More than Words !

My extinction- follows every blink,  and every breath.  I am, and I am not.  It is, and it is not.  No images mirrors ideas,  no mind barks.  The envelop is the letter.  Elevators,  all dancing elevators.  Sometimes tears of metaphors.  Sometimes, immediacies of atrocity pavement.  It smells, but that's the way ! Photo credit:  http://esjardinera.tumblr.com/post/21005863299  

My dear Genuine Minds, Confinements of orders are at times your best friends, and at the same consecutive moments your worst enemy. Either friend or a foe, its a box of jelly and delicious poison. Once you take it, it becomes the sole reason for your absent mind'ness. Though you are, you are not. It is difficult for any rationalized and functional mind to dive into this void of absurdity. Yet, there is this particular voice inside all of us, from all corners, that looks back and forth. And tells us to jump. Just jump into the absurdity. No matter what the outcome might be. A very courageous leap. After which the undefined definition flowers, and synchronicity reveals the cosmic one'ness, beyond words, even silence of the human mind. Toward any event, is the dream. As imagination, or as an unconscious event. And it follows allwhere. The possibility of the existence is as a dream, an incident, an accident and as an event. But is that all which lives in us, as the self. ...

My dearmost, Remember you are the aperture. You ignite light. You ignite the world. Yet, in the momentary illusion of matter and mass, you are lost in yourself. A crude sense of ego. You are lost in the subjective, which is the objective. I ask you, to de-focus from your vantage point and submerge in the existential atmosphere for a while. Go on vignetting, and vanish for a while. Just taste the reflection of that which is the universe. You would see, you evoke existence. And existence evoke's you. Einstein was certainly right, its relative. Leave the thin line of projection of this beautiful distortion. Its just a mirage. Its just the illusion. Don't fall in this trap. Though its easy that way. You might be drawn toward the easiness. Just remember, your transcendence- is your evolution. If it was not so, life would not exist. Life as we know it, would just be star dust. I ask you to go beyond spectrum and eyes. And look at that which cannot absolutely be comprehended by eyes...

The science of symbolism in Mythology, found in many temples has been a great source of wisdom to my own contemplation capabilities. Going to a temple has never been something for god personification. Bidhya, Buddhi and Vivek are very rare phenomenon. Though there are many forms of Bichara available. The mind never reaches the modes of 'Adi-Bhuta', the primeval uncreated cause of all, as said by Fitzedward Hall. Saraswati Pooja, in that understanding means that life is a desert without the nectar of nothingness, creating everything. That expression hence, becomes art, science and music. This forms nature, this forms Saraswati. Appearing in Rig Veda, Swaraswati represents the flower of wisdom. The roots too. Or concretely, the whole existence of the seeker. So, Rigveda also presents Saraswati as river. For me, Saraswati represents the last coffin for a mortal body, the state of Mokshya. The absolute nudity. In that scope of essential understanding, probability has no place. ...

Oh shallow heart,  free the esoteric dragon this mind- from all east and west  from ashes  let the demon arise  to samyaksaṃbuddha an awakening  a singular death  a privilege- of the thousand sun  sparkling eyes of maya, the primary trigger to state of all non creation !

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...