Creation
has just one source, single point of focus. Elixir of life and curse of death
spring from the same source. The nectar and the poison originate from the same
place. Life’s shadow is death, and death’s shadow is life. The perceived
duality is a mental image projected in vacuum as we peer through the lens of “ego”,
i.e., helpless bondage to the outermost layer, the grossest level of our material
existence. The latter stands as the bridge to the shaky walk this way or the
other. Break the bond and these drift away into non-existence. Love is tied to
hate. And our “ego” is the rope, the bridge holding the two extremes of
duality. Clinging to the two extremities, we have the option of treating one as
the substance and the other as the shadow. If your ego allows love to be the substance,
then hate turns a shadow. And vice versa. But in treating hate as the
substance, we contradict the basic principle of nature. Hate is an exception,
love is the rule at the cosmic level. Endless swathes of cosmic tranquility into
fathomless depths cannot sustain without inherent love, peace and harmony. By
hating we are putting a roadblock, a speed-bump in the path of infinite space-time
continuum. Through love we speed up the cause
of evolution. In choosing love and the elixir of life, we add to the inherent
cosmic harmony. In hating we add to the cosmic explosions and accidents.
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- Sufi
- Hi, this is somebody who has taken the quieter by-lane to be happy. The hustle and bustle of the big, booming main street was too intimidating. Passing through the quieter by-lane I intend to reach a solitary path, laid out just for me, to reach my destiny, to be happy primarily, and enjoy the fruits of being happy. (www.sandeepdahiya.com)
Thursday, June 7, 2018
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Shadows under the light
There is no perfect darkness,
and hardly complete light,
Not totally good
and perfectly bad either,
Darkness stands because
the light is at some distance,
And light means
the shadows are yet to crawl near,
Here lies the challenge for goodness,
because
bad is just a bit away.The times when almost everything was pardoned
Old times had their own good bad charms.
You just can’t afford to be judgmental. In the region where my parent state
stands presently, there was this Nawab of Daulta near the present town of Beri.
Well, the man was a religious enthusiast. He released even the murderers if
they converted to Islam. So what do you say?
Then there was this communist chap, Prakash
Singh Dujana. Even politics was simple during those bucolic days. He won’t
think too much before proclaiming at the rally, “I need to convince only the
Jat voters. The lower castes will come along by default like a street dogs
comes with ticks on its ears.” Someone said, “You don’t have a single vote.”
Our politician was one-eyed. Expertly and confidently he pointed out someone in
the audience similarly placed on the vision front, “There is my brother in half
vision. He at least can’t ignore me through his single eye!” Then he realized another
advantage and quipped, “Ten girls from my village have been married here. And
they are very social and pleasing personalities. I have faith in them. They
must be in a position to influence hundreds of men around!”
There was then this old man. Travelling
in his bullock carts at night, he would take long detours away from any type of
light visible on the horizon. “This light attracts thugs, robbers and ruffians.
This is not light. This is the path of sin,” he used to say. Well, he would
have preferred to keep the whole world in darkness at nights.
So
those were the days, when the best to the worst was put in the same basket and
weighed in the scale and valued at the same price. And nobody got unduly
jittery. Those were the times of acceptance I suppose!Self-fucking species
What is there to win for you? If you
cannot win a gold medal at the Olympics, who has stopped you from enjoying the
game in your local park? Nobody! Only we ourselves deprive us of the moments
which could have fetched unqualified happiness to us.
We don’t enjoy because we look at the
end, the gold medal, and totally ignore the process--the present--of playing.
So what if you can’t be the handsomest
man and the prettiest woman on the earth! But who stops you from getting decked
up to be the best for your resources and looks? There is no scale of beauty, we
create one on the bases of our complexes. Nature made all of us different in
appearance. Nobody holds the copyright on beauty. It’s a freebie lying there
dirt cheap to be claimed by one and all.
Accepted that you can’t own a Jaguar.
But who stops you from enjoying the pleasant drive in your old car while nature
is at its kindest and the weather is applauding at its best?
Long
before destiny, society and governments arrive to rob us of our claims to
happiness, it’s we ourselves who shut the door ourselves. We are basically
self-fuckers, always pulling down our own pants to shame our own selves.Expansion and contraction
A raindrop in the ocean,
and a balloon in the air,
One mixing with the whole
to become complete and happily spread out,
The other capturing a part of the hole
to
egotistically confine for a specific, limited self.
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