Dear inspirer,
Your words on the 'Tsunami' as a hungry monster set me thinking, just once again, of the rampant
YALI - the horrendous gargoyle that decorates the corridors of the constructed temples of the physical and mental worlds.
Benign, yet sardonic and tyrannical at the same moment, this monstrous entity
rising from the sea, towers above it and encompasses all of the ocean and
the land now and then by its awesome appetite; and again the Yali - the sea itself
– its lolling tongue as the waves playfully tosses vines and beads of froth spontaneously including heads- big and small, lives great or petty.
Grays, whites and blacks. Ultramarine Blues and Greens of higher intensity and saturation along with
silvery glows and golden hues; specks of varied colors in shards or mildest
strains fragmenting and disappearing fast in the hunger that devours faster
than light.
A bird’s eye view of the towering mock- villain who
crouches or crawls in a pose as to spring forth on another unsuspecting gargoyle ( the makara) that playfully toys around with
the tinsel treasure of pearl strings is a sight of pralaya or doom. The mind loves such scenes. It provides a larger than life picture of itself to itself. This it narcissictically adores! It strengthens fear and therefore positions its precarious presence at a precious point.
An oblique view of uncertainty of approach or retreat,
ascent or descent, movement to the sides or across defines the unpredictability of
the devourer. And a view of the depths or the dark recesses of silence and
mystery from whose roots arise all the pointless efforts or attempts of
action, reaction, play and response enlarges its stature. The ocean bed seems to be the only comforting zone
which hides its true nature or its vulnerability that has always been obscured by
its capacity to bear, to hold more than any other body, the might and majority
of what we call the world. The wave or the weed, the fish or the fisher are all
apparitions of the full or ‘no’ might looming and wandering aimlessly and
pretentiously while fully aware of her greatest might and their plight by the
unspeaking ocean bed.
To hold, to release, to receive and to reject and then
helplessly take back its angry words with a shudder, it returns nevertheless
with a benign face but none see her as the same anymore. A tsunami hits others hearts every time you speak a harsh word. Save your Yali (mind) from such rampage, please.
