Sunday, March 15, 2009
Monday, December 01, 2008
A silent tribute to the victims of the Mumbai War
The Mumbai tragedy is not just an isolated event. It is a shameful and shocking manifestation of a much larger systemic phenomenon. It’s like another of those many wake-up calls most of which has gone unheeded.
And from the noise one can hear even now in the discussions, debates, scapegoating, wailing, howling, yelling – it seems that this wake up call may also go unheard and unheeded.
While a section of the population, specially the Mumbai Kars, seemed to have awakened from their slumber of ‘life goes on’, I really don’t know where the rest of the country is. Specially the somnambulistic herd of so-called “leadership”. Waking them up is like waking up someone who dreams of being awake. It is next to impossible.
As a country, we seemed to have been displaying a patterned behavior of inaction and reaction. Inaction and reaction that comes from the collective fear-led conditioning of powerlessness and worthlessness.
The need of the hour however is activism. Activism born out of an innate ability to respond (responsibility) led by purpose and values and fuelled by The Power Within.
This requires silent reflection and exploration at much deeper levels of our being and not just looking at how we can behave differently.
This requires going beyond best practices and acquired competencies to explore and discover the innate life giving forces we all have innately in us.
And above all this requires an awakening and manifestation of our humanness, irrespective of class, creed, sex and color and upholding it in its fullest glory.
In each one of us, in whatever way we can.
And from the noise one can hear even now in the discussions, debates, scapegoating, wailing, howling, yelling – it seems that this wake up call may also go unheard and unheeded.
While a section of the population, specially the Mumbai Kars, seemed to have awakened from their slumber of ‘life goes on’, I really don’t know where the rest of the country is. Specially the somnambulistic herd of so-called “leadership”. Waking them up is like waking up someone who dreams of being awake. It is next to impossible.
As a country, we seemed to have been displaying a patterned behavior of inaction and reaction. Inaction and reaction that comes from the collective fear-led conditioning of powerlessness and worthlessness.
The need of the hour however is activism. Activism born out of an innate ability to respond (responsibility) led by purpose and values and fuelled by The Power Within.
This requires silent reflection and exploration at much deeper levels of our being and not just looking at how we can behave differently.
This requires going beyond best practices and acquired competencies to explore and discover the innate life giving forces we all have innately in us.
And above all this requires an awakening and manifestation of our humanness, irrespective of class, creed, sex and color and upholding it in its fullest glory.
In each one of us, in whatever way we can.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Ushering in the New
New is promising. It's tender. It's raw.It's about possibilities and adventure.
It's about the old too.
The old that you can elope with to the new.
Let all of this and many more be yours.
Let love be.
Indraneel
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Dear God
Borne out of intense sometimes heart-rending but always positive experiences of mine.
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Good Lord
I sat on the beach and watched the waves crash against the shore. They were dark, angry and turbulent, reflecting exactly what I was feeling. “I am the sea”, I thought to myself. Every drop is a feeling and I’ve got as many drops as the sea, raging, burning and churning inside. The sardonic part of me, which won’t give up, said, “You’ll start looking like the sea if you don’t watch your weight”.
I felt him beside me before I saw him, this man in blue jeans and a white tee. I wasn’t in a mood for company, so I asked, rather rudely, “who are you and what do you want with me?”
“I’m God and I want nothing from you, I never have”.
I burst out laughing, my loud laugh, “ok atleast that’s original”.
He wasn’t laughing, but was just looking at me, his eyes calm, probing and deep, “people will never stop fascinating me, you pray to me, make idols of me and commit all kinds of atrocities in my name and keep asking to see me, but when you see me, you don’t believe it. What if all of you have met me, several times and just not recognized me?”
I didn’t know what to say to that, what could I say? Whatever else I imagined God to be, I didn’t imagine him to be wearing jeans and a tee, plonked on the sand beside me.
I sized him up, “Where the hell…oh oops, where is your halo and your white robes?”
“The dress code for Saturday is casual”, he said, smiling at me.
I raked my fingers through my unruly hair, “Listen”, I said wearily, “I’m hurting inside and I won’t make very good company”.
