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
are we not what we are not?
Honouring and celebrating all the females
in our lives for the love and nurturing they have shown us,
that we may grow with respect, dedication, strength, integrity, patience, understanding,
and spirit of loving kindness.
#InternationalWomansDay? That we have to create a special day to remind ourselves to respect and honour the better half the world’s population. Doesn’t that tell us something about ourselves ..~Shekhar Kapur
Chandramali…aum
Thank you Steven… for all you have done, for being you, for your humour, your love, your strength, your intelligence and insight into human curiosity, and your compassion and support for our family and my son in particular, there are no words…
You will forever be in my heart 🙏see you in the cosmos dear friend! I love you!
http://abcnews.go.com/International/nobel-prize-winning-scientist-stephen-hawking-dies-76/story?id=53729818
Dear Steven Hawking,
THANK YOU!
With all there is in me…THANK YOU!!!
Aum shanti shanti shanti aum…
lost for words…
feeling
aum
what are we doing dancing with all of these words?
sometimes we just fall helplessly in love with them, that we keep on repeating them over and over,
and by the same expression,
sometimes we try our hardest to avoid and even run from them
because we can’t stand for what they stand for
the avoidance may seem unlike a dance, perhaps, it is
as intense a dance as the one so deeply in love…?
what if are traveling through time as if
we were going through a tunnel, and all of the scenery
are the experiences we come across in our own unique journeys?
55 swirls around the Star Sun today…
I honour my mama for not giving up on me, even before I was born.
A birthday offering…
A prayer for my children, in loving kindness, healthy beings, strength and awareness especially during times of great challenges, love and respect yourself first in every situation with anyone, all blessings in every way, always…aum
THANK YOU…to all my family, friends, and others who have crossed my path, and I theirs. The experiences which holds us together or keeps us apart are equally valuable, they are worth many lessons I have not yet fully understood or learned. There is a continuation of life, in what ever form it takes, and for me it has unfolded in ways not easily explained or understood. There is a specific view I can sometimes look through now, and see things I have not seen before. Each of us have something rare and unique about us, here on earth, and I would like you to understand, the part you have in my life, is deeply appreciated and felt. I bow in gratitude and thanks, if it were not for your support, love, advise and so much more, I would not have made it this far. You have added meaning to my life!
All Blessings! to each of you, always!
aum
cinda
Gone
letting go, letting go, until
gone…
yet holding all the
world
I fall to your space, without a whisper, invisibly silent, tip toeing past your lips, and looked back to glimpse your smile…somehow, you felt me gone…yet still here at times, just for you…
Peace,
Eric and Cinda
i am nothing i think i am
i am everything i think i a not
other people’s stories trigger responses in us, while we notice what is happening,
there is a feeling that also brought up the response that may have been simmering…
awaiting until a nudge that brings it into awareness again…
…let me lean on you?
breathe
feeling the gentle sway in your shoulders…
lulling me to calmness…
i heard holding hands can be therapeutic means of healing various illnesses,
my question was
would it have the same effect if i hold my own hand?
my guess would be, no
it’s a tough thing to shed, worthlessness, when the one you looked
up to was the one to make you feel that way…the one you called dad.
now, the reconditioning begins, hard work…because what is left
is …
working on ‘being myself’ in a world with so many
expectations, it’s not easy…
simple has become complicated…
there can never be a glass half full, the other half is something that may
appear to be nothing, but close analysis would show differently…
metaphor or not, what seems empty only lies in the specific absence of a particular thing, only to be filled with something else…
…and yet another place, to place these thoughts,
that it has enabled me to stretch and feel
a sense of non judgement, acceptance, and maybe even belonging…
but it is by my own understanding, that all of these things come only
as a perception of what thoughts filter through my mind, at the
moment of delivery, like these words…spewing out ont he screen,
with no care of who or what will happen to them, just
really grateful that they have found a place to
express what is taking place …in this moment, to last on that…a fleeting moment,
i am nor the dancer or the dance…none of these i call myself,
for they are but a definition to an identity…
not the dance not the dancer
nor the floor upon which it takes place
or the music which guides it along…
nothing
to these expressions is anything of me
for i am that which cannot be expressed…
not in word, shape, form, or anything that can be
not even the witness…
the gaze is gazing at all that is…
when we become aware of the gaze, perhaps we too
also step into the gaze…
our words, they matter…and not
who is to say which is more profound than the other,
it can always have a perspective unseen, unheard, unfelt…
and there is no turning back to change something other than
the turning of the last behaviour and circumstances,
in order to have a different outcome or experience,
and still with that…
no two moments are the same
our perceptions are not what we think they are…seems that way
anyway
…awards…hmm,
what do they mean?
each person has a view, an opinion, an impression,
that sticks with them, depending on their life story,
and then a thought emerges more driven by the other thoughts to choose what one chose.
