Awakening, Life

“Follow me down to the valley below
You know, the moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul”

As I sit here, in an absolute admiration, unerring awe of every moment that passes me by, all I feel is this undiluted, unmitigated love for you. Because its in you that I see myself. All my fears. All my worries. All my laughters, tears, falls, victories, achievements and each and every moment that I’ve sat here, bewildered if there’s an end to this seemingly endless sorrow that plagues our world. It’s in you that I find the courage to carry on. Hope. And dream. You after all, the very construct of my world. The world as I see it, experience it in each breath that I take. Each wrong turn that I make. Every summer when I sweat and every winter when I shed my old skin and take rebirth. Rejoice. It’s my world after all.

The very strain of this world is embedded with this very love that I speak so highly of. I’ve experienced it. I’ve wanted to express it, when I saw you curl up into a ball and cry. When you sit by the window and watch the world go by. In every heart break that you put through, in every grain of sand that moulds you. Those long, empty hearted walks on a dark, cold, november night, When your walk had been too long and the sun shone above your head, lambent up high. The rainy nights when you’ve achhoo’d, in every judgment you mistook. I’ve been there. Witnessing it, watching my self unfold through you. I love you. I always have. We share the same fate, do we not? We’ve materialised our souls into this world, at the same time, to work together for our growth. To rescue ourselves. From ourselves. Through our very selves. It’s why we’re here. In this very time. Together, existing, getting reborn in every second. Because all what’s there in this world, in this universe and in this very physical, material creation, is this very moment.

There IS no past. There’s no future. It’s all but a construct of our minds, the way we’ve perceived our experiences, how we’ve understood them. And how we can expect them to be like, depending on our very actions. It’s nothing in there but pain and misery, because our actions themselves haven’t been up to the mark. Do you feel the guilt? You see the moments you’ve lied flash before you. Times when you’ve stolen something. The truth, from someone. Love, too. When you haven’t shared how much pain you’re in, how you wanted the time to just pass by. When your dreams ceased to materialise. Cried, a lot, haven’t you? It’s funny how we all share similar themed events which just take place in different times in our lives. Because in all these parts we’ve lived within each other. Experienced the world in the same way, however briefly. Because it’s our world that we share after all. Why must it all yet be different in the end? We weren’t born at the same time. Neither will we die. But these moments, which have faith in our souls, recreate us, give birth to us and reassure us in a peculiar way, that it all seems very comforting; That we’re here now. And we must work together. Embody each other, engulf in an eternal, just, endless, truthful, faithful love. Ever so working for each other, through each other because we MUST realise that all these moments have put faith in us, that we’d work exactly the way it all does. Through these forces that are beyond our comprehension, forces that give us courage, faith and an everlasting sense of happiness when we work for each other.

Sit, one day, at notice someone in an endless pain. Look at Mrs. Drudgers. Her husband’s left her. Her kid gets bullied at school and the teachers don’t help either. Her sister’s married to a hotelier in Hawaii, and hasn’t called ever since she got married. The employers don’t pay enough to live through a winter without having the heater bills over due three times. Observe how she sits at the fireplace which hasn’t been lit since forever, staring blankly at the charred, broken tiles at the back and wonder how her life’s turned out the same way. Wouldn’t you want to just hug her and hold her hand, reassuring how you’re here now? Let’s walk a bit. Let’s breathe. But wait. Here’s little Tim. He’s 13. He hasn’t seen his dad. Ever. His little brother can barely talk. His mother, Mrs. Bates, slogs 10 hours at a cloth factory to barely provide her kids 5 days’ meal. Her husband went out to get milk one night and never returned. They learnt he was stabbed 18 times that night. But Tim, he’s a strong lad. He comforts her mother, he sees and connects with the same pain. He bites his lips so hard sometimes that they bleed, for he mustn’t shed a tear. He’s strong, he knows. He likes to read though. But he’s just one book. Never has he had enough money to buy one. He gets his pocket money though, yet he puts it in his piggy bank, to save for his brother’s treatment. He sits in the playground at school, near the cherry tree, while the other kids play football. He sits, he cries. Here he can, no one’s watching him.

You relate to these events. It makes you wonder of all what seems like injustice in this world. But would you rather sit and continue to wonder without arriving anywhere, or get up and take little Tim to his favourite football club’s match and buy him ice cream? It’s in our very nature to love, because we connect. We’re here, bridged and sewn together in every tiny second, being mere puppets, dancing to the tunes of the very source that governs us, governs all eternity. You and I are the same thought, idea, just expressed in different ways. In order to be perfect, everything must cater to the better resolve of this very creation, every deed done in harmonious way. Through love. Through its own self. Why must we be any different? Well, we can. But then we’ll perish, like everything that has failed to understand this very thought. It is this perishing force which allows our egos to act instead let our very core soul take control. It is then we begin focusing on the outcomes instead of the very force which creates. We lose sight of our actions, we hurt each other. Individualise. Don’t let your ego take a hold of you. It’s not your true nature, which is of eternal and unbound love and acceptance of each other. It’s this acceptance of each other which contributes towards, and enhances this pious grand scheme. After all, through this very oneness do we Evolve. And isn’t evolution the very way everything works? The very world that we share evolves in every breath of ours. It would cease to exist the moment there’s no exhale to your inhale. Love, would you rather not then? Be mesmerised, and yet constantly materialise into a better being, experience this love through the act of loving itself? It’s a beautiful world that we’ve got, only love feeds its soul. Let it Evolve.


