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In his philosophy, Jean-François Derrida often emphasized the concept of rupture, which refers to a break or discontinuity in a given system or structure. This concept can be understood in relation to Derrida's philosophy of time, which challenges the traditional notion of linear, teleological time. According to Derrida, the traditional view of time as a linear progression from the past to the future is problematic because it relies on the assumption of a fixed, stable present. This assumption is problematic because it assumes that the present can be apprehended as a self-contained, discrete moment, separate from the past and the future. However, Derrida argued that this view of time is fundamentally flawed because it ignores the fact that the present is always already conditioned by the past and is constantly being transformed by the future. In other words, the present is always already in a state of flux and is never truly stable or self-contained. Therefore, Derrida's philos...

The masked dance is a sacred ritual that has been practiced in Nepal for centuries. It carries an ancient system of performance art intertwining mythical, human and godly figures combined with stories told in a theatrical style, helping to portray the sacred, mundane and enlightened realities. The mask allows the dancer to enter into a dreamlike state, where they can enact any myth, legend, drama, literature, poetry, dance, and music. Masked dances evoke a range of emotions. The dancers, who wear elaborate masks, are said to have shape-shifting abilities, and the dance is performed with a vital spiritual significance. It is a psychosomatic experience that allows the dancer and the observers to connect with their subconscious minds and tap into a higher level of consciousness. It is a spectacular spectacle and can be intimidating to watch. This is a way to explore strange realms and experience the raw, unconscious form of the universe. The mask is used as a tool to idealize space and c...

K alid asa was a classical Sanskrit writer who is believed to have lived in the 4 th or 5 th century CE . He is one of the most celebrated authors in Sanskrit literature and his works include plays , poems , and ep ics . The most famous works of Kalidasa include the plays Abhijnanashakuntalam (The Recognition of Shakuntala), Vikramorvashiya (The Urvashi of Vikram), and Malavikagnimitram (Malavika and Agnimitra). His poems include the epic Raghuvamsa (The Dynasty of Raghu) and the love poem Meghaduta (The Cloud Messenger). Kalidasa's work is unique for its beautiful and poetic language, as well as for its insights into human psychology and the natural world. His plays are particularly known for their nuanced portrayal of human emotions, while his poems are celebrated for their lyrical and descriptive qualities. Kalidasa's work often explores the inner workings of the human mind, delving into topics such as love, jealousy, and betrayal. His ...

Rumi was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. Rumi's poems, which are written in Persian, have been translated into many of the world's languages.  Rumi's poetry is characterized by its spiritual and mystical themes. His poems often explore the themes of love, loss, and yearning. Rumi's work is also known for its use of imagery and metaphor. Rumi was born in 1207 in what is now Afghanistan. He was raised in a Sufi household and received a traditional Muslim education. Rumi's father was a theologian and jurist, and his mother was a spiritual teacher. Rumi's family moved to Konya, Turkey, when he was 12 years old. It was there that Rumi began his religious studies. He also began to write poetry during this time. Rumi married and had children, but his wife died young. This loss deeply affected Rumi, and he began to write more about love and loss. Rumi met a man named Shams-e Tabrizi. Rumi and Shams became close friends, and Rumi began t...

Developing awareness is key to an integral health. Let’s say there is a Bulb in a room. As we turn it ON, the light travels in all directions. It spreads across the room instantaneously. Awareness is this act of turning on the light of consciousness. As more awareness flows in our mind, body, and breath; we are peaceful, clear, loving, tactful, motivated, and joyous. When our awareness grows; we might experience self-awareness, natural awareness, and integral awareness of our living experience. With natural awareness, we access a state of ease and not disease. Awareness is the key to a harmonious life. When we are awakened to the natural presence of awareness, we can live a life of wholeness.

the eyes are dancing, my friend to be found in your sight  the Gazelle is running, my friend  a sight is a glimpse of divine I rain with tears, my friend in silence, the drunkard smiles how near you are so far, my friend  here in my heart, there in the sky  tonight I am by the sea, my friend  tomorrow in your arms  the breath is sailing, my friend  to the marvellous stars  encircling space, my friend  Oh! graceful craft  let me kiss your hand, my friend  I surrender to One heart  where will you take me, my friend  wherever I see only you are  the Gazelle is running, my friend  a sight is a glimpse of divine

