Suffering seeps in When past is allowed to dwell so much in the mind that one hopes only for the future, without living in the present.
And without living in the ‘Now ‘ mind is always dominated by illusions which either don’t exist or may not happen in the future.
Happiness is sense of self totally engrossed in something in the Now. When we think that we are what the past has made us , we lose our true identity . We continue to live that past again and again until it ruins us completely.
We can only recover from all sufferings by denying our mind the sense of time or psychological time .
When we feel our presence in the ‘Now’ and nothing beyond it , we truly feel the warmth of happiness cuddling us with all the beautiful creation around us
There is an initial push, then there is a long day of hard work and finally there is a long , stretching night of struggle and perseverance. The three phases of an aspiring life .
Some don’t see that long persevering night as they get success early but the real adventure lies beyond the day ,into that good night.
It might seem tough or frustrating to persevere but the moment you focus completely on your efforts in the present you start enjoying the journey, rather than the goal.
You walk, you stumble You struggle, you fall ! You sweat, you cry, You smile creating ripples, In an ocean full of insignificance. You might not reach your shore, But your shore lies Where your will rest And becomes sparkling sand !
Death is stripping away of all that is not you. The secret of life is to “ die before you die”- and find that there is no death. -Eckhart Tolle
What I have become, I don’t want to know anymore! I have been fed to all that I am not and I only came to know about that when I faced death.
I identified with my mind. I let it dwell on my fears which gave me sufferings and frustrations. It made me to shed tears for my past and worry for my future.
It stole my ‘now’. It overpowered me, I became its prey and it fed my life. I became my failures, my sufferings which lingered only in the past. It became my sense of self.
Who am I ? Just my failure or suffering ? No it can’t be true. I cannot be the figment of my mind, just a mere thought?
No I can’t let my smitten mind feed me. For that I have to die before I actually die.
I have to stop thinking, I have to come out of my unconscious self and cling on my heart beat which exist in the ‘now’. I have to breathe in my present and exhale my past.
This will kill my ego, my fear, my sufferings and all that is born out of my past and future.
My false self will die and my true self will emerge from the eternal now. I am not the past and future , I am all that is happening right now !
Two strings fluttered Aimlessly in the toxic mist. Their existence meant nothing Until they mingled and became one.
Churning desires tied together, Melt slowly with the potion of love Their love sparked amid chaos And the hate trembled, turning to dust.
Their love flickered for a brief moment, Showing the buds to blossom like them. Tears rained when they vanished at last Sowing their seeds in the bud’s heart !
Far away from home, Up on those roads, Tread through the boulders, Walk through the forest, Where trees touch sky And your breath seems to fly.
Up, on the snow, Your feet refuse to slow, Let them feel the rocks, Let them climb on and on !
When you reach the gates, You’re welcomed by icy gales, The pains of the path, Find its meaning at last, When you sweat finally glows, With the rays of the star !