deception which every society feeds it young generation is the root cause of all forms of human deterioration – violence, rape, drug abuse, dereliction, criminality and terrorism etc. Many children never recover from those lies. When compelled by circumstances they find substitute lies because those lies inflate and caress the ego. And so everything snowballs into some soggy mass of deception. Chief among these hoaxes is organized popular religion. It’s a multi-billion dollar industry in Africa. They only need to create two conditions – fear and ignorance. As one may already be aware the Chinese have also settled in. They are in good business with Africa which many have even been described as a “love affair.” But Africa itself is still not yet on its feet and I hope they don’t introduce Buddha or Confucious to her.

I weep for the youth in particular because they bear the brunt of whatever happens as leadership continuous to fail in Africa. By reconstructing my consciousness, I have been able to at least make sense of my world and my existence. It’s a good exercise which must be conducted frequently by all who believe their consciousness needs reparation.