“I know”, he said quietly. “I know because I’m hurting with you, feeling everything you are. Do you want me to go?”
“Go…stay…whatever you want to do”.
“I’ll stay with you”.
We sat in silence, he in his world (quite literally) and me in the dark, murky vault of my mind.
“What shall I call you”, I asked after a while.
“Whatever you want. As I remember you have called me quite a few names. You lousy so-and-so, being one.” he chuckled.
“Have a beer with me”, I challenged.
“Sure, but you’ll have to stand me a beer”.
“What?? Can’t you make beer out of sand or something?”
“Ahh..parlor tricks to prove that I am indeed God. Your institutions keep saying that you have to be worthy of me but from where I’m standing I have to keep trying to be worthy of you, your trust, your acceptance. People blackmail or bribe me all the time. If I do this for them they will give me coconuts or light candles. Why do you suppose they think that I need coconuts or candles? Or worse they keep repeating the same verse over and over again. They must assume I’m deaf or very dim-witted”.
I turned that over in my mind, “So what’s your scene God?” I asked
“What do you think my scene is”?
“Stop that”, I snapped. “I counsel too you know. It’s hard enough for me to take you being God, I cannot handle a God who doubles as a shrink in his spare time”.
“I experience with you and through you. So it’s not ‘my will be done’, it’s ‘your will be done’, he said.
“Very generous of you”, I replied sarcastically, realizing at an intellectual level that I was transferring anger but I was so full of despair and fear and emptiness that I didn’t care. The tears spilt over from my eyes to run freely down my cheek. I looked at him and saw the same pain reflected in his eyes.
“Where were you”, I whispered.
“Tejo, did you want me to be there”? He asked me gently.
I didn’t. I hadn’t wanted him to be there.
“Believing in you is almost delusional” I spewed. “You’re an intangible, ephemeral concept. That’s what you are…a concept. You can be anything anyone wants you to be. Like an unstable theory. You seem…well…ineffective, so why would I have wanted you to be there.”
“What would you have had me do”?
“Make things right”.
“What would your role in life have been then?”
“Nothing except to live a charmed life”, said I, feeling a little foolish.
“I’ve heard you say – Oh God, so many times. I’ve heard you say it in pain, in ecstasy, in wonder, whenever other words failed you; all you could say was Oh God. I heard you then Tejo, I was you then, in your deepest, truest feeling, stripped of rationalization or externalization. What you saw and see as emptiness, is the capacity to hold more of life. I was, am and will always be your most intense experience.”
“Very wily. So then it stands to reason that I should consider myself lucky that I’ve had so many intense experiences and so I have been you, while in them”.
“How did you arrive at that conclusion?” he asked
“You’re doing it again”.
He laughed, almost as loudly as me. “You’re hard to resist”.
My mood had changed from angry to pensive. The fire that had burnt inside me had quietened down to easy licks of subduing flames. I clinked my bottle against his and said, “cheers to experiences and intensity then”, I said.
“You’re rebelling against all the reverence that you were taught to show me. Go ahead. It’s a refreshing change. Most reserve stoic, solemn silence for me. They just assume I can’t hear the cursing and their very loud voices and thoughts the rest of the time. Is there any way I can get rid of this reputation of being a grim, judgmental, authority-figure with absolutely no sense of humour?”
I smiled, “well if you want it changed it will be changed won’t it? I thought you could do pretty much as you please”.
“You’ve always known haven’t you? I am not the answer, you are. One thing I do know Tejo. I don’t make anything that is not beautiful.
“Yeah? What were you thinking when you made the commodore dragon?”
He laughed gently. “You’ve got to see it through my eyes”.
“I don’t feel beautiful at all right now”, I said in a small voice.
“That’s because you’re not seeing yourself the way you should be: the way you were meant to be. In fact, you are not seeing yourself at all. You are looking in all the wrong places. When you find yourself, you will know what I mean.”
“I want to remember that God”, I said.
“There will be times when you will forget and you’ll remember again. I hope you remember more often than you forget. Now here comes your friend, so let me say bye”.
“It’s been a pleasure God”.
“The pleasure has been entirely mine”, said God.
Quite a gentleman that!!
“Wait, can we do it again”, I asked.
