The Fallacy of Misplaced Concreteness !

What if we discover that we were totally wrong about everything and we probably were, thus it takes courage to be in the quest of 'what is'.

Then comes our preconception of what reality is or supposed to be. Evidently, the question rushes in our conscious mind of who we are, how we are supposed to live, whom we are supposed to hang out with, what are we supposed to accomplish in life, or what gender are we meant to be.

It is important to realize how we have been living in a matrix controlled by forces consciously/unconsciously, we have no idea about. Who we really are, what are our potential, what we have to offer or what life can offer us? The mind floods the brain with uncertainties.We all try to be free and know our real self. However, before we try knowing, it becomes important to surrender the false self or come to terms with it and that's where the complexity lies.

The real self is very simple, there is nothing to know. In fact, you have got to forget everything known and delve into the unknown to know it.

For that matter, the religious text has nothing to offer, and it makes no sense reading books and learning about other people's ideas when we are already filled with so much of our own. If you read books, read it in a 'class situation' where any misconception grown out of the interpretation of what you read and what the author has put in gets straightened out.

My words will never propagate any idea, it might help you let go of the already existing ideas so as to have an experience of the self when you are completely out of ideas.

Before you ever had any idea, 'silence of the self' was what prevailed and that's all we strive.

Let me be Selfish!

With the world running through the wave of self-empowerment, where freedom, love, and gratitude are the keys to the existence, how far can we go being selfish? The society for that matter believes in a more pragmatic approach towards helping self with the motive of helping others, encouraging one to multitask, and that's where we all trip.

It might sound contradicting when on one hand we propagate on 'being self' and on the other 'being selfish' becomes derogatory. Such a commotion indeed! we are often left to choose when nothing needs to be chosen. We give when we have nothing, we teach when we know nothing. The strategy we incorporate to exist in harmony creates discord. Apparently, it's more of the war we wage with ourselves than with anybody else.

This is when selfishness becomes crucial, people now are trying to give more than what they have. We give love, advice when we ourselves aren't filled up with, and in the end left with nothing. What we had given, we never truly had for ourselves and the cycle of depression, hatred, self-dislike, pain sets in. Well, it is more of a self-inflicting pain the world's into than what is.

The world might quote me the blasphemer, however being selfish is the new selfless, selflessly loving one has become more important than the self-inflicting nuisance. This reminds me of someone once said-- “Only a cup filled with water can overflow fullness”.

Peace !!

Being Mr. Nobody-- The Beginner's mind!

Someone wise once said-- 'the search for self-realization is powered by our anxiety, our fears that feeds our ego causing frustration in our daily life'. Never realizing what it meant, gave a food for thought to analyze what the society's paradigm of 'self-realization' is.

When the mind is left alone, one can witness its vastness. Every individual find different means and methods to begin their search with certain parameters in mind as per norms, the parameter of what is known hitherto and what can be anticipated set by the society.

Now when the religious texts and scholars blow their trumpet of self-realization, often perplexed, the mind tries to find where it all began; tracing the search back in time; trying to find the beginner's mind becomes crucial, the original mind that beholds everything in itself-- it is always rich, ever sufficient, it is not a closed mind but an ever empty mind. This is where the possibility of being dual fades and is rendered with its oneness.

When the mind demands or creates a self-centered overview, it limits itself, however, when redeemed with no thoughts of self or any achievements the 'true beginners' begin their journey. Consequently, the true wisdom knocks the door.

The beginner's mind is always compassionate and boundless. The boundless mind is open to all learning. Eventually, the need for any religious texts or manual of conducts cease to exist and become redundant.

'In a beginner's mind there are many possibilities, in an expert mind there are few'. Who wants to be an expert when there is always something new to be known, being the unknown, being Mr. Nobody.

Let it be my way!

Tried adhering to the norms that define existence-- With a common notion of one being born wild, the society passes a bill of self-improvement on all. 

The game starts when the child barely learns to engage with the words spoken. Do this, do that-- Is this what you define what it should be? the charade carries on with the promise of rewards and honours, followed by the experience of the heaven only money can buy, juxtaposed with it, is the innocence of the child who doesn't care what the play is. He is muddled in his own existence, and there comes all to his rescue, to define the purpose, often which made little or no sense. 

