Now I Become Myself

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अब मैं स्वयं हूँ
- मे सार्टन
के द्वारा




अब मैं स्वयं हूँ। और ऐसा होने में लगा बहुत
समय, कई साल और कई स्थल;
मैं भंग हुआ हूँ और हिल गया हूं,
अन्य लोगों के चेहरे पहने हुए,
पागलों की तरह दौड़ा, जैसे कि बहुत बूढ़ा समय था,
वहां खड़ा, ​​एक चेतावनी देते हुए,
"जल्दी करो, नहीं तो इससे पहले तुम मर जाओगे -"
(किससे पहले? सुबह तक पहुँचने से पहले?
या कविता का अंत स्पष्ट है?
या दीवार वाले शहर में सुरक्षित प्यार?)
अब यहाँ, इधर, स्थिर खड़े होने में,
मैं अपना वजन और घनत्व महसूस करता हूँ!




कागज पर काली छाया
मेरा हाथ है; एक शब्द की छाया
जैसा कि एक विचार लेखक को काया देता है
पृष्ठ पर भारी पड़ता है, और सुना जाता है।




अब सभी जैसे जुड़ गया है, सब सुलझ गया है
इच्छा से लेकर कर्म, शब्द से मौन,
मेरा काम, मेरा प्यार, मेरा वक़्त, मेरा चेहरा
इस तरह एकरूप हो गया है
जैसे एक पौधे का बढ़ने का संकेत।
धीरे-धीरे पकने वाले फल के रूप में
उपजाऊ, अलग, और हमेशा क्षीण,
गिरता है लेकिन जड़ से नहीं निकलता है,
तो कविता क्या है, क्या दे सकती हैं,
मुझमें बढ़ती है, गीत बनने के लिए,
बना दिया और प्यार से जड़ दिया।




अब समय है और समय युवा है।




ओ, इस एक समय में मैं रहता हूं
सब स्वयं में, और हिलता नहीं हूँ।
मैं, जिसका पीछा किया गया , जो पागलों की तरह भागा,
स्थिर खड़े रहो, स्थिर रहो, और वक़्त को रोकता हूँ!




मनन के लिए मूल प्रश्न: आप स्वयं बनने की धारणा से कैसे सम्बद्ध हैं? क्या आप उस समय की एक व्यक्तिगत कहानी साझा कर सकते हैं जब आपने अपने गीत- 'बना दिया और प्यार से जड़ दिया है' - के साथ जीवंत महसूस किया था? आपको यह याद रखने में क्या मदद करता है कि आपके पास रहने और अभी भी जीवंत और स्थिर रहने का समय है?
Seed Questions for Reflection

How do you relate to the notion of becoming yourself? Can you share a personal story of a time you felt alive with your song 'made so and rooted by love'? What helps you remember that you have time to live and be still?

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18 Past Reflections
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Sergio
Dec 16, 2020
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun

