There is a strange mesmeric music in the sound of the rain.. The waves lapping against the rocks.The sound of water falling from a great height, Or flowing over rocks.. And each note different, unique.. Entrancing. A divine orchestra of natural instruments. Averring music is there in every atom every pore, to which the elements dance in seamless synchronicity..
The clouds darkening with unnamed emotions as they seemingly meet the lit up sea across the horizon. Could see the path of light coming down from the skies.. Who do they make way for in such a ceremonious way.. It is almost impossible to grasp such beauty even for a moment.. Leaves your heart bursting with a desperate need to expand and encompass.
Today got up to greet and embrace the dawn.. The sun coming up.. Clear skies.. Mornings are so beautiful these days and everyday i feel my eye sight is so limited.. Like there is so much to take in and am simply not equipped to do so.. Fed the crows.. And they were flocking to eat.. it was almost scary, so many crows at once at the window.. like they would come in.. lots of ravens among them.. food over within secs..
Drove around .. Weather was awesome.. An unnamed disquiet where i could almost feel my poise slipping.. Such useless things we waste our time and mind on..
I wonder sometimes why we need to get away from time to time. Even though it is to the same places. Is it the Weather. Or break from routine.. Relaxation. Or just escapism. Cant we break the conditioning and have a similar holiday at home.. The day the weather is beautiful. Take it as a holiday. Go on a long drive. Have relaxing prolonged tea watching the rain.. Have dinner in the balcony amidst lamps or candles. Or a picnic on a terrace.. Watch movies.. Play games.. Do sight seeing or shopping.. Rediscover the place you live in. After all the weekend destinations are also the same each time. Why is This conditioning so hard to break.
ITS STILL NOT RAINING.. THE SKY A CLEAR BLUE.. HOW CLEAR THE SOUNDS OF BIRDS IN THE MORNING HOURS AND DURING THE DAY TRAFFIC SOUNDS DROWN OUT EVERYTHING ELSE.. CAN STILL HEAR INTERMITTENT CHIRPS.. AND SO WANT TO TRAIN MY EARS TO DROWN OUT THE TRAFFIC SOUNDS INSTEAD.. WHO TEACHES THESE BIRDS ANYTHING.. THEY HAVE TO SPREAD THEIR OWN WINGS AND LEARN TO FLY.. SENSING THE WEATHER.. ANY DANGER..BUILDING SHELTER.. KNOWING THE DIRECTIONS THEY NEED TO FLY SEASONALLY.. WOULD WE TOO UNDERSTAND AND SENSE MUCH MORE IF WE COULD SHUT OUT THE NOISE. DO WE ALL COME NATURALLY EQUIPPED WITH THE SENSE AND ABILITY TO SURVIVE.. LOOK AT ALL THESE BIRDS INSECTS AND ANIMALS.. NATURALLY ADAPTING TO EVERY SEASON.
sea a deep grey. Softly rippling waves trembling across its expanse as if at once impatient and excited to dance with the impending drops soon to reach home.
The weather is stupendous. Really overcast with a light drizzle, The sea a dark, crestfallen grey.. As if unable to wait anymore for that torrential cascade -And the sky vying between shades of indigo and blue. Flitting hues of indecision.. And bittersweet parting..
THESE TINY WHORLS OVER THE SEA LIKE INVOLUNTARY FRISSONS OF EMOTION CAUSED BY FLEETING TOUCHES OF THE WIND. THESE BIRDS SITTING AROUND IN SHARED COMPANIONSHIP REJOICING IN THE MOMENT.. SIPPING TINY DROPS OF WATER ON THE GROUND.. THE RAIN LEAVING A WET SPARKLING SHEEN EVERYWHERE, DROPS OF WATER CLINGING TO THE GLASS IN MYRIAD DESIGNS VYING FOR NOTHING BUT TO REALISE THEIR OWN IDENTITY, REFLECTING VARYING TRUTHS WITHIN EACH EYE..
Today, got up around 7.. Greeted the day with a wide embrace and smile.. Accepting this phenomenal gift our senses are unable to hold all at once..
