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Friday, December 5, 2014

Arranging marriage, and a life to follow

In India there is a special term for getting married to someone you first fell in love with - "love marriage".  The idea is that we marry someone we can presumably share our soul with and love forever and if love is gone then the marriage is not worth it. And in the case of loving the purists will say that loving someone is not enough; you have to be IN love for it to work.

That's the idea in it's purest form, driven by romantic love.

I grew up in a culture where this notion was an after-thought. You can learn to love, they said. No specifics were given.  Love, confused with romantic love further confused with a fondness one can't help but feel for someone you get used to were all interchangeable.  And then this idea that really, literally you can learn to love. This was of course in the context of arranged marriage. Loving someone before you agree to share the rest of your life with them is not critical. A commitment to making it work is. I see the tragedy of it - always have. And that part's easy.

What I do see now however is something quite different, even contradictory to what i noted before. What I see now is the sheer commitment, the faith of it - in the best sense - and how it pervades the culture to make marriage something you sign up for and then you work on. It's not a honeymoon affair, it's not something susceptible to a seven year itch; it's a lifelong thing. I don't have a blind admiration for this idea. In fact I only saw too clearly how often it went wrong and more clearly how it missed the essence of romance, which to me is the ultimate tragedy. What makes it possible and still pervasive in a culture like India's are two factors - economic reality and the strength of social pressure.

But there is much from it that we can learn.  I don't know if we can learn this and somehow imbibe it in our culture -- without throwing the baby out. How does a culture do that? 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Come out to play

I don't always know how to play or follow every tiresome rule
And when I do I get by, sometimes looking like a fool
Occasionally I even show a flash of brilliance
So rare that it could simply be chance

But I don't stand and watch, not worry about looking good
I jump in and play it is what I always do

I came to regret the few times I held back
For reasons of fear or pain
So I'll come out to play every time I'm asked,
Come a hot sun or unyielding rain!



---
July 23rd 2014...an ordinary day

Friday, July 18, 2014

This year of living...lovingly

Life isn't brutish and short at all
Hubris & half truths that we've been sold
Short and beautiful -- and therein contained
The fount of our grand tragedy

Gushing so much I can hardly embrace
Fully all that I was meant to
So many hills and winds to glide upon
So many lives and worlds to woo

Perhaps this shortness is the honey it instills,
The price heightened cause it passes so soon
So much love packed in I can hardly sit still
Even though so few - the precious few - that I even matter to!



---
reena
july 18 2014...
pondering this sweetness of my so very few...and they are the world...

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Blink of an eye

This month will simply fly on by
It's sweetness drained in the blink of an eye
I know it still, I hold it close
I feel the blessings on my brow

I have been here and know this time
Embracing the love and those who are mine
Yet the fear of loss lives right next door
I catch, I grasp, I clutch it close

So much, so full I know it well
This feeling that overcomes my head
My heart bursting every way
This love too big to contain

Brimming with gratitude complete
Such fortune, my stars replete
I wonder if I did some good
A previous karma that came to fruit!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Banish

You think your happiness so precarious
One stumble would knock it down
A tenuous connection could be cut
And you'd be lost again

But life has brought you to a different plane
Foundations uncompromised have been laid
The rocks that hold you in your place
Are here to stay and carry you

So come what may and it surely will
You will meet it on terms all yours
You'll hurt perhaps and the tears will come
But the destruction will only go so deep! 

Thursday, January 23, 2014

small hands

i've seen those eyes brim over with love
i've felt the warmth of her little arms
i've kissed her sleeping forehead with tears
is it possible to see a greater god?

her hands are growing as is her gaze
she gives me hints of glories to come
and worries me when i see pain
but promise i will let her set the terms

this flourishing we are bound to witness
even as we fuss and fear, stand ready at watch
i know i signed up for a helpless plan
to water, to shade, to simply stand at guard

When...

When you come back
Can I cry in your arms
Tell you my woes
Sing you my fears

When you come back
Will you hold me close
Will you let me tell you
Of my hardest fights

When you come back
Will you give me permission
To ask for what's mine
What you take away and go

When you come back
Will you promise to not
Make me feel I ask for too much
Demand what's not mine

When you come back
Will you promise to listen
Even when I struggle to say
How I miss even at my best

When you come back....