If Everything in this
Universe works with such scientific precision. All we need is to discover the Formula to life!
Both a search... each an obsession... a driven madness... constructive... destructive... for the soul inside... for the soul... outside - Musk... Or... Zahir.. break the husk.. set free.. to merge.. as ONE
If Everything in this
Universe works with such scientific precision. All we need is to discover the Formula to life!
however close we are to anyone.. there are parts of us.. that remain locked away a thin veil. like a thread.. drawing a line that speaks of separate selves. of islands. and choices.. that we make.singularly. unable to merge into another.. enough to share our naked terrors too. maybe this knowledge of "another' is the ache each feels. mistaking it for possession. and it's ugliness.. unable to 'fall' deep enough to merge in that core.. where all the fears..all the joys.. all the tears.. are felt equally.spreading wholesomely so each growth. each flowering. is our own.
freedom is not the unshackling of relationships and
'duties' to follow our own heart.. but to free our heart from the 'shackles' that exist only in
the mind..
dealing with pain and remorse is never easy nor is there any singular antidote that helps.. our minds torment us in unique and personal ways that none can comprehend..
regret and remorse can have two paths in front of them.. one in which we hold on to them weighing us heavily down.. burning our very soul for lifetimes. but neither helping us nor the incident that caused them. till we learn to let go'
and the second path realizes the impossibility of going back in time to undo all that's already happened. understanding the necessary ‘lesson' needed to be learnt.. as the only good that can result from moments already past.. in that lesson is our forgiveness.. for every moment is meant to teach. and only our vanity' thinks’ we are unique to our mistakes.. everyone is treading the same path...
music is in the cosmos.. and only a
true sentient raptures to it's divine rhythm.. in this miasma of words.. our perceptions string an untouched melody.. where letters fade into unrecognizable rhythmic patterns.. and the heart dawns to moving perceptions
we are all unhappy because we all come
second in
each others life.. For the first is always our own
Self
This mind is helplessly blinded by thoughts that have no base no reality to them.. A single thought that can make us utterly miserable is easily overcome by a shift in attention.. Same situation.. Same circumstances.. Just these thoughts racing across our minds obsessively..
Teasingly.. Tormentingly.. Fleetingly.. And we who take such extreme pride in holding the reins of our lives.. Screaming freedom of thought all the time.. Are pathetic pawns of these racing wisps of air.. Staking friendships..
Relationships.. Years of togetherness.. On just one circumstantial passing thought that refuses to leave.. And yet easily disappears when replaced by another perspective.. Along with the demonic thoughts of guilt and regret..
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Our humble gratitude is to Krsna, who makes it possible for us to read His eternal words, That give
years of conditioning a glimpse of divinity at play.. the flute sounds chiding.. calming..
Compelling..
Creation into peaceful mesmeric rhythmic hues......
Hope our life remains perpetually seeped in the romantic hues of our heart.. and In this love affair with life hope it reciprocates a hundredfold
It never ceases to amaze that amidst the possibility and capacity of varying interpretations our minds still touch on just an iota of truth.. Each fresh facet still instilling awe at missing even such simplicity of fact.. Maybe its the noise we constantly live with of mundane trivia, in our minds.. Or the blind limiting conditioning that prevents free thought..