“Whenever you…er… conceptualize,” he said with a wry grin.
“Touché”, I yelled at his retreating back.
He just waved goodbye in response.
“There you are”, breathed Corina. “Wow, who’s that”, she asked, gazing admiringly at the figure fading into the horizon.
“God”, I replied.
“Yeah”, she drooled, I know what you mean.
-xxx_
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Good Lord
I sat on the beach and watched the waves crash against the shore. They were dark, angry and turbulent, reflecting exactly what I was feeling. “I am the sea”, I thought to myself. Every drop is a feeling and I’ve got as many drops as the sea, raging, burning and churning inside. The sardonic part of me, which won’t give up, said, “You’ll start looking like the sea if you don’t watch your weight”.
I felt him beside me before I saw him, this man in blue jeans and a white tee. I wasn’t in a mood for company, so I asked, rather rudely, “who are you and what do you want with me?”
“I’m God and I want nothing from you, I never have”.
I burst out laughing, my loud laugh, “ok atleast that’s original”.
He wasn’t laughing, but was just looking at me, his eyes calm, probing and deep, “people will never stop fascinating me, you pray to me, make idols of me and commit all kinds of atrocities in my name and keep asking to see me, but when you see me, you don’t believe it. What if all of you have met me, several times and just not recognized me?”
I didn’t know what to say to that, what could I say? Whatever else I imagined God to be, I didn’t imagine him to be wearing jeans and a tee, plonked on the sand beside me.
I sized him up, “Where the hell…oh oops, where is your halo and your white robes?”
“The dress code for Saturday is casual”, he said, smiling at me.
I raked my fingers through my unruly hair, “Listen”, I said wearily, “I’m hurting inside and I won’t make very good company”.
“I know”, he said quietly. “I know because I’m hurting with you, feeling everything you are. Do you want me to go?”
“Go…stay…whatever you want to do”.
“I’ll stay with you”.
We sat in silence, he in his world (quite literally) and me in the dark, murky vault of my mind.
“What shall I call you”, I asked after a while.
“Whatever you want. As I remember you have called me quite a few names. You lousy so-and-so, being one.” he chuckled.
“Have a beer with me”, I challenged.
“Sure, but you’ll have to stand me a beer”.
“What?? Can’t you make beer out of sand or something?”
“Ahh..parlor tricks to prove that I am indeed God. Your institutions keep saying that you have to be worthy of me but from where I’m standing I have to keep trying to be worthy of you, your trust, your acceptance. People blackmail or bribe me all the time. If I do this for them they will give me coconuts or light candles. Why do you suppose they think that I need coconuts or candles? Or worse they keep repeating the same verse over and over again. They must assume I’m deaf or very dim-witted”.
I turned that over in my mind, “So what’s your scene God?” I asked
“What do you think my scene is”?
“Stop that”, I snapped. “I counsel too you know. It’s hard enough for me to take you being God, I cannot handle a God who doubles as a shrink in his spare time”.
“I experience with you and through you. So it’s not ‘my will be done’, it’s ‘your will be done’, he said.
“Very generous of you”, I replied sarcastically, realizing at an intellectual level that I was transferring anger but I was so full of despair and fear and emptiness that I didn’t care. The tears spilt over from my eyes to run freely down my cheek. I looked at him and saw the same pain reflected in his eyes.
“Where were you”, I whispered.
“Tejo, did you want me to be there”? He asked me gently.
I didn’t. I hadn’t wanted him to be there.
“Believing in you is almost delusional” I spewed. “You’re an intangible, ephemeral concept. That’s what you are…a concept. You can be anything anyone wants you to be. Like an unstable theory. You seem…well…ineffective, so why would I have wanted you to be there.”
“What would you have had me do”?
“Make things right”.
“What would your role in life have been then?”
“Nothing except to live a charmed life”, said I, feeling a little foolish.
“I’ve heard you say – Oh God, so many times. I’ve heard you say it in pain, in ecstasy, in wonder, whenever other words failed you; all you could say was Oh God. I heard you then Tejo, I was you then, in your deepest, truest feeling, stripped of rationalization or externalization. What you saw and see as emptiness, is the capacity to hold more of life. I was, am and will always be your most intense experience.”
