Why
would there be sense pleasure in nature? Can you imagine any type of life
possible without it on the planet? Is manifestation possible at all without
sense-driven gratification? Isn’t sensual pacification the gateway from the unmanifest
to the manifest? When a flower blooms isn’t it a result of the black-bee’s
sense gratification? When a rishi
goes into the caves to launch his war against the senses, isn’t he himself a
result of the sense gratification of his parents? When I aim for the ultimate
gratification, the much cherished perpetual bliss, isn’t that a super
gratification?
Poor
sense pacifications, they are such a maligned entity. Their theoretical
negation forms the base all the endless stream of words in holy books and
scriptures. While the reality is that at the level of life’s manifestation, as
it’s on earth, how will you even survive without this faculty? These are merely
the faculties that have evolved with us in the game of survival. The key lies
in their balanced usage for a wholesome life.
Those
on the path of so-called spirituality start with an acute sense of some
imbalance, some pain, loss, bitterness. The latter are just results of
mismanaged, skewed usage of our natural faculties. I have seen very well-poised
and balanced people serving as hawkers and rickshaw pullers in crowded bazaars;
almost saintly in demeanor; at so much ease with whatever nature has given them
at the level of senses and their use. And I have seen high priests, the careerist
spiritualists, unfortunately most of them in fact, who are well decked up in the
armor of dharma and holy look, but peace is farthest from their eyes. Many of
them take a cute tumble with their lady followers.
It’s
only about being at ease with yourself; nothing less, nothing more. One can use
any kind of words to describe it. There is no end to words. They are the
products of the faculty of our mind only. Sometimes back an old sadhu was
ruminating that he got a nightfall which he considered a sin. Well, had you
been healthy in your ideas about sex and women, had been balanced in your ideas
and usage of this natural sense-born faculty, you won’t have been crying over
night falls in old age, I thought. It’s not about negating sense-born desires.
It’s not even about getting saturated with them. It’s all about balance. Like
when you eat. Not much to give you ache, not too less to starve you. Like
Buddha realized when he almost died after starving himself for months.
Learn
to be at ease dear brothers and sisters. If you are sitting in a brothel and
are at ease with yourself, you are your own saint. If you are occupying the
highest seat of a pontiff and itching with restlessness then you are a novice
still. So learn the art of being at ease with yourself wherever you are
situated. Balance. Balance. Balance. In everything that life offers. Accept.
Accept the windfalls of the pleasure of flesh with humility and gratitude and
pay back with sincere hard work. It’s a beautiful world because of the teasing
interplay of sensory desire seeking, not because of those who preach against it
and keep smoldering with desire within.
You
dear seeker, you ought to feel obliged to the teasing ways of desires. You have
been given this beautiful life by an exciting play of desires between your
parents. I am sure they were not meditating while you got launched into the
womb. Desire is the force that’s catapulting the forces of creation and generation:
at the level of species in mating urge, and huge galaxies expanding at the
cosmic level. That’s the force that pulls this cosmos. Those who are running
away from life, relationships, needful responsibilities, mundane pleasures need
to remember that most of our gods, rishis
and munis had beautiful partners,
families and children. They are called bhagwan
because they used their energies in an optimum way and managed their sensual
faculties in the way they wanted. They used them in a balanced way instead of
falling imbalanced to one particular impulse.
In
balanced amount even poison serves like amrit.
In imbalanced amount even amrit turns
poison. A judicious mix of what nature has given is nothing short of
enlightenment. Why put your fate solely in the pages of holy books? They are
mere indicators, just creation of the minds who could write better than you and
me. So ease up. Just be. Accept what you are. Why negate? As the component of
being at ease builds up, the tendency to go into impulsive, imbalanced use of
sense pleasure faculties will get transformed itself. New neurological circuits
develop that drive more hormones of wellness through our system. It’s a very simple
physiological fact. Why interpret it to mythological proportions?
The
ultimate untroubled playfulness is a result of carefully nurtured well-balanced
use of our energies and sensorial faculties. We come to a ripening. The
impulses lose their meaning and desires drop off without pain like a ripe fruit
drops by itself. The senses and their potential for pleasure still remain in
the body but their use or no use means the same. They no longer drive our
thoughts, actions and emotions. You get a choice and use doesn’t drive you crazy and no-use
doesn’t make you suffer. In a way one rises above that dimension. Call it
realization or enlightenment. It’s but merely more conscious, aware form of
living; just transformation of energies for a bit more refined thoughts and
emotions; a shift in perspective.
It
doesn’t mean I find people in the so-called worldly dimension as lowly placed.
Everything is just same in mother existence. It’s only about a choice to be
something extra if our present sense of existence makes us restless and we feel
something missing. It’s merely a choice to be at more ease with the self.
Just
learn to stay in the present. This is the ultimate meditation. No need to roam
in the Himalayas. Do it among the sweet-sour scent of humanity around you. It’s
almost always about what we had been or what we would be. Very rarely we are
what we are now. And thus dear brothers and sisters, we exit from the portals
of life as ignorant of its meaning as when we entered it.
The
flower bud opens with a pining majesty. Infantile petals ready to be born for
one more fragrant, juicy season. The goddess of beauty opens another eye to see
this world with more colors. But the de-juicing black-bee is also around!
Things of beauty and joy are almost always accompanied by the greedy swirls of utilitarian
air—two aspects of duality. But that doesn’t mean the things of beauty and joy
shouldn’t smile and bloom.
I
know it disturbs many minds who have accepted the superiority of particular
paths in taking them to the exclusive class of refined and holy beings on
earth. That also is another form of ego: the desire to be in a state from where
the rest of humanity seems a group of meek ignorants who need reformation and
enlightenment. So take this slightly bitter pill of information with a glass of
water and be at ease. If your mind still feels disturbed then rethink about the
utility of gurus and scriptures who haven’t given you equanimity of mind to
even digest this. Then reboot. And smile. Then laugh. At yourself. It helps.