More than Words !

Education, should be for hand, heart and the head. But sadly, the present system of education around the world only knows of two aspects, the hand and the head. The heart is not just missed but kicked out. Heart, is completely lost. It's time that the system must allow heart to come in. Its time that the heart should lead. Its time to be courageous. Courage comes from the word cor, which means the heart. The schools, should not only teach rhymes to the kids but to the teens and the teachers as well. If possible, to the parents too. We have forgotten to sing and dance beyond movies, parties and theaters. Its time that art should come in, as the major subjects like Science, Maths and English . Some more dance, some more music and some more fun. All in all, some more peace within the human being. Its time for us as a generation to open our shoes and feel the earth. Our toes are blind as our eyes. They have forgotten the taste of the grass and mud. We as humans have forgotte...

We all are in this continuous journey called life. And we all are connected, related and synced with each other. Either we know it, or we don't know it. The universe, this brilliantly vast and continually moving, uninterrupted existential matter that we call life. Is so fulfilling and flowering. It gives you variety, it gives you chances, it gives you the varieties; And it gives you chances;And it gives you the feeling of un-conditionality in what it is. But having said so, life is just the glossolalia. The gibberish of the cosmos. Its the cosmic gibberish which makes us feel that it might mean something. But it doesn't. So life doesn't need any reason to be, or even the reasoner in that sense. Since its the play, its the maya, as the Vedic and Buddhist scriptures put it. Its beautifully synced in-order to form something which is out of the ordinary human understanding, in terms of language but it can be felt, within us. It is there. And that is depicted in the Vedic lite...

The bliss entails emptiness- this miraculous zazen  of continuously moving breaths this lotus tail cycle's the trails of  pariyatti and patipatti word and wordlessness ! Inseparable movement of Sat Chit Ananda  the spine of appearance into  insights of wisdom ! This lucidity of non-separation is gravitational center  of being the sight and  the pillars of breaths  take it in, all in- take it out, all out- to the gradually moving  consciousness games  of dis-solution and absolution ! This introspection of watching that which sit's,  moves ahead in loops and grooves in- inside all that which is  ostensibly beautiful  steadily fixed ! The pool of universally  weaved tranquility: are the flowers of Vipassana Highs !

Don't hammer me- with dead convenient words of good and bad.  Because this convenience bestowed to me by this all moral society is nothing more than an institutional game too wide, too deep, too ugly  so, don't goof around me about righteousness.  Just come, sit by- let it be and enjoy the ride !

Dear-most infallibility,  Your summit:  has aged with clouds of death in atonement and fire you have lost  all of wilderness.  It was once, stainless ties of songs exceptionally blue and exclusively charming what remains now is childhood hostility.  Your hollowness- were of pleasure and pain like un-arranged constellation  and enchanted spaces  floating in the beam  of existence.  You of all were exceedingly empty  yet, completely full a beautiful mirage of emptiness !!

Zero- my friend,  is where there is none ! And yet,  gone- all in all comes in forms ! Zero- intertwines infinity  makes love to  divinity ! This Ying & Yang, forces all- to follow,  space eternal ! Where nature- crawls  into brawls,  to cycle-  zero to infinity which is long gone ! So,  my friend,  Zero is where  there is none !

Let the flame die out- against all odds  to obliterate.  never lost, never found- this self follows no grim ripper,  no necrosis this self  vanishes abruptly,  to oblivion of- absolute nullity this self,  shelves the nothingness- vacuity of all space !!

I don't know if time exists.  I don't feel 'this time' anymore.  Even, I don't I this I, anymore.  While, he was- he wasn't,  vanishing in simultaneous pauses-  So, this speaker within, falls down-  while doors of perception  transforms-- to become crystal clear-windows,  nothing more.  Mind this mind-  no mind-all mind-yes mind,  and the seeker is,  there- peeping along the fertility,  of growing flowers-- in no urgency, mindful-it is-mindless.  Who am I- no-more if I am I,  that I, which was,  this I, which isn't- Am I to I the I to I-  Which- I too am for I ? or, Am I who-eyes-the I ? is it I, that I's the I's to I,  so, this I -eyes- all I's,  then, I am I am I ! I----- I who ? So, I don't I this I, anymore.

Dear Love,  I thought of wishing you for the new year. But then I came to the conclusion that there are no old days, or new days. Everyday is today, everyday is love. How can I tag you with the past, you are this very phenomenon of universe.  You are here and now. You are irrespective of time and space. And our love is beyond the planetary movement pattern, beyond longitude and latitude, beyond lunar influences. We are just existing in the utmost harmony that there is. So, I decided not to wish you for new year.  But I do wish you for the courage, power, gratitude, affirmation and love to be here and now. Just being your pure identity. Just being your original form.  You are beautiful. You are not bounded by some poorly defined measure of start or the end. You cannot be defined in the measurement of time. You are the thread of eternity. You are infinite. I wish you Happy Infinity!