“Very wily. So then it stands to reason that I should consider myself lucky that I’ve had so many intense experiences and so I have been you, while in them”.
“How did you arrive at that conclusion?” he asked
“You’re doing it again”.
He laughed, almost as loudly as me. “You’re hard to resist”.
My mood had changed from angry to pensive. The fire that had burnt inside me had quietened down to easy licks of subduing flames. I clinked my bottle against his and said, “cheers to experiences and intensity then”, I said.
“You’re rebelling against all the reverence that you were taught to show me. Go ahead. It’s a refreshing change. Most reserve stoic, solemn silence for me. They just assume I can’t hear the cursing and their very loud voices and thoughts the rest of the time. Is there any way I can get rid of this reputation of being a grim, judgmental, authority-figure with absolutely no sense of humour?”
I smiled, “well if you want it changed it will be changed won’t it? I thought you could do pretty much as you please”.
“You’ve always known haven’t you? I am not the answer, you are. One thing I do know Tejo. I don’t make anything that is not beautiful.
“Yeah? What were you thinking when you made the commodore dragon?”
He laughed gently. “You’ve got to see it through my eyes”.
“I don’t feel beautiful at all right now”, I said in a small voice.
“That’s because you’re not seeing yourself the way you should be: the way you were meant to be. In fact, you are not seeing yourself at all. You are looking in all the wrong places. When you find yourself, you will know what I mean.”
“I want to remember that God”, I said.
“There will be times when you will forget and you’ll remember again. I hope you remember more often than you forget. Now here comes your friend, so let me say bye”.
“It’s been a pleasure God”.
“The pleasure has been entirely mine”, said God.
Quite a gentleman that!!
“Wait, can we do it again”, I asked.
“Whenever you…er… conceptualize,” he said with a wry grin.
“Touché”, I yelled at his retreating back.
He just waved goodbye in response.
“There you are”, breathed Corina. “Wow, who’s that”, she asked, gazing admiringly at the figure fading into the horizon.
“God”, I replied.
“Yeah”, she drooled, I know what you mean.
-xxx_
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
There is no Nirvana
I am back on the blog after an eight month long 'hibernation'.
So'Ham has been happening, neverthless. It has nothing to do with our sleeping or awakening. It is the process, the Tao of things.
I have been and still am hearing a lot of words - idealism, self-actualization, nirvana etc. etc.
To my un-read un-bred self these words do not have any meaning. Neither, therefore, are any questions simmering in me.
The mind ask questions and has no answers. Love has no question and is the answer.
I see a lot of resistance. Within ones own self. Between fragmented conceptual personas of ours.
The clarion call is however to bring these pieces together and experience the bliss of being whole. Being complete. Right here. Right now.
By dropping our obsession to 'do' something about it. After all, what can we 'do' to bring together what is already together. Our random thoughts and the habitual need to act upon something has created these illusory concepts about ourselves and the enviornment in which we exist.
There is no 'stage'. There is no where to go. It's all here. Waiting to be experienced. If and only if we choose to surrender to our wholeness, our completeness.
“Life is an eternal pilgrimage. There is no goal to it. it is a pure journey. Hence the joy of it. Life knows nothing of full stops. Life is a continuum, a song that never ends, a story that goes on unfolding. Each moment something new is ready to happen if you are available .....”Osho
May I once again remind that this space is for sharing our experiences. And the discoveries we make, the insights we gather. Let's try and avoid intellectualizing. It takes us no where.
Love.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
My New Years insight ...
December 30, 2006. A winter morning in Delhi. Basking in the bright sun in lawns of my long lost cousin's bunglow. In a complete do-nothing state. Somewhat hynotic and yet accutely witnessing all of the outside and inside. Suddenly, heard a voice with tone of wisdom and finality. It said :"I am here
To Prosecute the Judge
Free the Offender
Uphold the Victim.
I am here
To Liberate the
Awesome Human
From its self-imposed dungeon
Of smallness and powerlessness."
Wish you all a very fulfilling and meaningful Year 2007
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Compensation
For those of us who are salaried, have you ever wondered that the pay check you get at the end of the month is called 'compensation'.