a year from that choice, or even a month or week,
would that choice be that same?
hmm mm
seems like failure and success depends on who you’re listening to
for me, journeying into past events and memories can serve as a necessary
part of healing wounds in the present, so the present can take a different turn and not thread along the same unwanted, unhealthy habits, traditions, beliefs,…
…is it not true?
how have we stumbled upon such happenings?
i wonder…hmmm and wonder some more…
it is true, all of it, nothing was or will be an untruth,
the flood gates have open
and revealed what was happening all along…
a misguided perception, viewed as incomplete and untrue
still…held the truth within it
for, if it happens as we say, and if it happened differently
to what we say, the truth will not be told in the way one person sees it,
but in all it’s forms, in all it’s versions,
from every single view,
only when put together in a timeless, spaceless dimension,
then we glimpse….only glimpse
some or part of what we thought was true
…finding out, it was really just a thin slice of what is actually there…
and the whole of anything cannot be perceived by any one person…
A prayer to all of us around the entire globe…
aum
aum
Be part of the turmoil of the Universe. Don’t deny, but embrace it. Breathe with it. And find its centre. You wil find stillness there. And eternal stilness. You will find you there. – Shekhar Kapur
The universe is what it is, we give these happenings names, in doing so, we offer ourselves one view, and are we aware it is only one view, as we speak it, advise it, suggest it?
When we word a phrase as a command, are we realizing that the wording of our words come from a place of how we express ourselves otherwise, and how those expressions may indicate the state of our state?
who is so wise to know what they speak about?
what is this stillness, turmoil, denying, universe, centre?
Are they just all words that point to the self and helps to describe one’s own thinking?
i wonder…
…and why not? stupidity seems to be a smarter place to view things from,
one goes in with a huh? kind of mentality, rather than a ‘I know” mentality…
which one would yield more from the experience?
what is this love we talk about so freely, with conviction, with determination and drive to convince others it is something we need or something that is ‘the only way’ to be, to share to have peace, what is this?
if a person was in any state of this thing we call ‘love’, wouldn’t we
recognize it? would it require a selling of the idea or concept of ‘love’ , or
would we just be able to feel it?
who is so qualified on this earth to say , they know what love is, and
that people should love themselves first?
how can one ‘love’ oneself first, if there is no reference point of
what that looks like?
and
is it possible that each person has their own interpretation of ‘love’
and that is what is true for them, but it may not be true for others?
can a child love ‘self’ just by an adult saying to them, love yourself?
or would that child learn what love is, by the example the adult showed
though action and attitude?, and not just by a command, order or suggestion
instinct…gut response
unfolded
jumped in, leaped, took the decision and rode on it
tossed ‘self’ into the oncoming intense rains, gusting winds,
and hail,
why did it seem so familiar and empowering to be in this experience?
‘self’ saw ‘self’ on the outside, what it feels like inside, and might look like
on the outside…
and was able to act on it, in that moment, perhaps…
there was that moment, where doing was the only thing in view…
not , who’s watching, what i look like, what they might be thinking, …
none of this mattered, but to do that thing, in an uncommon situation,
in the middle of an actual literal storm
ever wonder why we
‘fight back tears?’
what prevents us from fully expressing emotions and feelings through tears?
imagine if we felt that way about smiling?
is one more natural than the other?
hmmm
what do we see, find, when we look at our self?
holding the mirror up to ‘self’
hmmm
it’s about the message, not the messenger…
perhaps
ever wonder…?
there is no past, present, or future
no ‘now’ ?
only ‘passing, changing, evolving…?’
the best minds in the world are
located in children
buckle in or be ready to roll with the winds…
either way is useful depending on the
circumstances and what is called for the moment
is there anyone in here?
question to self…
a r r i v e d
Hope this child is found, safe and unharmed,
and
ALL the other children and people missing
Aum Shanti shanti shanti Aum
Please RT.
Missing since 12th May ‘18
Name: Arshad. Age. 13 yrs.
Last seen at Mahim, Mumbai wearing a white T-Shirt & jeans.
Arshad has Downs Syndrome & is incapable of communicating his address or parents phone numbers.
If found please contact Taju on +91 77180 42756
…what a feeling of relief,
this knowing nothing
All Blessings, in every way
Dear God,
( hug )
thank you
aum
Stephen Hawking…thinking about you
aum
is this love that
im feeling?
does it matter what we call it?
do we all have our own meaning for ‘love’ ?
Brain tumour awareness…
possible signs and symptoms:
frequent headaches
double or blurred vision
hearing impairment
morning nausea and vomitting
seizures
weakness or paralysis
behavioural changes
cognitive changes
dizziness or unsteadiness
how do we know anything that we think we know
only to find out we
didn’t actually know what we thought we knew ?