A very naive question..why?
A difficult answer, difficulty only created by mind, blame it on me for the question as well as for the answer. An assurance not well taken or understood is what I can think of. Things don't change, thoughts change and so the world around or world within. Any change is worth though, on the longer run but who knows how long!
My room might be still dark and it might be the same old somber that I have been running away from but sometimes running away just ceases. It ceases so drastically that the fun of running is gulped by the darkness of the room, the bed, the mirror. The mirror I say, is the culprit of all. It reflects what I want to see, governed by my thoughts and hence totally selfish. The mirror has broken now, shattered..pieces here and there..everywhere. The pain is in picking up all the tiny thoughts. You know why..because the room is dark and there is no source to illuminate it.
Every now and then something pricks, it hurts but reminds me of the self created illusion, speaks to me loud and says 'stand there..its not over till you find all that you created and saw it breaking'. I respect that voice coming from within. I might respect a lot of things but I would only be in somber till I want to, it has to be my take and I will respect what pinches me from inside. It might be a spasm but its for good. You take out everything till its clear as in some other world, its clear, sky is bright and may be its raining and it will be stormy, still people would enjoy the intoxication of the season. I for once will live in my darkness but look out of the window for the change of season in my world.
Its not need, not desire but sheer faith and honesty. Desire for nothing when you have faith and faith is no illusion. It will not break, its beyond perfection. It can not be challenged. Its mine and will always be mine, no matter what or who!
A difficult answer, difficulty only created by mind, blame it on me for the question as well as for the answer. An assurance not well taken or understood is what I can think of. Things don't change, thoughts change and so the world around or world within. Any change is worth though, on the longer run but who knows how long!
My room might be still dark and it might be the same old somber that I have been running away from but sometimes running away just ceases. It ceases so drastically that the fun of running is gulped by the darkness of the room, the bed, the mirror. The mirror I say, is the culprit of all. It reflects what I want to see, governed by my thoughts and hence totally selfish. The mirror has broken now, shattered..pieces here and there..everywhere. The pain is in picking up all the tiny thoughts. You know why..because the room is dark and there is no source to illuminate it.
Every now and then something pricks, it hurts but reminds me of the self created illusion, speaks to me loud and says 'stand there..its not over till you find all that you created and saw it breaking'. I respect that voice coming from within. I might respect a lot of things but I would only be in somber till I want to, it has to be my take and I will respect what pinches me from inside. It might be a spasm but its for good. You take out everything till its clear as in some other world, its clear, sky is bright and may be its raining and it will be stormy, still people would enjoy the intoxication of the season. I for once will live in my darkness but look out of the window for the change of season in my world.
Its not need, not desire but sheer faith and honesty. Desire for nothing when you have faith and faith is no illusion. It will not break, its beyond perfection. It can not be challenged. Its mine and will always be mine, no matter what or who!
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