W.B. Yeats
nails the truth: “All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.”
Poison in
small amount can be beneficial like nectar. And nectar in excess can be fatal
like poison. We tend to jump from one extreme to another in our likes,
dislikes, opinions and affiliations. And all excesses are stepping stones to
pains, sufferings and alienation. There is only one thing in the universe that
isn’t fatal in excess: love. This is the supreme leveler, the ultimate
counter-point to all and sundry excesses and imbalances.
Alice
Walker gives a very nice little exercise to get the magic potion flowing in
your life: “‘Thank you’ is the best prayer that anyone could say. I say that
one a lot. Thank you expresses extreme gratitude, humility, understanding.”
I would
add, say ‘Thank you’ with a disarming smile. That completes the exercise. You
may repent million and one words of yours but never ‘Thank you’. Try it. It’s a
very potent bomb-defuser.
Dalai
Lama: “Too much self-centered attitude, you see, brings, you see, isolation.
Result: loneliness, fear, anger. The extreme self-centered attitude is the
source of suffering.”
We hit the
extremities and find ourselves struggling at the end of the pole. Irony is that
all of us know with our practical knowledge that only a balanced central point
can give us respite from shaking and the fear of falling over the edge.
In the Cosmic
Mirage over there, we hardly have things positioned at one extreme. So leave
your perch at the extreme, and surrender to the lure of the midway point. And
mind you, love is the counterweight that can help you stay in the middle.
So guys, mix the contradictions. Churn out a
paste. Blend the duality. Grind it well. And you get nothing in the so called
‘everything’. Is there any hard and fast line between the so called two ends of
our perception? Is ‘black’ only ‘black’? Is ‘white’ only ‘white’? No. They seep
into each other and relatively define each other, apparently though, not in
reality. Black is less white, and white is less black.
Dark is not just ‘dark’. And light
is not just ‘light’. Dark is only ‘less light’. And light is just ‘less dark’. Duality
sustains on our sense of ‘ego’ driven by our perception-hungry senses. It turns
our consciousness into self-consciousness, thus smartly laying the snare for a
limited potential to grow and evolve.
Is there any pure, unadulterated
‘pleasure’? No. Pleasure is a state of having lesser pain. Pleasure has a mild
dose of pain in it. Always! Find out a person who has no trace of pain in him.
Is there any condition of just having ‘pain’? No. Pain is just having lesser
degree of ‘pleasure’. Pleasure carries pain in it, and pain carries pleasure in
it.
Our ego, our sense of ‘I’, stretches
the point of reality in two directions for suitable dualities wherein things
stand compartmentalized and defined almost as contradictions of each other.
Imagine the morning ‘twilight’ when
the day’s rising light mixes with the night’s vanishing darkness. The balance!
The melting of duality. Observing the phenomenon outside, we have to dispel the
fog inside and see the sun of reality in its true avatar.
Is there any state of something
being perfectly ‘cold’ or perfectly ‘hot’? No. Cold is just lesser hot. And hot
is just lesser cold. The reality just gives the illusion of apparently getting
stretched in opposite directions. It’s the see-saw battle. We look this way,
then we turn to the other side. By subduing the element of ‘self’ from pure
‘consciousness’, one can get a balanced vision. Then the funny mirage of seeing
two avatars of the same thing becomes invisible. And loving self becomes the
most natural of an instinct.
If you want to swim, accept
drowning. If you want to fly, accept falling. To win, accept loss. To
fulfillment, accept emptiness. The duality is bound by almost an unbreakable
cord, at least to a disillusioned self cowering under the weight of ego. Pull
one, and the other one comes dragging. A win is not a win completely. You are
losing something also, in some form or the other. No flight is a flight solely.
It involves a fall also here and there. Swimming isn’t floating only. It
involves intervals of drowning also. Accept the so called opposite, antipodal,
the perceived enemy and the threat. Don’t run away from it. Success is not the
absence of defeat. It’s only accepting defeat, learning further and moving on.
Accept death and you live. Surrender the ego and you get to master the
ownership of your thoughts, actions and emotions. You then control them instead
of they deciding your fate.
The two versions of the same thing
are inseparable, and are just our conveniently defined two points on the plain
of reality. Death is not just death in itself. It is the beginning of life, of
birth. Birth is not just birth. It is the beginning of death. Death starts the
moment we take birth. After all it’s a process, not an event at the end of
life.
Same is the case with the apparent
duality of creation and destruction. They don’t exist separately. For an event
and happening to occur, there has to be a balance between the two. Like human
body survives on the principle of the balance between creation and destruction.
New cells are continuously being created and old ones are dying. The circle. It
holds the key to the mystery. Here is the end; here is the beginning.
The reality has loops of the so
called dualities going side by side, at all points, in all directions, and in
all events. The counterweights. The balance. Going on and on in loops. The
ever-expanding universe and the ever-dying universe. In loops. In circles. At
countless points. Forever. Explosions and implosions. Blasts and suction.
Circular loops. Creation and destruction. Creation and destruction. On and on.
In circles. Expansion and suction. Going from nowhere to everywhere and from
everywhere to nowhere. And passing through the point where you happen to read
it presently.
Enjoy the
moment. Take pleasure in the ride. It’s a whole thoroughfare out of nothing.
From nothing to everything! Don’t feel puzzled over the fact that the net
energy of the universe is zero. At the most take it as something synonymous to
godliness. It’s a cosmic heartbeat, with the only difference on the so called
time scale. Your heart beats once per second. The cosmic heart beats at the
rate of billions of years. It expands, it implodes. Endlessly. So don’t get
doubts about eternity. It’s possible. If a clock pendulum can maintain its
swing, why cannot the cosmic cycle? When the pendulum is going to the right,
it’s creating the potential to travel leftwards, and vice versa. When the
universe is expanding, it’s creating the potential to implode. During
implosion, it’s creating the potential to explode. Simple see-sawing with net
zero energy! Isn’t it the greatest trick by the existential force!
And the
seed, the focal point, of this mammoth mirage is love, compassion, harmony,
rhythm and a never-ending melody. Love, along with its aforementioned derivatives,
is the only thing whose excess never crosses the critical limits because it has
to stay one step ahead of a mischance when everything may cease to exist thus
stopping the mirage. Till it goes, love and harmony stay in the front, pulling
the great show in its wake. Roll in the twilight grey of love where there is no
light, no dark. But there is bliss definitely.