The inception

Awakening, Life

Dwelling on the past.
Worried about the future.
Tensed in present.
And oh how reassuringly you say you’re alive.

The existence in heart beats if you measure, why not ridden on bed, asleep throughout your life would you call being alive?

Measure yourself, but in present. Each breath coming out of your lips when you heave a sigh, every flicker of an eye as the time passes by, stay alive. And feel the grace of being alive. Isn’t that enough to bring you to a smile? Why O’ child, then would you cry? Lost in the memories of the world passed by?

I need you alive. I want you alive. Living, breathing, dancing, cherishing in all your glory, the very you behold within your troubled mind. For what it’d bring, would be an overwhelming sense of denouement. The ultimate truth. Your precious purpose. Funny part is that there is no secret to it. Be like the cow silently and with utter patience which grazes over the green pastures. Unbothered, about how much time has passed. Omnipresent. She’s here. You can be too. Oh, wait. There but is a secret. Well, not to those who followed beloved Dr. Einstein closely. Time is merely a cage our minds have constructed around us, limiting our very existence. Infinite wisdom and higher energies are beyond the realms of our petty minds. Limited is what we all are. Time hence merely defines these boundaries within which we must carry our chores before we go. Go. “Oh but where?” you’d ask. And why would you not? Go beyond these boundaries. Liberate..

Resonate with me. Together, works magic. Tiny little thing, a carbon atom for example, isn’t capable enough to even dream about a world. Let alone a world where Life would evolve. Is it conscious? Yes. Embedded within it is a strict code. Of togetherness. The amber hue which wakes you up in your room has its origins unfathomable miles away. The very source of Light, our little Sun. Embedded within it is the same code of togetherness too! Like the carbon atom, hydrogen atoms come together and create energy, the very source of your natural morning alarm. Life just glows as it bathes in the golden hue of the morning Sun, doesn’t it? But our hydrogen doesn’t stop there. It yet comes together with our never forgotten carbon and plants the seeds of Life. Look how these two created the world around us, created me and created you. Alike, similar, convergent, uniting and specks of dust are we. Why not together we all must then be? In harmony, with love and guilt free?

Hold on. Breathe. Come back. Look around. In accord forget you can, we have ceased to exist in the same space and time. Spaces are physical. Worry about it must you not. But time is a cruel, misery filled, haunting of a concept. Unless we both are here, together, in resonance, in tune, coupled, hinged and bridged, dreaming about a place in this world which’d be your Home would be all too foolish an ask. Present you need to be. Here. Hands held, lips pursed and hearts pounding, while time emanates by, within ourselves we’ll find happiest of Homes, hopes and dreams, treasured Universes where times freeze. Liberate shall we be, like those cows, grazing on a hilltop merrily. The truth reveals itself, not through a spectacle, never through a debacle but through you it finds itself. You are the truth. There’s no better evidence of Life being the most beautiful thing to ever happen through consciousness than you yourself. You are the ultimate. You are the truth. Find yourself, by being here. Existing in every word that comes out of your mouth, in every dream which elevates your tertiary senses when you sleep, through every tear you weep. For only Present negates the need of a world with time reining it. Every action becomes effortless and righteousness becomes your default virtue. Call it liberation would you not, when you and I unite as one, grow consciously, to a higher realm? Only as one do we Evolve.

Synchronise. Hold my hand and take the dive. Close your eyes. You don’t need to see where you’re heading to. The very origin of the thought of taking the plunge comes to our minds effortlessly. It is the gut feeling which reveals our true selves. Would you trust your own self then? Doubt kills you.

Be here. Still. Ride the wave of time. Make it your puppet. Be the mistress. Latent. Hear your breaths? Ride them with me. Be quiescent. Notice the stillness around you. Notice me noticing you. Observing you. I’ve always been here. You’ve too. We existed in all time. Are you aware of me now? Let your words out. Notice how the space around us creates the perfect place for your words to fit in. To make them aware. Stay still. Calm down. Relax. Take a deep breath. Feel the warmth as I engulf you. Shield you. Yet like a balloon when filled with air, allow you to grow. Should be the very nature of every soul, every mind and every body on this planet to provide for one another. This is how we grow. This is how we evolve. Together. It all works magic.