The harshness of spilt words

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.