Blogging after a long time, i feel i might need some hundred words before i can really begin to communicate, just like i do when i paint or sculpt after a gap. Just playing with colours, with clay or with words...
Was thinking today about the essential qualities of spirituality manifest in a person. The main aspect of non-differentiation or a sort of a unifying capacity - one that can see the base or core more than the surface. the shutting up of the chatterbox mind, the activation of the right brain, the Flow state where witnessing is as simple as being alive and breathing and no labelling, remembering or acting takes place. I want to call that state - the dot state. the state of being but not being anything. the state of mind is a gift from the universe to itself - prasannam - existence, consciousness, bliss with no superimpositions of even the awareness of being in a special state considered rare or hard to come by in the world where normalcy is constantly defined afresh by new states of 'imposed'ness upon existence resulting in the substratum or the background or the gap being rendered nearly impossible, unachievable or pretentious even by the most seemingly intelligent ones.
The state of existence in earnest purity, wiped clean of labels - that which we are so blissfully so in our deep sleep and in between two thoughts or during moments when the mind is nonplussed into silence - why can't that be recognized easily? like the colourlessness of the mirror (reflective glass) that we look into and see our reflection and relate to the image and not the potential of the mirror to reflect everything including its own quality of reflectiveness. Strange, this make-believe world we live in.
To be out of this stupidity - as Nisargadatta Maharaj says - is the way to be.
A few words, and i think i might write more.
Softly, the hush sounds the wrapping up of a day,
Vicky went to his sleeping place 2 hours ago (10.45pm)
Keeping pace with the have-tos of everyday existence
and the can dos of favoured living
one resulting from circumstance and the other by pursuance
of latent intents - not succumbing to pressures of co-crabs
in the basket - pretending to want to be free
dragging down successfully the ones who try to climb out
thus never ever leaving the basket they were thrown into
the safest place the foolish crabs end up in
Janmas after janmas - a better basket, better company, some fish alongside
or some stupid fun...
i found a hole in the base of the basket and dropped out silently
being as i was, where i was...
in here
in now
in me.
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