What a beautiful invitation to slow down and be still. We spend so much of our lives madly chasing that which only comes when we are stopped dead in our tracks by life. The cracking of the grand ego and its illusion of control. The birth of something simple and real. What point is it to live a long life that is not really yours? Oh to live a single moment as my most whole and authentic self. One single moment as my deepest me. My deepest me is God.
PK
PURNIMA KARIA
Oct 25, 2020
Beautiful poem reminding us to be SELF with not trying to mask of who we really are. Over the years of rushing and hurrying, lost the precious moments of being with own self and enjoying the inner voice/sound of self
SG
Oct 21, 2020
How Can I live in the present , in a way that I live my true authentic self, no pretenses or people pleasing efforts.. My work, My love, My Time , My face. Slowly and intensely growing like a plant and dying as graciously as a ripened fruit, fertile, detached and after having lived a life well spent.
SH
Shruti
Oct 20, 2020
Such a beautiful poem! Sharing with friends. Sums up a lifetime with the profound insight that when we are "running", time feels old, but when we "stand still" time is young. Beautifully captured in words and the reading by Liz Helgesenis perfect.
SC
Oct 20, 2020
"As thought shapes the shaper"....so well put. So in essence we go into this abyss with a cascade of thought after thought that probably originated from a wrong or incorrect thought in the first place, again based on our past beliefs. We need to understand from what beliefs these thoughts originated from and let them go. We have to eventually break this chain of becoming our thoughts and learn to know that we are not our thoughts!
BA
Oct 20, 2020
Beautiful poem......A reflection of how growth can happen. Wake up to this glorious earth 🌎
LA
Oct 20, 2020
I think and therefore I am! Our thinking have been molded by our parents, friends, teachers, colleagues and so on. I’ve never been given a chance to be myself. There is always a notch to be scaled over above us. When we grow old, we have the time to reflect on ourselves, Then we rewind our life and find out that we’ve never taken charge. Sad but true. Many talented people feel sorry for the lost opportunities.
im old now and im glad that I’ve found myself And I can stand and stare at stars and watch youngsters madly rushing to achieve. Now I think and therefore I’m.
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Angela Dec 12, 2020
My thoughts too, joining with yours, I enjoyed reading and sharing, thank you. x
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George
Oct 20, 2020
As a photographer, I am sometimes unable to see. My mentor #arniezann reminds me to slow down and wait for the scene to evolve. What have we lost in the new age?
LA
Leslie A Fraser
Oct 19, 2020
The self expands, collapses like a circus tent that the time train and experience moves to the next town. The self, atoms never rest. There is an infinite ribbon equation to the self you cannot reach it's end; It filters through all the light and dark events that made up your life like a hard steady rain penetrating every layer of what is seen and unseen. My father left a hole in my heart when he walked away from me. This abandonment became a part of my filter that kaleidoscopedthrough my entire life. Scripts meant to be abandoned; terrible nightmares to be promptly awaken from. I somehow always found another expression of that story. There are many holes in my heartSo much of my life I wanted to die to be reborn into another story free from that suffering. My mother could not express her love for mewith passion...it was consumed by her hungry wolves of anxiety, grief, longing and fear. Sometimes I am bursting with white and yellow daisies from my soul to heal with compassion for o... View full comment
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Carlyn Oct 20, 2020
Bless you dear aching soul... I resonate with you just now and have additional rejection and fear Re the possible circuitry and re hashing of never enough. I crave my departed husband, I crave an illusion... I try to accept the fact that I cannot accept, that I am in denial and rejection of reality. I accept the grasping as it tries to protect me from fear ....of aloneness ....of exposure ....of annihilation...of the tearing out of me the one I love' or have attached myself to and identified with.yet in part I know dying to that 'self' is the true road to freedom..... is that just mental Tolle ism..... oh I don't know anymore... I know pain though. X
Namaste 🙏
CD
Catherine Davidson
Oct 19, 2020
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. I was talking to my 91 year old mother this morning who has been self-isolating in LA since February and who has never felt more alive. This poem explains how that might be - the universe we have inside us can still blossom and maybe even more so in these circumstances. I remembered how much I loved May Sarton's book, The Bridge of Years, and how I can still imagine the mother in that novel, her garden, the sense of resilience built into family life. Wonderful way to start the morning!
EH
Oct 19, 2020
As I/we age, we become more and more who we are. The opinions of others, regarding my behavior/appearance/choices mean little to me at 64 years. At 16, 30, 50 I cared enough to consider changing. I'm content, not always comfortable with, who I am in my mid sixties. I can't change anything about my past. I can embrace who I see in my mirror, offer her forgiveness, acceptance, unconditional love for all that is, has been, will be.
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Starr Oct 20, 2020
LOVE this comment. Thank you... as a 41 year old woman, I just want to be exatly who I am without a care about what another thinks of who I am.
DD
Oct 17, 2020
There is nothing more important than becoming yourself. If there is a purpose to be, it is to become yourself, become all you are. For me, the meaning of being alive with my song 'made so and rooted by love' isthat love is wholeness both as an individual and in being with an other. Love is union, oneness, wholeness, and getting myself together and whole as an individual and in relationship that is together and whole is to be alive with my song 'made so and rooted by love'. I have had such experiences, I always want more, and I have time to have more. I have time to be still and live alive rather than frenetically strive and at best only survive. I only need the present.
XP
Oct 16, 2020
Humans are easily susceptible to two evils.

"Whenever a group of people start believing they are better than everyone else, the results are always the same." This is the first evil, which has many variations. One example is "I against my brother. I and my brother against my cousin. I, my brother, and my cousin against the world"; another example is any form of sectarianism such asa group'snationalisticor cultural ambitions.

The second evil, is a mis-perception (often socially imposed)that we need to become somebody else (e.g., Albert Einstein, Bill Gates, Elon Musk, and my handsome neighbor) except to be ourselves. This perhaps is the greatest obstacle that consciousness evolution is facing on this planet.
JP
Oct 16, 2020
Becoming yourself is a challenge for all of us. Right from our childhood we are asked by others in our families, schools and societies who we should be. Our mind's are conditioned to think, feel and act according to the norms established by others. Reading this poem written by Mary Sarton reminds me of a poem written by John Milton. " The mind is its own place, and itself can make a Heaven of Hell, and a Hell of Heaven." It is up to me to make my own choice to become myself. In order to hear my own voice I need to quiet my own mind. In the quiet moments I know who I am. It's a journey of self-discovery. Once I hear my own voice, I sing my own song. OnceI know the rhythms of my life I dance my own dance. I feel the fullnessof life when I am my real self. Such realization grows in me like a plant rooted, watered and nurtured by love. Such inner growth takes place when I take time out and reflect deeply and feelmy "own weight and density". These are the times ... View full comment
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Deirdre Oct 21, 2020
Thank you Jagdish, I love that prompt "Where was I when I was with myself?" I find myself mostmorningswhen I look into my own eyes in the mirror, and with love say "I love you, my soul, and I'm going to do my very best today to be kind and compassionate andtake care of you today" Saying this from the heart really helps me.
Deirdre