Life!

Life is happening NOW, in this moment. All else is mere conjecture.

…..and then there is Quality of Life dependent on choices being made in this moment – choice of where/what/how/why to invest time, thought, effort. The wisdom of this choice determines the quality of life. The wisdom may be dependent on how wise one is able to be at a point in time. Nevertheless, the effort put forth to make the best choice possible in the moment is the ‘little step of action that makes a mighty leap’ in the quality of life.

Published in: on August 24, 2016 at 3:09 am  Leave a Comment  

Who am I?

“I am a rebel. This is my cause.

A sustainable future is not just what I dream of.
It is my reason to be.

I am not a fence-sitter, for the grass is greener on my side.

I will get others to aspire by what inspires me.
I will open doors by opening minds.”

As a human being, I will live a better life.

Published in: on August 14, 2016 at 2:35 am  Comments (1)  

If it isn’t a happy ending, it hasnt ended yet!

“Over time, family who never knew their relatives who had passed away years earlier slept in the same rooms, same beds, and spent days on the same beach as those before them.”

(The above is an except from this blogpost

https://storyshucker.wordpress.com/2016/07/27/its-what-we-do/#like-1049)

This sentence got me thinking. We live in geographies lived in by ancestors who lived and breathed and passed on the land to the newer generations. We may never have met them but their presence lingers in the things they did, their thoughts gave rise to customs and traditions, and also the old pots and pans handed over as handlooms as some of those ancestors were from our own families. We have people who died fighting for independence from living conditions that the younger generations independed from and henceforth enjoy and occasionally talk and remember the ancestors whose fight led one way or the other to our freedom from the kinds of oppressions that were prevalent in those times. We would still have traces of the oppression of those times, in our need to control and dominate (perhaps in retaliation to being controlled and dominated at some point in time, even if it was as old as generations before).

I live in India and India was colonized by the British, so I can talk thusly. There would be British genes intermingled in our own bloodlines (such were the times then!) but would we revolt the ‘injustice’ metted out to us then somuchso that we revolt our own genes embeded in our DNA that has us be us?! Or would we be in acknowledgement of  them and say “this is how things happened.” Things happened, and that is not the end of story. The story ends when things are well and good. And then, that is not really end of story but a beginning of something new. Until such point, the story has not “ended.”

Our stories have happy endings (just look at our movies, at least most of the Indian movies, and definitely the fairy tales all around the world have happy endings; maybe that is even why people still love reading fairy tales even if they think they are impossible. Happy endings!). If the story has not ended happily, there is just another sequel waiting to happen, thats all – maybe in the next generation – but we can hand down a story that was better than the one that came to us. The point is, we can do something about the stories we live. The story here is our own lifestory, and we are the heroes and heroines of our stories. There are villans too, but a villan is always someone, if you notice, who has been wronged at some point and now seeks revenge. (I think the Talibans and ISIS and the whole lot of extremists are villans who have in one way or the other been wronged in some way and now seek revenge through violent means. At least, that must have been how they started. Their future generations may no longer know the reason why they got extremist. We are lucky enough to have ancestors who handed down happy values. Perhaps they were not so lucky. How do I know that? Study Nature. Even a snake wont bite unless threatened or hurt in some way! Mankind is just another being of Nature, no different in behavior hence). So unless the wronged villan has been appeased in some way, the story has not ended and the happy ending does not come through. What is a happy ending? “People, animals and plants, as visible evidence of life, are shining in their own light, in harmony with all that there is, in rhythmic synchrony with Nature and the Universe, being and doing what they came into existence for.”

Published in: on July 29, 2016 at 4:41 am  Comments (2)  

Trust my senses?! brrrr

My senses (five main headings – eyesight, hearing, smelling, touch, taste) differentiate between you and I. They tell me of shapes and contours and boundaries and existenses. Without them, I might as well have been a mound of primordial matter – full of potential and nowhere to go – a potential that has no place to realize. When I do sense with my senses, I do see what there is and what there could come to be and there I find avenues to invest my potential and bring to fruition that which I have a potential to bring into fruition.

Published in: on July 24, 2016 at 9:16 am  Leave a Comment  

One Speaks for Two; Silence by Starry Seas

Where I end and another begins, I am still searching for that fine line. I am sure there is one and I also know it would only get wholesomer and wholesomer. (I think I know the answer but it is as though it is an answer I have forgotten in the fog of my memories…fog is thinner now but cant see clearly yet. I am sure there is a place where I speak and I would have spoken for all living kind and the world will never be the same again). Better and Better.

Star Tower and The Sky-bound City

Jiddu-Krishnamurti-Quote-My-Secret

In all lives they called me the outsider.

