Prologue

There was once a Mahua tree that didn’t know its purpose. There were deer, monkeys and birds that loved the Mahua flowers and they waited for the tree to bloom, but the tree was sulky. There were a few flowers here and there that showed up by its swabhava (natural tendency), but not much. The tree, filled with doubt and sorrow, did not open its million green eyes to the sun with enthusiasm and did not soak up the water and slurp the soil eagerly with its roots, that would have given it nourishment to flourish. The tree was sulky, it did not know its purpose.

A gift is a fruit:
juicy, nourishing,
sweet in its beautiful skin —
cradling a seed of hope,
a seed of another gift.

Where the fruit goes,
where the seed takes root,
stretching upward to the light:
a quiet unfolding,
the magic of life.

— rawjeev

Disappearing
as if the world’s all just you —
nothing else shining

Disappearing
like in the ocean a drop —
Lost in the vast blue

Disappearing —
you are sea, sky, and mountain,
melting in them all

— rawjeev

Tinkering is a very important concept that I find myself explaining to people now and then. I thought It would be good to gather in a post, some of those quotes related to tinkering that have framed it for me.

Sensuous presence —
Moon becoming poetry,
And poetry moon

In soft moon poetry —
How much beauty is the moon,
How much is poetry

— rawjeev