The child is then compelled to learn to label, grade, and judge everything on his way. He is lost somewhere deep in the formula of being a gentleman from the savage. The idea of the self, flips over the context of self-improvement, without knowing that we can't do anything to get better than what we are. 

This might come to you as a relief; however the biggest irony would be -- we involve ourself in the process of self-improvement to make earth a better place to live, and be in service to people in need, creating more chaos than ever existed--dreadful ideas indeed!

The only way to realise the journey to self and improving the world is to know,

it is so. It is 'what is'. Being an observer helps, watch what happens, watch what you do. Your own nature will start taking care of itself because you are not obstructing its course. And one must not forget that the best creation always comes from a crazy mind.

Dweller on the Threshold !!

At a point when you realise, you depict all the persona in the parable you come across in the everyday experience, the term 'infinite self' draws attention. Finding self in the midst of infinite possibility, appears challenging when you know it leads nowhere.

There could be the bombardment of doubts from all forces at play.The doubt of who I am, the doubt of the purpose of being.

That's when the quest of finding answers begin-- through different roleplays-- the role of a father, a mother, a friend, a lover, a teacher, a protector,(the list could be endless) each role tries to achieve the zenith of perfection where the experience of heaven could be made. Never realising what heaven is, what are we running after-- 'being perfect in every instance', Is this the definition of heaven? If so, then achieving it is like -- dragging one to hell. Where there is nothing more to experience nor any wisdom to earn or to preach
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The soul-purpose of duality of  good and bad, day and night rest here. Every sunny day is the result of a stormy night, and every rainy day precedes the beautiful moonlit night. The cycle seems endless and is the cognition of reasoning.

Like a magnet where the two poles can never fall apart, the duality in life is what keeps it moving and where every moment  counts. Being just a spectator and flowing with the course helps, because the moment you become the monkey to help the fish from drowning-- the good becomes the evil and you are engulfed into the never-ending charade of the cycle of events that follow.

Mirage! That's all it.

There is restlessness all around! We are on a verge to prove who we are— some follow the path dictated for generations, some mould their way to the unknown leaving behind insecurities. 

The former leads a life in symbiosis, yet there is an unusual agitation that keeps rolling in mind— the urge to stand up to expectation, the urge to gift smile, the urge to protect, and the urge to be a role model, all seems to stack up the burden of being.

Knowingly or unknowingly we fathom into the web of entanglement; nevertheless, the mind peek-a-boos through the void created through the conflict between the soul and the projection of the world around—like the song of a cage bird, where things are known but longed for still.

The conflicting mind shoves us towards the goal without knowing—what the goal is? Where do we strive to reach? Is it the illusion of “we” around us or is it the insecure “I” that we contemplate?

The world syncs with every thought we are tuned in, every event in life stems from nothingness; every soul is the benefactor of its being. With the veil of insecurities removed, the need of expectation and attachment practically fades.

You are no longer under the spell of proving yourself— in fact, there is nothing to prove, every circumstances alongside consciousness flows relentlessly in your favor, because you provide life the life you behold and it cannot work against you.

May peace reign supreme!
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The Mysterious Parody of Love

Living behind the curtains of thought; the answers I seek from You will always remain a mystery. Your presence made me manipulate every bit of me to suit you.
Was I wrong?
Somehow, somewhere I lost my real self, clenched on to you, and finally tripped. Was it the fate or a lesson I needed explicitly?

The thought did cross my mind -- Whether I choose a faulty book to study Love or just a stupid whim for being alone?
Nevertheless, whatever I choose, the fate has to be right.

Unfurling the memories down the lane, there were times when our candour conversation was followed by a stretch of love making and knowing each other more intimately. Followed by a stretch of silence, the heart pounding, the whispering notes of the breathe and the aura of love filling the periphery.

The lights were dim, the eyes sparkled in the dark, the arms held tight melting its way all along as a wave fading its vigor reaching the shore.

The experience was somewhat to die for. Conjecturing my thought, the feeling was mutual and consensual. Ohh !! what a thought !!!

Shakespeare once said "Life is a theater and every individual in your life has a specific role to play", and your role in my life was undoubtedly spontaneous.

And yes, I know -- the life goes on.... however, the memory lingers on and on...

and the parody of love continues.......