Have you ever thought, who is compensating? For what? What is the damage?
Let us script our musing (not theories and proxy-wisdoem, please) in this space on this pheonmenon of being 'compensated' year after year.
I leave with something that I found my friend having said:
"Man becomes a slave because he is afraid to be alone
So he needs a crowd, a society, an organization
Fear is the basis of all institution
And how can a frightened mind know the truth"
Love
Have you ever thought, who is compensating? For what? What is the damage?
Let us script our musing (not theories and proxy-wisdoem, please) in this space on this pheonmenon of being 'compensated' year after year.
I leave with something that I found my friend having said:
"Man becomes a slave because he is afraid to be alone
So he needs a crowd, a society, an organization
Fear is the basis of all institution
And how can a frightened mind know the truth"
Love
Friday, October 27, 2006
a love story...
i have read this story somewhere and am reproducing it here...
there was this island where all the human feelings lived... feelings like happiness, sadness, vanity, richness etc and also there were elders like knowledge, time etc. due to some reason lets say the island was sinking ,or something similar, the island was to be vacated. all feelings were making elaborate plans to leave the island to some safer place. for some strange reason love decided to stay put for as long as it could. i guess wanted to hold out for as long as possible. when the island almost sunk it called out to various other feeling who were going off in beautiful boats. nobody had any place for love. richness was carrying all the riches, sadness wanted to be left alone. love was left alone.
sitting with a lost and forlorn look love heard a very gentle voice by its side. it was an elder and it volunteered to take love along. when they reached a safe destination the elder just went off with out saying. love went to knowledge, another elder, and asked about the elder who had helped love. it was "time" said knowledge. when asked why time helped love, knowledge, with its deep wisdom said - only time is capable of understanding how valuable love is.
i guess we all remember the time that we spend in love. all of us cherish those moments and remember it through our life.
wish all of you more and more time spent in love... Cheers!!!
there was this island where all the human feelings lived... feelings like happiness, sadness, vanity, richness etc and also there were elders like knowledge, time etc. due to some reason lets say the island was sinking ,or something similar, the island was to be vacated. all feelings were making elaborate plans to leave the island to some safer place. for some strange reason love decided to stay put for as long as it could. i guess wanted to hold out for as long as possible. when the island almost sunk it called out to various other feeling who were going off in beautiful boats. nobody had any place for love. richness was carrying all the riches, sadness wanted to be left alone. love was left alone.
sitting with a lost and forlorn look love heard a very gentle voice by its side. it was an elder and it volunteered to take love along. when they reached a safe destination the elder just went off with out saying. love went to knowledge, another elder, and asked about the elder who had helped love. it was "time" said knowledge. when asked why time helped love, knowledge, with its deep wisdom said - only time is capable of understanding how valuable love is.
i guess we all remember the time that we spend in love. all of us cherish those moments and remember it through our life.
wish all of you more and more time spent in love... Cheers!!!
Self-acceptance: the key to human awakening
I am one with all things –
In beauty, in ugliness,
For whatsoever is, there I am
Not only in virtue
But in sin too, I am a partner
Not only heaven but hell too is mine
Buddha, Jesus, Lao Tzu –
It is easy to be their heir
Chenghis, Taimur and Hitler –
They are also within me
I am the whole of mankind
Whatsoever is man’s is mine
Flower and thorns
Darkness and light
Nectar and poison
Both are mine!!!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
The Significance Of The Lotus Flower
The Lotus Flower, is a beautiful plant that floats on the surface of water and its beauty is nourished through its roots in the mud. Its roots go deep into the water and draw on the nutrients it finds in the mud at the bottom. It remains beautiful, untouched by the dirt around it. (This is a metaphor for our lives.)
But the Lotus Flower is also significant for a second reason. It is a plant that flowers and seeds at the same time. It beautifully illustrates the profound working of life where the effect is simultaneous with the cause. It signifies the process of cause and effect at work deep within the life of each person.
As we go about our daily lives, in every single moment, we make causes in the things that we think and say and do. The law of cause and effect explains that when we make a cause, the anticipated effect of that cause is stored deep in our lives, and when the right circumstances appear then we experience the effect.
