For who ? For ourselves. Did we do something, some ritual that affirmed our faith today ? In what ? In ourselves. Our ability to connect with our inner selves. For if we do not, who is this person that is working, loving, talking etc. It’s certainly not you.
It’s an everyday search for me. For that something that can put me in touch with myself. My connection to consciousness. My connection to loving nature.
Of course many people have faith. Which is a wonderful ability. I don’t have blind faith. I am more of a searcher. Questioner. Good, bad ? I don’t know. No value judgements on any faith or the question of faith. Or on myself.
Some people do it with meditation first thing in the morning. I have never been able to do that. I have to connect to something, however small, however little, to loose my sense of individuality. That’s the daily struggle. Against my own exaggarated sense of myself. I am so used to it. I have relied on it for so many years. So tough to let go now. Not that I have never questioned it before. But now, it is really important for me to be truly ‘active’ rather than ‘reactive’, which is what I have done most of my life. And how do I know what that ‘true’ action is ? Unless I am constantly in touch with something larger, more immense, more universal than myself ?
Yes I know. By letting go. By allowing yourself not to be addicted to the result of your action. By allowing chaos to invade your life. Yes, I agree. All of that. I do allow chaos to prevade in my life. I am impeteous (spelling). But then the individual in me fights back hard.
It’s an everyday battle. This battle to let go of one’s addiction to one’s sense of individuality.
Yet, the smallest of things can provoke the sensing of my flowing into something much much larger. Something infinite.
This morning it was my 5 year old daughter waking me up with a loud ‘Peekaboo’ and the tinkling of an early morning laugh.
Sometimes it;s just getting up early enough to watch the first shades of dark blue brush across the sky. Something deeply stirring about that.
Sometimes it’s unexpected gestures of affection that were not sought. Or given so instinctually that you were not aware of them.
Sometimes, it’s writing a poem. But only if the words are coming from somewhere else. As if something is flowing through you, a river of emotion you can physically feel that flows through your being.
But it is always so unexpected. So much that I am constantly aware now. My senses hightened. Waiting for that unexpected moment.
When something deeper will reach out and engulf me, and give my life, and all my actions, however small, a deeper and all encompassing context. On a daily basis.
So say a prayer for me. And for yourself.
Shekhar
The candle is gone
The light is still here
Such is the nature of this light.
Lata Mangeshkar passed away at the age of 92.
rest in peace and love, Om Shanti
peace in oneself, peace in the world
-Thich Nhat Hanh
22:22-22-02-2022
will not occur at anytime in history
again, unless future timegivers start over from
zero.
also,
any moment here and gone or coming might have the
same fate as significant as these numbers, stars, events
whatevers
yes, everyday is a prayer, a breath of life, sometimes stifled and shortened, sometimes flowing and at ease and other ways too…a prayer to breathe easy and mindfully, everyday is a prayer of gratitude, sadness, willingness, quiet moments, turbulent messes and so much more, everyday is a prayer
overload
time to focus on the breath
slow
slow
down
to be silenced
how horrible!
peace
sensitivity
essential for existence
Ceylon Cinnamon
the devotion, hard work, long laborious hours,
pride and integrity in the process…
aum
embedded and held in for another time
unbeknownst consciously…it emerges
what is this aspect of our humaness which causes us to tolerate violent acts against each other? conditioning, learned, genetics, external influences, greed, control…etc? What part of our consciousness turns so cold that empathy compassion and love get blocked?
SoHum
Jai Hanuman Jai
yes
no
and mostly, I don’t know
confusion
conscious
Confucius
conclusion
condolence
configure
tired
that’s the truth
some thoughts on memory:
I was wondering about memories and how they are stored, a thought came to mind when I noticed the difference between the file draw with papers stored vertically, and a stack of papers on my desk stored horizontally. The vertical papers in the file draw requires a shifting of papers and information can be easily seen while fanning though, with the stack on the desk I have to lift up each one and also hold the weight of the lifted ones to see the others under them. What if we consciously stored our memories in a vertical pattern, whether it’s metaphorically or physically visually intended, would it be more accessible and efficient to retrieve a memory (ie. car keys) using this manner of storage?
Are music pieces stored in a vertical pattern in humans and this is why people who have dementia etc. connect with music easier than trying to remember information not attached to a melody or rhythm? ? hmm
Is it why young children and others tend to learn a piece of information easier when the information is accompanied by a melody and rhythm? ?hmm
just some ideas floating by this morning…
My Ma passed on 25 years ago, May 20.
She was a strong, compassionate loving lady.
She had an independent thinking mind,
and is an inspiration for much of anything I do
that resembles ‘kindness’.
Thank you Ma, I love you, forever always.
Chinda
if you don’t like someone
chances are most things they do
will not be ‘good enough’
this wind…blows me off to other imaginary lands where peace
love comfort belongingness are the characteristics of a well cared for land
ocean breezes of what once was so very before long ago…
aum
restless
when there is less rest
Music in the flow we grow less than a nano second
we don’t know
what’s love got to do with it?
nothing and everything…it’s that simple and complex
we all come to a point … ‘when is turns to was’
communication,
where does it start and finish,
no where
continuous it is…no beginning or end,
because what is really a beginning,
where is that one moment that is never really here even though we say ‘in the moment? ‘ is there a moment ? hmm
Deepak Chopra…transformation in every moment
there is no such thing as ‘nothing’
Bhagavad Gita Chanting for the first time
by over 2000 devotees who memorized all 18 chapters.
Sri Sri Sri Ganapathy Sachchidananda Swamiji of Mysuru India
is the inspiration.
Event will happen Saturday August 13, 2022 in
Frisco Texas, viewable on Facebook at
Avadhoota Datta Peetham
Jaya Guru Datta Sri Guru Datta
the talk
the play
energy
moving things
descriptions in countless ways…
go stay
no past present future
not even this moment
aum
I was thinking about writing a book today while browsing through a book store in the ‘Great Thinkers’ section, the title would read,
“Great Women Thinkers Who Weren’t Allowed to be Recognized Alongside Men Like Plato, Socrates, Tesla, Newton, Da Vinci, Einstein, Confucius etc….” Cinda
A timeless story of wisdom, advice, encourage curiosity, words for reflecting through lifetimes…Shrimad Bhagavad Gita…aum
in person
aum
at the core…are we greater when praised? are we lesser when insulted?
Queen Elizabeth II
Rest in Peace and Love
aum