I happened to be standing by: (by) Shishir Lakhani
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In light of my recent episode at the Hospital I jotted this down
As a philosopher it appeared a smart thing to do, living in the kingdom of my mind
… Very thoughtful, analytical and deep …. Above all very dependable
In the process of all these ‘doings’ that I am so engrossed by ..... Living by the calendar… like clockwork
... I have been absent and missing
Just standing by …. From actually living
That majestic maple tree just outside my study
has grown to a three story height ….. totally oblivious to me.
Peering from behind those colorful leaves, squirrels some small some squat,
Playfully scaling hopping branch to branch ….playfully living life in full
But I was merely standing by
Simply too busy in the knit and the grit of existence
Today I sat and looked at that very tree with its majesty and sway with the wind on its back
... Beautifully displayed on the a canvass of the fast changing colorful sky
The sky had an unusual temperament yesterday featuring its torrential power
Gale force winds, directing clouds to their destinations
But in that process exacting a hefty toll
In making that mighty tree pay with its currency ….of dropping golden leaves
Gentle music in the background conjuring peaceful and loving memories
Of times gone by
Like Atlas, the weight of the world rested on my shoulders
…..as though I was irreplaceable
Today I am an incarnation of doubt;
I must have a conversation with my future
A sudden insight
Pulse rate down to 48 from 105 in matter of 5 minutes.
All it took was breathing
Throwing me a lifeline …
I need to be able to understand it first, listen to it, and absorb it
….and then enthusiastically latch onto it.
But before anything so profound can happen
I needed to silence that inner voice that incessantly drives me.
Doing things to help others is noble and empathetic
And dare I say even empowering….
....but empathy also has its own needs to find its own home
…. That resides within my very being
... It’s just that …. I just need to be home
…. When empathy for me, myself and I ….decides to knock on my own door
I should NOT be standing by from living ….and being a stranger to myself
In light of my recent episode at the Hospital I jotted this down
As a philosopher it appeared a smart thing to do, living in the kingdom of my mind
… Very thoughtful, analytical and deep …. Above all very dependable
In the process of all these ‘doings’ that I am so engrossed by ..... Living by the calendar… like clockwork
... I have been absent and missing
Just standing by …. From actually living
That majestic maple tree just outside my study
has grown to a three story height ….. totally oblivious to me.
Peering from behind those colorful leaves, squirrels some small some squat,
Playfully scaling hopping branch to branch ….playfully living life in full
But I was merely standing by
Simply too busy in the knit and the grit of existence
Today I sat and looked at that very tree with its majesty and sway with the wind on its back
... Beautifully displayed on the a canvass of the fast changing colorful sky
The sky had an unusual temperament yesterday featuring its torrential power
Gale force winds, directing clouds to their destinations
But in that process exacting a hefty toll
In making that mighty tree pay with its currency ….of dropping golden leaves
Gentle music in the background conjuring peaceful and loving memories
Of times gone by
Like Atlas, the weight of the world rested on my shoulders
…..as though I was irreplaceable
Today I am an incarnation of doubt;
I must have a conversation with my future
A sudden insight
Pulse rate down to 48 from 105 in matter of 5 minutes.
All it took was breathing
Throwing me a lifeline …
I need to be able to understand it first, listen to it, and absorb it
….and then enthusiastically latch onto it.
But before anything so profound can happen
I needed to silence that inner voice that incessantly drives me.
Doing things to help others is noble and empathetic
And dare I say even empowering….
....but empathy also has its own needs to find its own home
…. That resides within my very being
... It’s just that …. I just need to be home
…. When empathy for me, myself and I ….decides to knock on my own door
I should NOT be standing by from living ….and being a stranger to myself
In light of my recent episode at the Hospital I jotted this down
As a philosopher it appeared a smart thing to do, living in the kingdom of my mind
… Very thoughtful, analytical and deep …. Above all very dependable
In the process of all these ‘doings’ that I am so engrossed by ..... Living by the calendar… like clockwork
... I have been absent and missing
Just standing by …. From actually living
That majestic maple tree just outside my study
has grown to a three story height ….. totally oblivious to me.
Peering from behind those colorful leaves, squirrels some small some squat,
Playfully scaling hopping branch to branch ….playfully living life in full
But I was merely standing by
Simply too busy in the knit and the grit of existence
Today I sat and looked at that very tree with its majesty and sway with the wind on its back
... Beautifully displayed on the a canvass of the fast changing colorful sky
The sky had an unusual temperament yesterday featuring its torrential power
Gale force winds, directing clouds to their destinations
But in that process exacting a hefty toll
In making that mighty tree pay with its currency ….of dropping golden leaves
Gentle music in the background conjuring peaceful and loving memories
Of times gone by
Like Atlas, the weight of the world rested on my shoulders
…..as though I was irreplaceable
Today I am an incarnation of doubt;
I must have a conversation with my future
A sudden insight
Pulse rate down to 48 from 105 in matter of 5 minutes.
All it took was breathing
Throwing me a lifeline …
I need to be able to understand it first, listen to it, and absorb it
….and then enthusiastically latch onto it.
But before anything so profound can happen
I needed to silence that inner voice that incessantly drives me.
Doing things to help others is noble and empathetic
And dare I say even empowering….
....but empathy also has its own needs to find its own home
…. That resides within my very being
... It’s just that …. I just need to be home
…. When empathy for me, myself and I ….decides to knock on my own door
I should NOT be standing by from living ….and being a stranger to myself