yes, there are questions.. and each answer gives birth to another and yet another one.. how enriching this experience has been.. despite the ‘noise’.. but that is what we are trying to filter through.. without extreme noise how can there be a craving for silence..
recently heard of ‘Vipassana’
.. meaning insight or self-observation.. maybe we can call it another form of meditation.. under strict discipline.. where in the first experience invariably you want to run away.. as if you are losing your mind.. because of the ‘noise’ within.. and the silence without.. not supposed to say a word for days to anyone.. nor interact.. nor read or write.. just be with your thoughts and watch your breath.. following a strict routine under frugal conditions.. is it possible to fall through and beyond words.. we look for all our answers in these words.. only to see them fall away.. thoughts surging.. crumbling.. receding.. in waves.. as they come crashing down.. calming.. washing the shores with their drenching residue of ‘limitation’..
love this movie 'lost in translation'.. speaks so aptly of how sometimes people living together seem to speak different languages.. another void.. another search.. another need.. to be 'heard'.. 'felt' and 'seen'..
a unique comparison.. meditation.. with horse-riding.. pacing and tempo fluidly encompassing contrasting states of breathing and breathlessness.. euphoria surpassing different levels of ‘consciousness’.. thoughts giving way to feeling.. and the moment itself.. so so beautiful.. the eternal and ever-changing now being the still point between manic abandon and settled peace..
keep going off at tangents.. but.. this blog seems akin to 'meditation'.. and I'm trying.. it IS tough work.. and I'm really really working at it.. with these thoughts 'walking' me through all the mazes.. at once a guide.. and a friend.. adventurously game to explore all the venues..
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