Art by Adarsha Bhattarai I look around to find you  here and there  searching for you  following your fragrance even when my eyes are incapable  my heart feels your presence  beloved, this vacuum  is a loving embrace  enveloping all the sun and the moon  are witness  of the longing heart  spinning  whirling  swinging  the space wraps around the earth  the wind wraps around the body  the body wraps around you  you are all  then I forget and again I look around to find you  here and there  searching for you  spinning  whirling  swinging  twirling to qyou

  the cobweb of desires covers the delicate heart the more your try to escape the more you get trapped why do you reason so much? the riddle eternal needs no solving the market never closes until the breath is lost the cloister never closes until the breath is lost the secret of breath is that it never ceases even when the body is dust why do you fear so much? the will divine embraces the soul there is only one speaker in all the voices all the stories shared and told do not dwarf your vision do not submit to greed if your heart is burning remember to look within the sojourning is a happy pilgrimage unaffected by passage of time Rabia cried and said, ‘I am burnt, I am consumed’ I pray we get burned and consumed too Oh! eternal flame walking the path of Roses

wo ishq hi kya jo rulaye na  khudko khudse bhulaye na                                 dil-e-dard se jo awaj aati hai wo awaj hi kya  jo aap ke liye gungunaye na  chalne ka adab hum na jane bulbulke awaj se chalte hai   bas ek zikr rakhte hai  mohabbat ke rashate dil aap pe kurban karte hai  dil-e-dard se awaj aati hai bas gulab hi use sunpati hai  haqiqat baqa hai aur sab fana  hamari haqiqat aap ke duwae hai  aap hamari dawa nafs ko paak rakhe kaise  aye! mere ruh bata la ilaha illallah

Khawaja piya said to the beholder, stop wrestling with the pigs ‘you will only get dirty’ yet the self kept wrestling with the mind  trying to cut the nafs  O! foolishness with what swiftness the nightingale approached the rose  to wound the heart  with grace  O! Fana  erasing the mind from the mind  O! Baqa  unerasable eyes  the wound is a blessing  the tears its joy  when Ilm and Ishq merge  there is only an eternal path and no ploy walking in adab of love  let yourself be cut deepest from the wound flows the light  blessed is the heart that pains  that cries in the beauty of sunrise  the mirror of truth is hidden  in the inevitable sorcery of mind  let yourself be cut deepest and be one with the truth  only the heart that pains remembers  to pray with the truth  Ilm and Ishq cleanses the mirror  the torment unites the extremes  the string of heart pierces the nafs  ...

Note: In the story below, the King is the Self; the Garden is Life; Gardener is Sophia, the wisdom; with wisdom, the king must build his earthy paradise. Gardener’s silent witnessing of the seasons is natural awareness. Witnessing the ever-changing seasons of the soul. The eternal flowing in the waters of consciousness. Gently, peacefully, nolens volens. The palace is the body. The Queen is the breath. A great king once wished to make the greatest palace in the world for his queen; and the greatest garden around it. As the palace was built and ready, he wished to plant the garden. And he sought for the greatest known gardener in all mortal realms. The king wanted his palace and garden to be an earthly paradise. The wisest and most skilled gardener was found and brought before the king.   The gardener was a very old wise woman, and she agreed to create the garden as the king wanted. Selecting a nearby spot around the palace, she sat down. Silently. Winter slowly passed. Summer and t...

the snow is falling in the mountains.. from azure blue to white to that yellow sun.. streams of reveries of worlds in the water cycle of life.. pebbles; every moment a pebble universe of infinity.. oh, emerald emptiness, the river ganga flowing through the crown jewel of ShivaSakti... the evening wind of mornings yawn.. in sleep all is one.. in wakefulness all is one.. the distance is but a mirage.. crystal winter is painting the mountains white for you, the current of waterfalls slowly uniting in white is now dancing in the rainbow color of light.. remember to dance in the coldest winter night enveloped in the warmth of darkest dark.. where darkness and light unite  .... a painting inprogress inspired from Nicholas Roerich

When a culture faces epistemological breaks, it suffers a fate of subversion, for it cannot unhinge itself from the imaginal blockages. It limits itself from entering the realm of the unknown. This is when a culture loses its respect to philosophy, and spirals out as its own doom. In this abandonment of the respect to philosophy, how will the culture break free from its own shadow and integrate itself in to the possibility of a future, a NEW future, a FREE future? A future where imagination is an act of knowledge, not sleep. Take for example a culture which constructs of a family of four living a happy life. Very happy middleclass life. That’s what most of the 7 billion of us can dream for and achieve. Or maybe it is the best-case scenario. But for how long? The inner voices will be too loud before the family itself will collapse. It is bound to collapse. It is collapsing. It has collapsed in a lot of human places of plastic perfection and deep sleep. A state of forgetfulness ...

