Who doesn’t appreciate the genius
of Leo Tolstoy? Through his beautiful writing the sagely author continues to
inspire millions even a century after his death. Undoubtedly he was a great
human being. But his wife had a diametrically opposite view of him. To her he
was the same normal, almost oppressive, husband. Does it mean that all of us
are essentially the very same poor humans after we enter the privacy of our
room, shed the clothes and behavioral bearing?
We don't just cover ourselves
with clothes. We wear multiple layers of thoughts, attitude, behavior,
calculating mind, scheming intellect and maneuvering to maintain an image. This
is a subtle clothing. Hardly visible like the clothes we wear. But this is the
primary steel armor that we carry with us. Maybe it’s necessary to wear it to
survive in the struggle as a human. We have our jobs, duties, responsibilities
to fulfill. There we need this subtle steel armor. But we get habituated to
keep it on us, always, day and night, even within our walls. Its weight crushes
relationships. No wonder we feel tired even while lying on the bed. Its weight
crushing the soft petals of relationships. It challenges our own essential
faith.
The armor is still sitting on our
chest as we enter the domain of our intimate people where we are supposed to be
open, free and light. So why not go for complete disarming at least within the
privacy of our rooms, in our little intimate group, with our closest dear ones?
Join them as a very light being, almost naked like a baby with all your
vulnerabilities, flaws, fears, insecurities, anxieties. To feel very light, to
be disarmed of the heavy battle shield, to almost float in your secure,
personal bubble. Drift like a cloud with your vulnerabilities within the
security of your cozy bubble. Lay bare your soul. Lift the iron chains from it.
And just be. Becoming something is a necessity I know. But put it on as you
come out. However, stay light, open, honest, frank and see-through among the
people you trust.
Share your pain. Speak out your
miseries. Shower your ecstasy. Offer your smile. Show your tears. Present your
kindness. Drizzle your pure emotions. Then one can feel the soothing solitude
within the safe bubble. Make your little capsule of solitude and peace among
all this meaningless crowd and intimidating chaos. It can be done anywhere with
faith, love, care and share among the chosen few. And float lightly in it, like
a balloon drifting to the ceiling fan’s wind within a safe room.
If we make it with the ‘Lightness
of Being’, it’s possible. Do it with vulnerable gentility, disarming smile,
openness and baby-type nakedness after shedding the steel armor of ‘becoming
something’ that we need to wear once we come out of our cozy bubble. Then go
out with your behavioral clothing and perform the essential tasks and come
back, put off everything and enjoy the ‘Lightness of Being’. This is the little
workshop in the art of the ‘Lightness of Being’.
The enlightened sages are the
ones to whom the entire existence becomes such a cozy bubble. The entire
humanity becomes merely an intimate, warm bubble. They float freely without the
need to become something. They shed the steel armor forever and turn baby soft.
No wonder they float so restfully. That is a high degree in the university of
the ‘Lightness of Being’. We the common people are in the schooling stage of
the same subject. We have to pass the higher and senior secondary school exams
in the art of the ‘Lightness of Being’. It’s a low grade examination. It doesn’t
require research scholarship. It’s a tiny assignment—to enjoy the ‘Lightness of
Being’ within a carefully nurtured little bubble. But believe me it carries the
taste of the cosmic bubble.
Trainee fighter pilots learn and
practice in simulated indoor environment and then fly freely in the open skies.
If we learn the art and craft of the ‘Lightness of Being’ in our tiny intimate
bubble, maybe one day we will be floating free among the vast expanses of this
existence.
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