There was no obstacle too big but there was always great loss.

Persia, England, Japan, Scandinavia, America – Heaven.

There is no place I can’t find you.

I may live here a mortal and you yourself high above.

There is no place I cannot go.

But you are mine, I am yours. Our alternate lines will reach us one way or another.

There is no law that can hold me.

I have fulfilled my duty, I have lived wise – a sage. Do not abandon me.

There is no god that can separate us.

If you let go. I will lose, not only my will – my spirit, mind and body will be dust.

There is no other way, no other path.

You will come down or I will bring the sky down.

There is no other life, no other dream, no other…

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Published in: on July 8, 2016 at 4:49 am  Comments (2)  

Don’t give yourself away. Give yourself away.

Fiesta Estrellas

You were made to be exactly who you are. That means, there’s a recipe that built you, that only you know, that only your cells know. That means, you don’t need a claim to a lineage, or a story, or a legacy. You can be born right now, in the moment of who you are.

You don’t have to follow what looks like “the rules for success.”  You already are a success.

Build on that.

There doesn’t need to be a history to ‘you.’ You didn’t grow up in a vacuum, but there is a part of you that the outside world cannot see (siblings, even best friends), that you are constantly bringing into manifestation. It’s time to claim that. Be who you have never been before, in every moment. That is self-discovery. That is “making it.”

We can always look to the greats for inspiration, but when…

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Published in: on June 20, 2016 at 7:38 pm  Leave a Comment  

Just Breathe

..a little step that makes a difference that makes the difference. A survivor’s most essential suvival tool in the kit – remembering to breathe.

Life Is A Journey... Not A Guided Tour

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How to get through it all?

Just breathe.

I don’t know if I can do it.

Just breathe.

I don’t know if I can make it.

Just breathe.

The sadness won’t stop.

The anger won’t stop.

The frustration won’t stop.

The fear won’t stop.

It’s all never-ending.

Keep breathing.

Why? Why should I?

Who cares anyway?

God cares.

Even when you think no one gives a fuck.

God cares.

I’m so tired of being strong.

So tired of trying.

I just want to lay down and be done.

Can I be done now?

Please?

So tired. So done.

Just breathe.

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Some days just plain get hard. Thankfully they are the minority. But when the weight of the world gets too heavy, writing helps to lighten the load. Feeling lighter already.

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Published in: on May 29, 2016 at 1:15 am  Leave a Comment  

Playing God Word Collage

Pondering Consciousness..

Fiesta Estrellas

Play turns into Practice
And from practice, valuable skill
And from valuable skill, pleasure.

Some would say the pleasure
Comes first. Who are they?
Sufi friends I’m pointing at you.
Glory be to God and to You as God. Spin, Spin…

We don’t know who is doing it all
We just see it happening, and
Wonder: “What the happening?”

Or, WTF.

Mooji says, “Who is aware of this ‘I’ that is
Watching form and phenomena?”

We drool, we scream. We draw blank stares.
We struggle with words different from our
Native language.

We choke on tears, throw fits
And laugh over those same stories that
Make the tears, transformed.

Quick. How can that happen so fast?
So big to so little, so little to so big.
Nothing into something and then into
Nothing before a baby’s first swallow,
On any given day.

Who is this
One who notices the noticing?

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Published in: on May 27, 2016 at 2:57 am  Leave a Comment  

The gift in an experience..

“..one of the most important things that I did finally “clearly see” is that we make no mistakes, no wrong choices. There simply are no woulda’, shoulda’ coulda’ experiences. There are only experiences and each experience is valuable (and sometimes glorious) in itself. And beyond valuable, those experiences are always perfectly safe because they are always Divinely guided.”

The above is a quote from another blogger. I have read similar passages before. What had me wordpress about it is this insight: Every experience has a gift enfolded within it. Unless, a person is in a state to just see the experience for what it is without judgement (like the blogger did as described above), the gift is never received. We often tend to go through an experience and then either drag it along, or push/pull it to make sense of it, or leave it lying around if there was not enough energy to process it, or blanket it if it was too much to handle, and all the while the gift enfolded in the experience has been there like a pearl in the womb of an oyster.

Published in: on March 26, 2016 at 9:35 am  Leave a Comment  
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The sound of disillusion (in a voice, that is)

A bit raspy, bordering on sharp
like the edge of a knife
wanting to cut
that which caused another rosy veil
of trust to fall

{attempting to word indescribables in hopes of getting over expressive aphasia. Perhaps it is also part of why some people (I..I) have an artist’s block}

Published in: on March 17, 2016 at 11:02 pm  Leave a Comment  
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