In a nutshell, the law of cause and effect lies in what we think and say and do.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Dignity
To those who hurt me
You never touched me.
To those who gave me the worst
You gave me the best.
I can't stay bitter for life
So I look towards what's right.
I've learned from what burned me
So I won't be that fire.
Because I.Am.A.Leaf.
What blows me lifts me higher.
Andrea See.
You never touched me.
To those who gave me the worst
You gave me the best.
I can't stay bitter for life
So I look towards what's right.
I've learned from what burned me
So I won't be that fire.
Because I.Am.A.Leaf.
What blows me lifts me higher.
Andrea See.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Life Potential
The heart is what is important." There is nothing more vulnerable, nothing more corruptible than the human mind; nor is there anything as powerful, steadfast and ennobling.
Everything depends on what is in our hearts. If we decide to ourselves that something is impossible, then, consistent with our minds in thinking so, even something that is possible for us will become impossible. On the other hand, if we have the confidence that we can definitely do something, then we are already one step closer to achieving it in reality.
D. Ikeda
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Welcome !!!
I am delighted to see kindred souls joining us to participate and contribute to this forum.
Someone asked me in a workshop the other day, "What is the next stage of human evolution".
I said, "I am not sure if there is a defined stage we are moving towards."
"However, I suspect, there is a certain state that we could be visting often, in this journey. It is a state of transcension of thoughts. A state of being a witness of one's thoughts"
"Which, to me, does not mean being 'thought-less'. Instead, it means moving from being thought-led to leading ones thoughts, consciously."
Yes, my friends, it is about thought-leadership.
So let's imprint this blog with our exceptional moments of thought-leadership.
Love
Indraneel
Someone asked me in a workshop the other day, "What is the next stage of human evolution".
I said, "I am not sure if there is a defined stage we are moving towards."
"However, I suspect, there is a certain state that we could be visting often, in this journey. It is a state of transcension of thoughts. A state of being a witness of one's thoughts"
"Which, to me, does not mean being 'thought-less'. Instead, it means moving from being thought-led to leading ones thoughts, consciously."
Yes, my friends, it is about thought-leadership.
So let's imprint this blog with our exceptional moments of thought-leadership.
Love
Indraneel
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
The Importance of Dialogue
Daisaku Ikeda says:
Dialogue - It is the light that eliminates the dark shadows of violence.
Dialogue - It is the sword of peace that cuts the synergetic ties that bind distrust to hatred to war.
Dialogue - It is the wings that bring people together and carry us over the walls of confrontation and social disintegration.
To revive and return to the art of dialogue, and to multiply the number of participants in dialogue, is our first task as people of the 21st century.
Monday, October 16, 2006
What is Love?
Love is perhaps the most (ab)used word in the dictionary. Sometimes the most (a)voided and (ab)stained word, perhaps, too.
With some of the recent posts having mentioned this word, I thought it may be a good idea to try and see if I could share some of my realizations from experiments with and experiencing of love, just in case it provides some direction.
I will try to stay away from some of oft-heard profound expressions of love. Lest they are dismissed as "not-meant-for-us" "philosophy".
To me love, at its most basic level of manifestation, is the way to individualization. The energy which brings together the two parts of ourselves - the man & the woman - together to a unified whole.
At another level is dissolves the illusive physical boundaries to include others in ones own existence.
And finally, it is the energy that propels one to a state of absolute bliss as one transcends the physicality and emotionality of love to reach ones abode - a state of conscious awareness.
Intense love leaves no space for shame, guilt, condemnation or any of such fear-led emotions. It is about respecting ones freedom to be and let the other be - or even not to be. It is being released from the pressures to become and expectations of the other to become. It is being rendered to a state of surrendered existence. A state of humble spontaneity. A state of a magical presence, often awe-inspiring for others.
The oft understood implication of love has a lot to do with 'doing' something. Maybe, that's how the journey starts. However, it is being 'total' in the doing including being 'total' with ones inability to be 'total'.
The power of love makes a tiger and a sheep drink from the same pond. It makes co-existence of diverse and disparate entities possible.
