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Some of the thoughts from the book….

Silence and the Space between Thoughts…

“We live our life in the steps, not at the end. When the time is right, we will find our space in universal design. That space is the reality of our consciousness; rest is layers upon layers of memories, desires, and insecurities of mind. The problem is that within these layers, we lose the sense of our purpose and drift along like the clouds in the sky, inadvertently bringing rain or sunshine in our lives. But if we dive deeper into the awareness of our being, we will find the true purpose of our living.” says the Monk in “Songs of the Mist

All my loneliness
Is nothing but flowering
Silence of being


And within these layers is that one layer, the space between thoughts, the meditative silence where we can regain our balance, our purpose and live whole some life. A life of an awareness that give us an anchor which will stop us from drifting away.


In reality, the life is lived not in memories but in the moment that is passing by, in the work that you are doing, or in the thoughts that you are thinking. If we learn to live in those moments with a silence that is eternal, we can be forever alive.


Bamboo shoot in deep
Embrace; Echoes of silence
Caressing dew drops

And a deep stillness is attained in the end, just before another journey begins. The stillness of being at the precipice of another fall or at another endless beginning, our nature itself becomes the seed for another tree or another river to burst forth. In this creative surge coming from the depths of eternal silence, is the key to our happiness.


Happiness is not a function of wealth or possessions but the ability to love all that is around us and knowing that we are loved through our creation. Yes, every one is loved by some one, somewhere… As the seeds of  our meditative silence between thoughts, actions and creativity, creates new life, new idea or new beginning. It all burst forth through our own silent self… 


Eternal bliss
In the depths of inner being
Flowers of our soul

The Ganga and the Old Peepul Tree…

 In the beginning the river Ganges is so swift and fast that nothing much remains same on her way over a period. It carves its way out of the mountains and forests and reaches the sea to submerge. That is the way we begin our life too. In our childhood, we are full of energy and as we reach the end, we become sluggish and powerless.

The all powerful flowing river, Holy Ganges reached the edge of its journey, ready to merge with the eternal sea, and as the silt rises from all sides to block its path, an indestructible Peepul tree reaches out to hold her hands with a promise of a renewed life…

THE SONG
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The roots above sway
Leaves and branches flowing down
Life whispers soft hymns
A rustling inner
Silence flows; eternity
Stillness falls; being.

Beginning less end
An Endless beginning,
Seeds Nature, self of tree
O! Ganga, flow and
You are. Karmic barriers
Not being is fall
Wait! The endless drops
Your flowing
Nature, uplift
Friend, friend of being
And when you arrive
Eternity of silence,
Withdraw like tortoise
Close all the senses
Hold your mind on untouched breath
Calm eternity
The waves upon waves
Illusion flickering dreams
Desire, Anger storm
Destruction begins
Difference lies in the end
Flowing red bloodstreams
A deep sigh; calm mind
Strip desires to its dry bones
And the rotting flesh
Burning your passions,
Fire and ashes merge into
An Eternal peace
O! Ganga, Ocean
Will merge in your being
Om! Om! Echoes of peace
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(From Songs of the Mist – Page 10)



THE STORY:
“The sluggish river, as it brings all the mud of its karma over the life lived, which inhibits its merging with the eternal sea. The silence is attained in the end, before another journey begins; the stillness of being at the precipice of another fall or rise, an endless beginning, where our nature itself is the seed for another tree or another river to burst forth. 
But the Holy Ganges is in doubts, to which it says, that flowing is your being, so flow over the karmic barriers that hinders your emergence into a different space, because if you don’t, then you don’t exist. 


So you see, son, it’s our duty to do what we are destined to do in life, and do it despite obstacles and doubts. It is our nature to be and do and it is our inner self that lifts us up after a fall as a friend does. Now when you cross the barriers, you must withdraw your ego, senses, and desires; to continue what you have been doing, surrender to the sea, withdrawing all that was there around you, within you as the tortoise does. Just be in the silence of being, and merge in the eternity that is around you. And the eternal sea will, wave upon wave, change your individual self into universal consciousness. 


Death is not the destruction of your body or the flowing stream, but the merging of your dreams, desires, sorrow, and anger into an eternal calm—a deep sigh that echoes an eternal calm of eternity. O Ganga! That is OM.” 

– The Monk in “Songs of the Mist” (Page 35)

HACKING YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS

As we take tentative steps of living day to day, we forget to realise that without a sense of belongingness, kindness towards all that we have been blessed with and inner flowering of love, it just brings us closer to an end….

We carry the ego, the pride and the pleasures every day as we have not realised the freedom of unburdened living. In our thoughts, we are tied to the ground of small pleasures and achievements in cocoon of our minds, without realising that we have hidden  wings under the shell, ready to break free like a butterfly…. and see the beauty of life that is all around in our being…

But then we forget that flying alone is not the freedom, the colors of being but the essence of our soul lies in belonging… in flowers of love.

Because in the end, the reality lies in the nature of love rather than the logic of mind…

From ‘Songs of the Mist – Part II’

LOST IN EMPTINESS
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Lost in Emptiness
Lost in Emptiness

Entangled, wet and submerged
In crashing waves, the ocean scent
The sea waves
Think, play, sifting sun and sand
Like the fingers of my hand
Pressed against the darkness
That was long time ago – a sunset
I sieve the destiny off my inner self
Trying to find, where I am going
In which fabric of cosmic design,
I color the threads
And reality dawns;

The whole life is nothing
Just a preparation of death.

Extricating my self
Off the foams that froth the listless beach
I got up and walked, leaving footprints
To fend for themselves.
I walked, and walked
All along the sea
Looking for the promised emptiness of light
Wondering all the way,
If it was also looking for me…?
Life in living is more of driftwood
Than a flowering plant
Knowing no roots
Belonging no one
Nowhere

Just
Lost in the emptiness

As memories lose their meaning
In becoming words, turning
My pain into poetic shell
A darkness to hide within
Where windows do crack open sometimes
To another darkness
Of knowing nothing else than questions
Don’t ask
Have nothing to say
Know nothing
Said nothing

Where you come from?
Where you are going?

Stay – Live – and be the Dead

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shashi@2013