Today I urge to find the reason of my birth. Why did I come to this place, calling my visit "Life". I am not free, I am travelling with my luggage. Taking burden on my shoulders, I make each step, adding a new thing to my luggage. It's only becoming more and more difficult to travel and it is then that I halt carrying the mask of agony, searching for peace.
Observations, understandings, love, wisdom, realizations, emotions and feelings are all a part of my luggage. Everything that seems to be mine including my own self is my luggage. Adding a new thing adds burden that has to be carried along. Hence, life is suffering. Trying to explore the truth beyond this luggage can help us identify the "Is". Starting a new journey with the luggage left behind, defines the path as the Isness. Liberation as it is called, allows the dissolving to happen. Here it is, that exists after dissolving, "the Anti-Matter".Putting colors to it forms the matter. With this and many other characteristics as its first luggage, it again makes the Visit...
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REALIZE, REINVENT…
THE LITTLE TRUTHS OF LIFE
Recollecting the happenings in my life, let me write this beautiful story. One day I entered a room, which was filled with darkness that seemed unlimited in all its dimensions. Nothing was visible. I stayed and lived in the place where anger, frustration and tears had no meaning. There was no one to listen or speak to. With the dreadful darkness around me the only companions were the hopeless, weak thoughts.
Suddenly there was a feeling of hope taking roots from where I am, when I found a candle. It seemed as though the strength of my emotion touched the plane of the heavens, which brought help. Now, with the candle lighted I was reassured that the nature was helping me. For once I adored, respected and fell in love with the candle which showed me the world. I could now enjoy every bit of my existence as the room was filled with exquisitely beautiful things. There were no more thoughts but only pure happiness and joy that ruled my kingdom of life. The candle now appeared as God. It felt as though there was nothing more beautiful and lovely than this candle that I respect the most.
In this mesmerizing flow of events, there was one thing that I forgot. I forgot that the candle cannot last for long and its existence on this plane is temporary. When I became aware of this little truth, I understood that even my existence on this wondrous plane was temporary. And before the candle has left me, it is me who is leaving the candle. This walk into a new room may bring many more surprises and the candle remains a memory in this illusory story of existence.
- P.ADITYA HIRAN
p.adityahiran@gmail.com
22nd Oct 2009