Finally, it is about being loose and natural. Being at ease, even with ones dis-ease.
To conclude, let me offer a poem that I had written on my love :
My love is like the Sun
My love is like the Sun
It shines, on all
Making no
Differences
It is nourishing
Life-giving for some
And scorching, burning
For some others
The glare can be blinding
For some who
Experience it
Through its reflection
Those caught
In the paradox
Of the day and night
Are intrigued
By it’s illusory absence
When they move
To the ‘other’ side of
Life
My love is like the Sun
It shines, on all
Born out of the fire
Eternally burning
In my heart
May, 2006, Bangalore
With some of the recent posts having mentioned this word, I thought it may be a good idea to try and see if I could share some of my realizations from experiments with and experiencing of love, just in case it provides some direction.
I will try to stay away from some of oft-heard profound expressions of love. Lest they are dismissed as "not-meant-for-us" "philosophy".
To me love, at its most basic level of manifestation, is the way to individualization. The energy which brings together the two parts of ourselves - the man & the woman - together to a unified whole.
At another level is dissolves the illusive physical boundaries to include others in ones own existence.
And finally, it is the energy that propels one to a state of absolute bliss as one transcends the physicality and emotionality of love to reach ones abode - a state of conscious awareness.
Intense love leaves no space for shame, guilt, condemnation or any of such fear-led emotions. It is about respecting ones freedom to be and let the other be - or even not to be. It is being released from the pressures to become and expectations of the other to become. It is being rendered to a state of surrendered existence. A state of humble spontaneity. A state of a magical presence, often awe-inspiring for others.
The oft understood implication of love has a lot to do with 'doing' something. Maybe, that's how the journey starts. However, it is being 'total' in the doing including being 'total' with ones inability to be 'total'.
The power of love makes a tiger and a sheep drink from the same pond. It makes co-existence of diverse and disparate entities possible.
Finally, it is about being loose and natural. Being at ease, even with ones dis-ease.
To conclude, let me offer a poem that I had written on my love :
My love is like the Sun
My love is like the Sun
It shines, on all
Making no
Differences
It is nourishing
Life-giving for some
And scorching, burning
For some others
The glare can be blinding
For some who
Experience it
Through its reflection
Those caught
In the paradox
Of the day and night
Are intrigued
By it’s illusory absence
When they move
To the ‘other’ side of
Life
My love is like the Sun
It shines, on all
Born out of the fire
Eternally burning
In my heart
May, 2006, Bangalore
A small little story
There was this man who saw a scorpion floundering around in the water. He decided to save it by stretching out his finger, but the scorpion stung him. The man still tried to get the scorpion out of the water, but the scorpion stung him again.
A man nearby told him to stop trying to save the scorpion that kept stinging him.
But the man said: "It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting? He is giving me what he has;I will give him what I have."
Don't give up loving. Don't give up your goodness. Even if people around you sting!
A man nearby told him to stop trying to save the scorpion that kept stinging him.
But the man said: "It is the nature of the scorpion to sting. It is my nature to love. Why should I give up my nature to love just because it is the nature of the scorpion to sting? He is giving me what he has;I will give him what I have."
Don't give up loving. Don't give up your goodness. Even if people around you sting!
If you can believe in Miracles
If you can believe in your heart that something wonderful is about to happen then you love your life,
If you can believe in your own powers and your own potential and in your own innate goodness and wake every morning with the awe of just being alive,
If you can discover each day the awesome beauty in the world and explore and embrace life in yourself and in everyone you see each day,
If you can reach within to find your own specialness and amaze yourself and those around you,
If you can admit that you are less than perfect and not be afraid to share these imperfections,
If you can let those who love you help you and trust enough to be able to take,
If you can look with hope to the horizon of today and live this day well,
If you can let a little sun out as well as in to create your own rainbows,
If you can believe in Miracles....
Thursday, August 31, 2006
The journey-an adventure
The adventure is not in arriving; it's on the way experience...not the expected,it's the surprise. You are not choosing what you shall see in the world, but are giving the world an even chance to see you.
Let us all experience life... be on the journey, till we arrive at our destination.
Let us all experience life... be on the journey, till we arrive at our destination.
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