A-Z April - O for One

 

Beyond words, where silence dwells

Where what we do onto others

We do onto ourselves.

Shift the angle

What's wrong, what's right?

While this Sphere rotates

Occur day and night.

Pleasure and pain

A cycle so entwined

One follows the other

With the misnomer 'Destined'.

Causal links we search 

Up and down

In this Ego,we let the love drown.

What's yours? What's mine?

In this maze divine

Would you know what unfolds

Or what tomorrow holds?

Where do you start

And where do I end?

We are underneath a seamless blend

In this dual bend 

Of Yan and Ying

Oneness is the only thing.

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A-Z April - N for Norcturnal Diaries.

I swear, I had a whole shebang of a blog going with that title and suddenly what happens? It all disappears. I could'nt undo it. So actually, when I started off the blog I wanted to write about N for Nothing and make it like a allegory of sorts with something psuedo profound. But my nocturnal diariy was going somewhere actually profound. I found a parallel for how I am a morning person just like I am an introvert but somehow end up doing the polar opposite of my inner index. And poof...It all disappeared.

So the Univerese wants me to say Nothing tonight. On this day of N. No contesting that I guess.

So N dear Brethren is for No meaning, no  content and no nothing. Well, that's two negatives. Go Figure....

A-Z April - M is for Many things.

 

As I maneuvered through a very jam packed day, my mind kept going back to today's entry here. I really, really wanted to sketch a Matt and Bessie comic strip for today and I also thought of what they'd do and say - but there was a spontaneous energy the day had and I had to stream with it and put off the blog till the 11th hour, quiet literally. And when I think of what to write under this M header, nothing else came to mind. For a bit. And then, everything started coming at once so I decided to make a Multi many M for the day.

I recently put down Eckhart Tolle's 'A New Earth' and this time around, I really combed through the book, like I was doing some kind of a research project on what he had to say in there. The results are this new fond, and hopefully not temporaray moments of being Mindful. Tolle says that whatever moment we are in, is the purpose of our life. So, for now, my purpose is to write this blog, after which, my purpose would be to rest. In other words, he advices and does it like a broken record, to be in the present moment, devoid of all mental banter. I can go on and on about this topic, but the other Ms in the Matrix beckon to me. So,off I go.

I have many dear friends by God's grace - M is probably one of the dearest. He and I go back to quarter  a century of friendship, which had been nothing less of wonderful. M and I don't constantly stay in touch, but when we get in touch, the time and distance melts into a heap of nothing. Of all the things I feel profoundly grateful for, M features in one of the few top slots. He has had my back through thick and thin and cherishes our bond of friendship like a blood bond. When I think of M, I feel safe, loved and blessed. So dear M - Thank you becomes a small word to offer for everything you gave me.

Talk about Meals and my ears perk up. Just today, on a week night, I got this opportunity to host some special friends over for dinner. The plan was sudden but when it comes to making meals, I take it up like a mission or a prayer perhaps. I thank God for my love of cooking and serving. Without which my life would have been a little less fulfilling. 

Mommy dearest, aka the mother board turned a year older a few days ago. The more I age, the more pronounced it becomes, her influence on me. As different as mom and I are, I realize, so we are similar. A chunk of any merits I seem to have, I have to trace them back to her. She had inspired by example and left this huge impact on me that I am ever thankful for. Mommy dearest is someone that had moulded me to who I am today. 

Before I call it a day, I would like to bring in another M - Mojo - I cannot for the life of me, figure out where mine comes from - so I give up and blame it on my Mentor - or Guru. Baba of Shirdi is one of those great souls to have walked on our planet and to call him my Mentor, I feel like the luckiest, most blessed soul in the world.

And by the way - Maya it is. This whole circus we call life. Never forget that, and if you did, which you definitely would - look no further than Meditation.

Meditation is cracked up to be this, that and what not. It is no rocket science, no math problem - It is. It just is. It just is being in this moment. Try it. Be here. 

And the Magic unfolds here.

Merci! ;)

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A-Z April L for Let it

 

Through this angle

Let it flow

Let it go past the cares

And those petty 'I, me, myself' affairs

Spreading across like light

Setting glitches alright!

Armed with a smile

A tender word

Those vows addressed, 

Those hindrances blurred.

What there of value?

Not jewels and riches

It only love that this life, enriches.

Let it go, fetch the priceless 

A brith well lived, love well expressed

Spawning like a glow of joy and bliss

If there's a thing that changes the world it's this!

LOVE

Like that's the only thing you are born to do

Love with all you got, and all the feelings true.

A-Z April - K for Know what?

I recollect my childhood as 'just yesterday' now, and then in the very next moment, it feels like another lifetime - Or another story perhaps that I happen to know. Of someone who was like me, or lived my life and left it for me to decipher it, and recollect it as a third party watching it on a screen. 

Nothing feels as weird as life. I sit here and think of all the people that left me. Some that left the world, some that disappeared on the other side of the fork while we travelled together, and some that just left. When I look back at these lost connections, I get amused at the surreal quality these people have. The ones that passed on, especially, feel like phatom characters - like my rich imagination. There would be circumstantial evidence of their time on the earth, but their presence feels like a fragment of my thought. They linger around in my emotion, reminding me of the times I fondly cherish, wondering if all this is just a dream, if my own being is as phantom as they are and I feel pretty sure, that sooner, or later - I would be just a dream too for someone remembering me on this earthly plane.

How many phases have I lived? They all seem to be different people. Sometimes, the me that is watching the me that is blogging feel like two separate selves. Much like the me of today feels about the me as a child. This body feels like a rental car. The one that I'd have to leave behind and take flight, lingering around in a phantom like texture in others' minds.

Then what is the purpose of this existence? I sit back and ruminate over the rhetorical question that we often miss in this mad rush called life. Then I realize that there's indeed a purpose - more than the chasing of accolades, achievements and accumilations. Then it also dawns upon me, that each life is a short story at the most. Concised into a few memories here and there, if we are fortunate, lingering in the hearts of our folks left behind. A summary of smiles and heartaches, if we live our lives well that is. 

And I say to myself, for the umpteenth time - Know what? Life is too short to be little. And I vow to let this me that I watch over, to let Love Last beyond this epsilon. 

A-Z April Day - 10 - J is for Jnani

I could add all the wordage to describe what Jnani means, but this Man right here - One of the most illustrous saints that had walked our blessed Planet is Ramana Maharshi, the poster child of the term "Jnani". His picture is worth all the words in the world, not just a thousand. The suffix Maharshi in his name means a 'Great saint' 

Jnani is a sanskrit word that means "Knowing", "Wise", "Sage" or "One possessing wisdom". The Jnani is the one who has busted the maze of 'Maya' or the llusion of this world and attained the highest wisdom of the True self. All I seem to be consumed for now, is admiring his Form, hoping His grace runs onto me and my banter and brings in the ever luminous wisdom to my words and silence them. An ironcial wish indeed ;)

In his human form, Ramana seldom spoke. He was silent, dwelling in the eternal peace that transcends all this creation we see. I wonder how He would have smiled at this constant noise I make here. I wonder if it would have been with motherly love, blessing me with the Silence that I seek, neverthless :) May His DIvine blessings be upon all footsteps that grace this space.