Power...
There are so many things that are happening around me and when I ponder on each of them seperately..they lead to just one conclusion:
It's the question of, 'Do we, as individuals;
do we, as a community;
and
do we, as a nation, really
and as a world,
do we have the power to make changes?
Do we have the power to rule our own destiny?
And the answer that echoes in my mind in response is:
The choices that we make in the situations that we land in results in our destiny...so no matter how "micro" or "macro" the matter is...It's only we that have this power..and we better take responsibilty for the choices that we have made!!
And..while making those choices it pays to doubt one's faith!!
just another one..
Blissful Times...
It's Trekking Time again
The Picture..
There are pictures in your eyes
Which you have never seen..
Expanses of colour
-tender landscape
of dots,blurred drizzles and scratches
Slurred impressions
Of what you think is true!
Of those desires buried inside you..
Of a soul rising after a deep slumber..
Of Laughter and sadness you otherwise never knew...
Chase these migrant thoughts
And stay here
Now!
Cause you will loose flight
To yet another memory
You will loose your moment
To private re-enactment
Of precious moments gone...
You will loose yourself
To a dispensable idea yet again
And loose the picture
In your eye that you haven't seen...
There's Hope even in the darkest moment!
(Un)Real
Suppose a child is born..devoid of all senses,has no sight,no vision,no smell, no taste..nothing!
There is no way, whatsoever in which he can receive any sensations from the outside world.And suppose this child is fed and kept alive for eighteen years.The question then asked is that" Does this eighteen year old have a thought in his head?If so, where does this come from?How does he get it...Robert Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
A very deep thought...
Knowledge is exclusively derived from senses...what if i dont have any..does that mean that there is no moon, no sun, no wind because i cannot feel it?
That tree that falls on the ground...makes no sound...because there is no soul to perceive it!In other words..no observation,means no reality!
There is ample philosophy written on the subject, from Robert Pirsig to Osho..to many theories in the scientific world that imply that no observation mean no reality!
Yet again,it isn't a convincing answer for me!
Dreams seem real when we are asleep,we later realise that it is all in the mind!
What causes dream when we are asleep can cause the same when we are awake!Reality as you know could just be an illusion!In the above case,the reality of the body without any emotion is a reality for me, an illusion for that soul!
We simply do not know what is real!
Reality as you know it might just be an illusion!
We can simply never know things which are real!
There is no constant we can compare anything with!
I stand amid this roar...
and hold sand tightly in my hands
and when i open my hands...
i realise that the sand is no longer there...
and now i wonder,did i ever have any in my hand!
A long lost poem..
Now,right now
Let us draw a line
and promise that we'll not cross
A tall order...
that's what understanding is all for
Like disease
and labyrinth
it spreads
engulfing your soul and mine
barbed spaces,
protecting your sanctity and mine.
We need the silence
to pierce through this uneasy peace
to talk to the noises in the heads
Let stillness take over
let life take shape
like amoeba
On it's own!!!
The Prophet-Khalil Gibran
There are times when you feel a lump in your thoat,you want to speak but you voice fails you.Your eyelids are heavy with tears and you know that you are not sad..but just overwhelmed because what you reading is a book..that has touched a chord which is pure and the highest degree of truth if there is one.
I rarely ever cry. I cant recall the last time I did.It’s as if my tearglands have dried..but there is something so amazing about this book “THE PROPHET BY KHALIL GIBRAN” that each time i read it..i just feel the same..
On Love:
When love beckons you, follow him.
For even as Love crowns you so shall he crucify you.Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.Love Possesses not nor would it be possessed.For Love is sufficient unto Love.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
On Marriage:
You were born together,and together you shall be for evermore.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness. Love one another,but make not a bond of Love.Let it rather be a moving soul between the shores of your souls.
On Children:
Your children are not your children.They are sons and daughter of Life’s longing for itself.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.You may house their bodies but not the soul.
On Giving:
You give but little when you give your possessions.It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need tomorrow.
And what is fear of need but need itself?
On Work:
You work so that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
All life is darkness save when there is urge
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge..
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work..
And all work is empty save when there is Love
And when you work with work you bind yourself unto yourself
Work is Love made visible.
On Sorrow:
Your Joy is your sorrow unmasked.
The Deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Together they come,and when one sits alone with you at your board,remember that the other is sleeping on your bed.
Of Houses:
Your House is your larger Body.
What is it that you guard with fastened doors?
We are children of Space,Restless in Rest ,we shall not be tamed or trapped.
The house is not an anchor but a mast.
Of Crime and Punishment:
When you commit a wrong unto others, we commit a wrong unto yourself
Like the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of us,
So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest in each one of you.
Of Freedom:
We cannot be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to us.It is when we also cease to speak of freedom as a goal and fulfillment.
We are free when days are bound with trouble and nights are full of grief,but we rise above these things naked and unbound.
Of Resaon and Passion:Our Soul is often a battlefield,upon which your reason and your judgement wage war against you passion and your appetite.
Reason alone,is a force confining, and passion unattended is a flame that burns its own destruction.
Of Pain:Much of our pain is self chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician with you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician and drink His remedy in Silence and tranquility.
Of Friendship:Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
Of Good and Evil:
You are good when you are one with oneself.Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil.
Your evil is your path of being good…be awake while you are being bad.
