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


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.


Flown with the wind vladimir kush
Picture courtesy Vladimir Kush Art


Grown up days

My 10 year old asked me in her
Direct and perceptive way,
“Mom, is it fun being a grown up?”

I wanted to say,
“Not always, my love”

There are anxious hours,
heartbreaking days, questioning nights
breathtaking moments.

There are times of complete
Acceptance and depleting rejection.
There are minutes filled with busy work
And lonely stretched out seconds.

There is wonder. Despair.
Panic. Patience.

There are cyclical ways of birth
and death.
Courage and cowardice.
Sickness and health
Days of Spring and of Fall.
Vulnerable days.
Practical, billable hours.
Of deep enduring love
And some resentment.
Responsive and responsible.
Humiliation and humility.
Of measured hope in midst of

Days of wisdom and those of vanity.
Solitude and insanity.
Caring and careless.
Aged and ageless.
Miraculous and mundane.
Permanent and

But I said none of this.
Instead I took her hand,
and nodded my head.

—Shaku Selvakumar April 2014

Start with the first step

I saw this immensely moving interview this morning by Bill Moyers with poet and prophet Wendell Berry on PBS .

We have desecrated what is sacred and there is an urgent need for all of us to do our part to restore the land.

And if that seems like a monumental task, then he says, lets start at least with the ground where we stand and where we rest our hat.

As this turbulent week filled with the mean spirited antics of selfish politicians played out, watching this interview with legends like Bill Moyers and Wendell Berry gave me hope.

The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Here is the interview: