Christmas Every Day
Ho ho ho, hear me call,
“To those I love, I love you all”.
It happens every day,
If we choose to live our lives that way.
Ho ho ho, hear me roar,
“This is what we came here for”.
To those I love I say,
“May you find Christmas every day”.
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Dear Madhavaji
I have read your poems and consider them to be stimulating and thought provoking, they have meaningful depth and in my opinion are highly praiseworthy. I have found ‘What is the point’ particularly challenging after reading it many I can’t decide whether you regard love as an end to individuality — an end to philosophical growth — or a brand new beginning, a re-energized life so to speak. I enjoyed it though and I like the use of the distinction between ‘inaction’ and ‘in action’.
Terry
This poem just came out and I wasn’t really thinking about it at the time. The two things you mention may not be that different to each other though. If an end to individuality is a remembering of connectedness then this would represent a significant new beginning for most of us – we usually feel so dreadfully separate don’t we?
Maybe individuality is a lie our ego tells us.
Action and activity are very different things.
Perhaps the poem is saying that life, death and love are one and the same thing. Can we practice ‘not doing’, ‘not thinking’, the negation of mind, pure meditation? If we do what happens? Ego death?
If we did that, what would be left? In this poem I call It Love but there really is no adequate name for It.