I started Listening

Picture by Prachi Jalan, Age 6

I was searching for this song for too long and today I got it, listened as if I cannot listen to this any more, the music, the lyrics, the spirit got into my DNA, sometime u loose yourself to that, that - which is unknown, which you will never know ever - how much one tries. May be one looses to something unknown & unknowable - always.

Here We Are

Today looks extremely fresh and new. I could smell the air and see the clouds slowly moving up. These unique leaves keeps swaying as if they are talking to each other, may be who knows.. Some days it happens, everything looks great, feel is fabulous, let me be in the present and enjoy the cosmic gifts...

Grow Man Grow !! Inspite of .. ..

Growth is becomming a way of my life when the World is talking about things which are not going right for them. May be I refused to hear that and kept doing what brought me here, just kept going ON and ON, professionally disturbing me daily. At office everyone moved away from their secured zone, couple of changes did that trick and people are getting ready for a good harvest in the coming year. Unknown doesnt scare this team of mine anymore. May be we are sailing.. Novelty is a way of life.. I see our teams have eyes full of awareness 

Eh, It's quite some time

Looks like I lost the battle to Buddha, Oh ! Man, that was quite powerful, Several occassions, one gets ready to write something and the powerful eyes will simple say Shut Up, Why would you want to say something, Everything has been said already and everyone knows that, Why then, Ya, I dropped the idea and again "dropping" became a bigger issue , to unlearn, just to shut up and listen to the cosomic, simply "be", Again it is taking  lot of guts to write and post a few lines, It is like pushing against gravity, I am typing real fast, may be the heartbeat is little fast, before the beautiful eyes start tellig be to Be Still, I am running with a determination I will go against the smile,,, to be against is sometimes fun.

Small Small Big Things

Pic by Prachi Jalan, Age 6

The Speaker said  Small Small Big things and later corrected to Small Small things... May be it was a slip of his tongue with reference to the context at that point of time..  The thought kept lingering in my mind.. My mind kept on the earlier version Small Small Big things.. Is it like Deeper and Higher like in Spiritual frame or Is it like the Atom, the smallest can create an effect which could be quite the opposite and as large as the Universe.. Small Small Big.. 

Man Next To You May Be God

2 days over this week end looked very eventful, we made wonderful candles at home.. something pushed me to make candles..  very divine experience, brought the family together, maid left her work and wanted to watch what we were all up to.. child like interest which came from no where kept the whole of Saturday afternoon rhythm with very positive energies and when the candles were made, I wanted to correct it by saying, candles were born, 

Yaa, I felt there was much more to making the candle.. materialistic if it was wax, melting, pouring, burning.. making them, it will sound like an event - the real candle making to me was loosing all your time to it , the it is IT.. without knowing you have totally surrendered effortlessly to the making, That time, I was able to connect. really connect to the existence,, like everything one would realize after it passes and one would reach an ecstatic state if realizes during..  you can accept someone far away, may be decades or millions or mythological, may be they are so pure , may be no sound. only imagination  u cannot feel them.  it is a pity someone who comes in close contact u will miss. real alertness in the centre. i say it again and again.. right moment is required... it cannot be forced. even saints fail to recognize this, however physically they are close to their teacher. May be they start judging, may be the rebel in them tells them.. "NO NO".. I like saints who are rebels. But they have to complete their cycle.. they cannot be a rebel and not a saint.. may be more, In India they call them gyani.. may be that which is original is born out of this NO NO , may be that is why newer things are born.  let go let go let God.. don't force anything, it could be anything.. mind or body or whatever.. i am looking at sound as chemistry not physics.. between the body and soul is my mind... after all, your biology is the final receipt ant of a sound, be it physics or chemistry .. drop your mind.. Existence is a mystery. it is total. beauty how can u analyze it. can u apply logic to that. Man wanted to go to a shiva temple.  The woman there is also an ardent follower too. she asked Why? . he is mystic, he wanted to go, simply Ya I want to go. He had no reason, no celebration, no nothing.. She is purely logical .. her mind wanted to ask Why.. she knows the maths behind it. His heart wanted to go.. his mind was absent. may be he smelt it, may be felt it, may be there was a soul. may be some search.. the gap between mind and body. I saw a carnival there. Heart wants and another mind asked why? .... do u have to desire for God is another question..  this can propel anyone into another dimension of thought. may be .. a state without information, without knowledge.. no light, total darkness, contradictions are possible here and both the poles are true, absolute. Pendulum clock and the quartz movement tells you the physical time.YOU in all capital letters that the life is moving. You are told time is moving, You get tired, you feel hungry, more driven by clock, more than the animal in you. Try no clock for a couple of days, you will be surprised at the time you eat and sleep.. don’t block the sunlight , do nothing, let it be as it is. Loose yourself. I lost my Buddha today.

Unable to write

Why did I get this picture of Buddha on my home page. Every time I look at the picture, something tells me just 'be'. This is the 'n'th attempt and this keeps happening. I am struggling hard to get over the power of those eyes, calmness of the picture. No exaggerations. My heart melts, tears roll down, feeling connected. I need to have the peace and still would want to write. May be.