Was reading a few pages of the book 'fakir' and he says that we always have masters and guides around us.. And we should acknowledge their presence.. Always.. By quiet offerings of everything we have.. That we can never be lonely or alone.. Someone is always looking out for us.. So much love! Such care!
We gift our kids houses and toys and food and clothes etc.. But look at these gifts of nature.. Fresh.. Unique.. Heart-warming.. Uplifting.. And these masters.. Silent hands helping.. unknown.. And still we are scared.. And still we are alone..
My friend called to say bye since she was leaving.. Told me about some snack as food for crows.. To feed them everyday same time so they get used to coming.. Its really strange that here i write about crows being ignored and i come to know that shops actually sell food for crows!.. She also asked to feed the ants a mixture of sugar and flour dry.. to mix, fill in bottle and sprinkle a pinch of it outside every day..
Its still not raining.. The sky a clear blue.. How clear the sounds of birds in the morning hours, and during the day traffic sounds drown out everything else.. Can still hear intermittent chirps.. And so want to train my ears to drown out the traffic sounds instead.. Who teaches these birds anything.. They have to spread their own wings and learn to fly.. Sensing the weather.. Any danger.. Building shelter.. Knowing the directions they need to fly seasonally.. Would we too understand and sense much more if we could shut out the noise.. Do we all come naturally equipped with the sense and ability to survive.. Look at all these birds insects and animals.. Never needing to wear clothes whatever the season..
The ripples have intensified. Fluid patterns awaiting, embracing the seamless drizzle wordlessly lost in this mating dance. To a pulsing music beating soundlessly within. The clouds thumping like beating drums, As if in celebration of this homecoming- The sea-rising in waves of gratitude.. And smiling froth. The cool breeze unveiling for this joyous occasion. Running free and amok. With its invitation to one and all. A sensual opera thats free magical and intoxicating.
The weather is awesome.. Sky really overcast with huge clusters of pigeons on the terrace across from us.. Drinking the little collected water there.. Sea a deep grey.. Softly rippling waves trembling across its expanse as if at once impatient and excited to dance with the impending drops soon to reach home.. Feels like a hill station right here right now..
I wonder sometimes why we need to get away from time to time.. Even though it is to the same places.. Is it the weather.. Or break from routine.. Relaxation.. Or just escapism.. Cant we break the conditioning and have a similar holiday at home.. The day the weather is beautiful.. Take it as a holiday.. Go on a long drive.. Have relaxing prolonged tea watching the rain.. Have dinner in the balcony amidst lamps or candles.. Or a picnic on the terrace.. Watch movies.. Play games.. Do sight seeing or shopping.. Rediscover the place you live in.. After all the weekend destinations are also the same each time.. Why is This conditioning so hard to break..
We had kahwa and left for friends.. Had drinks.. Danced.. Returned home around 1.30.. Now will be sleeping.. It took us almost more than 2 hrs to reach their house.. But the weather was stupendous.. Really overcast with a light drizzle.. The sea a dark crestfallen grey.. As if unable to wait anymore for that torrential cascade.. And the sky vying between shades of indigo and blue.. Flitting hues of indecision.. And bittersweet parting.. Could not sleep so came out to read inferno and slept out only for a couple of hrs and got up and started reading inferno again..
That rare fleeting touch Of oneness. So palpable.. Like rays of sunshine dancing Over the sea in shimmery slivers Of aching, fluid, refracting, self
What hurts more. The ache Or the limbo. As Time jumps Between pockets of urgency and lethargy.. Mocking the cognition of its passage In an Illusory life!
Was reading a few pages of the book "fakir' and he says that we always have masters and guides around us.. And we should acknowledge their presence. Always. By quiet offerings of everything we have.. That we can never be lonely or alone.. Someone is always looking out for us... So much love! Such care! We gift our kids houses and toys and food and clothes etc.. But look at these gifts of nature.. Fresh. Unique.. Heart-Warming.. Uplifting.. and these masters, Silent hands helping.. unknown. And still we are scared.. And still we are alone..
Peaceful, Serene, Ugly, Beautiful, Happy, Angry, Content, Lonely. We choose to define our own life!
