Okay, I was on that grand adventure of Self-Discovery and I found out that I was just another insignificant piece of tissue and membrane. It takes everything to silence this cocky rambling ego and simply do what needs to be done. Who said that we are the repository of infinite glory? Yes, but that does not change the plan laid out for every one of us. There may be grace of Providence but that Grace only removes fear, removes chaos and makes us realize that life is precious and The Force that sustains is All powerful.

We live in perpetual disguise, our cherished idea hidden in endless layers of untruth and sin. (Deviating from Oneness) We talk so much lies. Each of those ignorant fools, making more noise, saying bombastic things to the point of ridicule, trying to celebrate a life that looks like a stupid joke one cannot even laugh at, while the one with real joy remains silent. The Real Joy that quietly moulds the heart after itself and then lingers in it. The ones who really live, live unknown, unseen, away from the cacophony, in quiet communion with the eternal.

“A little faith,
a little compulsion
is the irony of life.
From the murky shadows,
towards a sunshine warmth...
Some quizzical emotion,
a fathomless enigma
stirs in the depths
and Somebody watches quietly
from somewhere
with the tender sadness
of an angel.
The onslaught of Time
in endless Space
inevitably returns
with renewed love,
Lost in the winds
stirring every flower
on the mountains of desire.”

We are vis-ŕ-vis a different world now. Leaving behind the vanities of wealth and egotistic glory, to herald a new world with more love and sharing. We have had enough of pursuing mundane occupations and making a living, harboring secret fantasies of megalomania, everyone trying to emulate that sagacious tycoon or a glitzy superstar. The fact that EACH ONE OF US is worthy of appropriate consideration. A humane world of genuinely caring folks because we have had enough of sordid stories from sadistic minds, enough of bloody words from morbid thinking, enough of accumulating and saving for the worst that will never come.

“I opened up my heart today
to see if those wounds had healed
that made me long for You.
I was amazed to find
my heart's contents
scattered far and wide
and containing no more
foolish sentiment
but only the truth,
that You and I are One.”

It calls for action. To be so strongly blended with the realm of The Self that returning, one has no fear of becoming muddled in the decaying heap of the unborn. Presto!

“I have been
talking to myself
ever since I remember me
and now,
that Someone inside
I was talking to
is happily You.
They say,
Heaven is up there
and Hell is down below,
I wish I could
forcibly open their Eye
to really see,
Everything is here,
In between.”

The Ego is a rascal, alright. The arbitrary dimension of our life deliberately separating us from everything. “Brace yourself, hold your tongue and behave like a normal guy... and DON'T start preaching! If anything, be cool and joyous. Let nothing disturb the tranquility and the gladness.”

Living on this Earth is being trapped in a maze, a huge surge of material activity, monuments being erected to salvage the human predicament, while our souls languish, trapped inside a dungeon of pestilence. The world does not seem to follow a sanctioned plan. It is left to its own devices, making stupid choices, placing itself in a precarious position only to be saved, again and again. Is that how Divinity gets its kicks, jeering at our folly? Or do we make these ten thousand mistakes only out of a sheer proclivity towards truth?

This storm in a teacup is to be endured at times, and lived in all its inevitable circumstances in others. Even so, as my heart longs for a distant pair of arms to feel some consolation in this dreary world, against the bleak selfishness that surrounds us still. It never ends - this need that goes on, fuelled by all the unfulfilled longings put together. Breaking through one prison, only to be imprisoned in another, what when there are some on the threshold of such unimaginable power, and yet millions still languish in dismal conditions, seen on small screens when struck by an eventful calamity, or huddled in those shabby dwellings by the highways and railway tracks of the more prosperous, moving humanity. Only for those stifling rules made by our scheming, calculating head, that lies in the way and hence cannot act on the impulses of a feeling heart. Some of us are pained at the scenes of disgusting ugliness and misery when all it takes is a change of vision - a connection between thoughts and feelings. Our constitutions, our laws and bye laws, our stock markets, our computers are beginning to reel under the pressure to do something, yet those are the same things that prevent us from doing - anything at all. And so life looks terrible. Hard to live, for want of this or that.

Where is the REAL law? The only law that is the ultimate, of which the rest are only pale imperfect shadows? The real source of wealth, the real life, the real love??

“First thoughts
then feelings
and words
flapping our wings
we will come
again and again and again,
from the formless realm of the infinite
into the trappings of illusion
We will burn
and make the flames
of a dream
reach higher and higher.”

(.*_*.)