.. there stood she again staring down the narrow tunnel of memories .. a twilight masked as the dusk covering her journey as the quiet spider making its move toward her favourite book, for unknown reasons… the invisible and uncontrollable rumble of the thinker... lying in the bed… a silent flickering thought of how this world is unfair to itself.. .. or how the loved one seems to be so unfair or may be love .. who remains awake looking at her from both corner of the highway.. and also leaves with every vehicle that passes this way.. but does it matter?.. her freedom… the facade so bright and clear she is free, she thinks she is free… only escaping the torture of folded realities .. who is thinking that thought?... gazing upon the shapes of the shadow laid upon by her dreams, …??who is this dreamer gardening the flowers of outlined direction, directionless caring if the outlook of freedom should look in a certain way, and if not, it's not fair ..engaged so deeply i...

the dreamer's infinity  looks like a painting from visions of Blake  there, alive, deep, poetic  b ut quite untouchable  like an unrequited song of a nymph  that echoes everyone's heart, but no one listens  or no one knows what it is  reconciliation it is like a spiralling flame burning deep within the quest  toward  the sorrow of the fleeting beam of creation  the moment it creates, it vanishes  the moment it vanishes, it creates  an endless pit or  maybe an endless bliss  paradoxes painting paradoxes, he remembers   illumination  you touch my heart with your eternal smell  'I' look for it everywhere  ....opposites reconciling ......... bondage oh! liberation  an intimate communion  the unstruck music  nothingness  for bliss is despair  transmutation  the sun said, I am the light  I laughed  so she de...

closely knit blood vessels intertwined as the cathedral of ONE self-standing electrical impulses interpolated in natural condensation of love drumbeats breaking barriers as carriers of irony and charm mingling deep into the void as the lover's breath in radiating calm  what is iniquity when in a dream? and when the dream is life... the lotus as it grows in the bewildered embrace, is it YOU who decides? was the universal ocean churned by the gods or the lovers?  or... or, did the union of the love sprout as the oceans? who nestles in the heart? the impulse or the ONE? or is it the poetry of love, can it ever be found? is this poetry a foolish prattle trying to settle in the ceaseless cradle of a dream the silent screams of ignorance claiming to be one with the pearls of pleasureful thrills are you quite enough to hear this? ...the silence between the nude spaces

the wheel turns the apostrophized muse into the soliloquy of reflections blocking a view or a memory of an abyss and jumping into a sandstorm of an unusual dilemma an auditorium where they formed life fading slowly into a modesty of nothingness to break the 'fourth wall' of this catastrophe she has to defamiliarize the familiar ..the recurring dream, a horror she has to erase the faces of the lover, those he wore, around her, near afar the faces of the hide and seek or the hands of aesthetic illusions the 'wheel' suspended in the beams of her eyelids and memories played in a sequential loop the faces are not him, or her but a landscape of cognitive biases a tantrum of reality where many are stuck, many lost this act makes the bigger wheel turn as if an illuminated acknowledgement of life is laughing back at them laughing at everyone and itself and at this 'play' of actions and reactions to the apostrophized muse whose lov...

restfulness BREATHE.. inhale, exhale  she said to him, hear the songs of life singing to the ears of love help your heart feel the poetry  weaving inside of you waving at you  spinning as you learn to feel as a scientist.. learn to question  as a poet.. learn to breathe the beauty  as a philosopher... learn to see the vile as a mystic.. enter the temple enter inside the innermost sanctum of your being as the great Mahasiddha Sarahapa once said to realise it, rest in unstructured ease without meditating on anything nothing to do, silently singing the songs of love and entering the temple of life .. in the silence of restfulness  but that does not mean that the wonder has vanished away and no creativity emerges from that silence  its just the opposite  .. in the silence of restfulness is the great tree  the tree, as it branches towards the heaven  also roots towards the i...

In Hermetic Philosophy, there are three matrices: 1. The Matrix of the Earth, or the Universal Matrix of the World.. the great vase of nature. The sepulchre and living tomb of all creatures. The receptacle of elements and germs... 2. The Matrix of the Uterus.. or the Matrix of the rock.. the force of creation. The force that makes gold and silver out of the rocks... the ROCK is the GOLD.. 3. The Matrix of Unspeakable.. the secret of the secrets..  a Vase of silence which becomes the matrix of the golden Tree of the Philosophers.. the Matrix of the circulation of spirit...

In Sanskrit, Fire is referred to as Agni. It connotes the essence of nature, the primordial power that consumes, transforms and conveys. It is one of the five constitutive substance 'Mahabhuta'. There are more than a thousand different types of fire mentioned in the Vedas. From the fire in our stomach to the fire in the energetic saps concealed within plants. That is the secret of fire in Alchemy. Every alchemical process uses different fire. But there is one particular type of fire which is revered as the highest form of fire. And it is called 'the Philosophical Fire'. The Philosophical Fire is the most uniform, a continous form of fire. It is not derived from matter. But it participates in the nature of Sulphur. The spirit is mentioned as Sulphur (sulfer) in Alchemy. It dissolves, congeals and calcines all. It has a certain personality when invoked. It is humid vapourous, altering, digesting, penetrating, subtle and aerial. It is not violent, it doesn't burn,...