The stories we make up in our minds become the biggest hurdle to whatever we need to do in life..
IN THE MYRIAD SHADES OF LIFE.. OUR BRUSHES OF TRUTH FERVENTLY PAINT AS PER PRESENT FOCUS.
Is Meditation like dusting away the collected cobwebs of our mind.. Or watchful dodging of the ‘mindfield' within. or minding a garden by weeding out negative emotions.. or simply a walk, not through a maze but hand-in-hand with a single thought!
We need that essential ‘Joy’, that feels the ticklish part of life, and laughs freely ‘with' it..
I love YOU
It's the You's and I’s That weigh" it down.. where love is meant to set us free..
even though we say we can't find the place where thoughts are fluid.. our words can flow in synchronicity. like light notes strummed softly, giving the feel of the music to come, a rendezvous with the heart. where we can feel the touch of our thoughts as real.. as alive.. as special, shorn of all the pointers to our self.. except this.. a recognition at once starved and fulfilling.. as the inane melts away and we can feel our smile..
Our thoughts paint our environment into present hues. Let us choose shades that create the beauty of nature…And recognize those that outline its wrath..
The little things in life are the ones that satiate our soul stringing a symphony over heartbeats and smiles.. rolling laughter. dancing Eyes.. a joyous crescendo reverberating.. fulfilling our lives.. satiating our soul.
got up to a darkened sky and constant downpour. Where you could see nothing for huge distances.. Love this weather.. Which overwhelms completely. The more i try to take it all in. The huger it feels.. The torrential downpour, the darkening sly. The ecstatic sea. Like some celestial foreplay resulting in a cleansing of everything it touched.. Felt.. Caressed.. Drenched.. The birds hiding in quiet shelters. Silent spectators of this joyous mating..
Took my coffee to the seaside.. It was awesomely beautiful.. Pouring and drizzling intermittently in a competition all their own.. And i loved every moment of it.. Walking on the parapet for the first time ever.. Watching the waves crash into the rocks.. Pale yet determined.. A silent duel trying to wear each other off.. Tiny pellets of raindrops defiant derisive of containing the sea into any boundaries.. everything and everyone drenched in its cascading touches, Fleeting.. Assailing.. Uplifting.
Took a walk, enjoying the romance of the breeze and rain on my skin… And hair… Senses enamored… Overflowing… Ineffectually wanting to soak it all in… Into that one single moment… And all I could feel was mute, spellbinding ecstasy… Are these the fleeting touches of divinity that we recognize in moments that we let ourselves see…
Came back home… It is still pouring outside… 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… Am about to sleep now… What is this essential reserve inside that falls shy of physical giving… Yet intensifies words to a draining extreme… Where people fall shy of knowing how to react in the face of such giving intensity… It was pouring like crazy… As if the clouds were exploding…
Went for a walk enjoying the romance of the breeze and rain on my skin and hair. Senses enamoured.. overflowing Ineffectually wanting to soak it all in.. Into that one single moment. And all i could feel was mute spellbinding ecstasy. Are these the fleeting touches of divinity that we recognize in moments that we let ourselves see.
