Minor Earth Major Sky

This is a thought which has haunted me time and again. I have done, thought, engendered, perpetrated things which I know are not me, at least what I’ve thought of as the actual me, the essence of me. Things have happened unthinkingly, impulsively, reflexively, without the intervention of what I call my better senses.

 

Then I reason -  all my instinctive reactions and actions have come out of me hence they are as much me as the better ones. If my better senses have a home inside me then so do the worst of my instincts - and what’s the use of denying the fact. And I lie bemused and ashamed.

 

I console myself - overall I’m not a bad person.

 

So here’s what I do. Even inside the furtiveness  of my secrets I try to seek a balance. Kindness over revelation, pause before thought, acceptance over recrimination. And I realise the impossibility of changing things which don’t wish to be changed. And I slowly accept that reality. And in that acceptance is the seed of peace.

 

We only have ourselves to understand and change. And because of that the universe will come and show us another path, if there is something inside us which wants it. There is then no need to change anything else.

 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on introspecting on life and times:

• The Grace That We Give
• Compatriots of Trust
• If I Commit Suicide

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