So did we say a prayer today ?

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

1,434 thoughts on “So did we say a prayer today ?

  1. 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

  2. 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

  3. 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

  4. Ceylon Cinnamon

    the devotion, hard work, long laborious hours,
    pride and integrity in the process…

    aum

  5. 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?

  6. 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…

  7. 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

  8. if you don’t like someone
    chances are most things they do
    will not be ‘good enough’

  9. 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

  10. what’s love got to do with it?
    nothing and everything…it’s that simple and complex

  11. 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

  12. 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

  13. the talk
    the play
    energy
    moving things
    descriptions in countless ways…
    go stay
    no past present future
    not even this moment
    aum

  14. 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

  15. A timeless story of wisdom, advice, encourage curiosity, words for reflecting through lifetimes…Shrimad Bhagavad Gita…aum

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