The act of standing

On shifting ground

Takes two legs planted
Slightly defiantly
Slightly humble
Arms relaxed
Stomach held in
Chest held out
Shoulders squared
Chin up
Eyes bright
Forehead clean
Breath even


Stand tall
In your wisdom

Stand up
For yourself
For others

For the young
For the mute
For the small
For the old
For the weak


~Shaku Selvakumar, July 2016


Spring Delights
Spring Delight. Picture courtesy





Love talk Vladimir Kush
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I walked into the fire
Before I was born again
The heat was searing
But the heart knew no pain

I knew I would return
To finish what I started
And seek you out
Worship you in turn
To be seen through mine eyes

Turning anger to love
Chaos contained
Fury tamed
Balance regained

Shiva and Shakti
Wisdom and Strength
Osiris and Isis
Birth and Rebirth

That destiny
Is a thought
A primeval energy
A dream
A priority

I am devotion
Your salvation

I am Parvati,
The Daughter Of the Mountain King

—Shaku Selvakumar© 2009




Human Contract

Those who know you
Those who hold you
Those who will have the real conversation with you

They do not need to follow your feed
To understand your hour of need

We ebb
We flow
We crash
We grow

We live

And sigh
And fly
We love
and leave


Stay still

And still


Set free

come home

Come home
To you
To me.


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Picture courtesy Vladimir Kush Art


Change and the Redbud tree

Shaku Selvakumar

I know Spring is on its way when the Redbud tree that stands right in front of my living room window starts giving out beautiful pink buds.  It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree so bare all through winter, suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.  Is magenta even the right color, I don’t know.

But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, drought and still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.  Nature accepts the inevitability of change and forges a graceful rhythm instead of standing up in arms.

My Redbud tree is not an exotic tree.  She is fairly common in Austin and pretty low maintenance.  Which is why I love her so and why she represents all what is precious, yet taken for granted on earth.

“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. ~ Lao Tzu

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Hearts for Future Generations
Hearts for Future Generations

Where would your heart end and mine begin?

Is it in the valley of long lost friends
Or at the peak of treasured moments

How does the thought of loss figure in?

When each day grinds into the next
Shredding the minutes into an inevitable past

When I look up and say “remember when”
And you look at me, eyes far away, slightly damp

Thinking of the day before yesterday
A younger time

When you wore courage like a worthy cape
And I held hope like an impenetrable shield

When our worlds first collided
When we believed that heaven could be summoned
And time could be held forever in a bottle

With three little words.

–Shaku Selvakumar Feb 2016