Colors of life

Everyone was appreciating the painting in the hall. Comments of art work, color, the blends of brush and the strokes appealed to everyone. Standing these amidst the people, I wondered what made them say that. I was seeing only a blob, just one color and no strokes of brush at all.
What was wrong? My friend was smiling at me. She pulled me away from the painting and said, now look. And how true, all the colors were now visible, the miniscule dots, the shades of colors that added depth to the work of art. Slight distance made a whole change in the perspective.
Isn’t this exactly how we look at life, every day? Friends and relatives, who were once so dear, have betrayed our trust. Some close relatives or siblings, have let us down although we have been good all the while. All these are so similar to each one of us. Yet do these happen by mere accident or is this also a color that is added in the canvas of our life? Are we viewing everything too close or are we able to watch the painting unfold, from a decent distance?
The blue print of the entire journey, that is life, is already crafted out in various shades. The painter, in His deft strokes has made a beautiful picture of every being. Unaware of the canvas, we reflect only in the pains, the probable dark spots or the failed relationships. We are yet to open our eyes that every person who steps in our journey, right from the nurse who held us the first time we opened our eyes in the world, to the last person who gives us the last drop of water when we move on, are all aids to the color of our journey. The shade of red may be a little long lasting than the shade of purple, or the various hues of indigo may overshadow the tones of orange, yet the net outcome is the flawless painting that the master craftsman paints.
What then are we doing in the canvas?
We are doing exactly what we are meant to do. This is exactly like the inner systems functioning, each independent yet inter dependant. If the stomach decides to rest and feel lethargic one day, we know what happens. If the arteries feel tired and complain of the massive work it has to do, I am sure we will land up on the doctor’s operating table. Just as every system works independent yet inter linked, so too, each one coming in our life, good, bad or ugly, has a role to play, influencing this journey directly or indirectly. A role ever so important as to bring exquisite colors to my painting; without which my canvas would be a white sheet merely.

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Colors of life

Everyone was appreciating the painting in the hall. Comments of art work, color, the blends of brush and the strokes appealed to everyone. Standing these amidst the people, I wondered what made them say that. I was seeing only a blob, just one color and no strokes of brush at all.
What was wrong? My friend was smiling at me. She pulled me away from the painting and said, now look. And how true, all the colors were now visible, the miniscule dots, the shades of colors that added depth to the work of art. Slight distance made a whole change in the perspective.
Isn’t this exactly how we look at life, every day? Friends and relatives, who were once so dear, have betrayed our trust. Some close relatives or siblings, have let us down although we have been good all the while. All these are so similar to each one of us. Yet do these happen by mere accident or is this also a color that is added in the canvas of our life? Are we viewing everything too close or are we able to watch the painting unfold, from a decent distance?

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The blue print of the entire journey, that is life, is already crafted out in various shades. The painter, in His deft strokes has made a beautiful picture of every being. Unaware of the canvas, we reflect only in the pains, the probable dark spots or the failed relationships.

 

We are yet to open our eyes that every person who steps in our journey, right from the nurse who held us the first time we opened our eyes in the world, to the last person who gives us the last drop of water when we move on, are all aids to the color of our journey. The shade of red may be a little long lasting than the shade of purple, or the various hues of indigo may overshadow the tones of orange, yet the net outcome is the flawless painting that the master craftsman paints.
What then are we doing in the canvas?
We are doing exactly what we are meant to do. This is exactly like the inner systems functioning, each independent yet inter dependent. If the stomach decides to rest and feel lethargic one day, we know what happens. If the arteries feel tired and complain of the massive work it has to do, I am sure we will land up on the doctor’s operating table. Just as every system works independent yet inter linked, so too, each one coming in our life, good, bad or ugly, has a role to play, influencing this journey directly or indirectly. A role ever so important as to bring exquisite colors to my painting; without which my canvas would be a white sheet merely.

Mind Attack

‘I don’t know how I should go ahead’ chocked with emotions, the elderly lady, trying to control her tears, wiped her eyes and looked at me. This is not uncommon comment… as almost every day we get to witness this, either in ourselves or in our associates and friends. Confused, staggering and at times tired, we walk our path of life, considering all the load of the world lies on our frail shoulders.
We carry in us, dreams of tomorrow with a fear of past. An apprehension which could be based on family, society, political situation of the place or it could just be the imprints of the past hovering over the present day. The net result is not a positive march forward. This is what one often hears as ‘Negative thinking’. Somewhere in our own process of growth and maturing, we have forgotten to have faith in our own faith. We rush from temples and gods, to baba’s and mahatmas, from sooth-sayers to tantriks, anything and anybody would do, as long as ‘I can get my peace of mind’. Do we have a moment to consider, this peace is unsettled only because of our own wrong notions?
Motivational speakers cry aloud, be positive. We preach the world at large, be positive. Yet in times of distress, the positivity flows out filling us with apprehensions, confusions and a state of helplessness.
We’ve all heard and probably witnessed ‘Heart attacks’ in people around us. What we have not witnessed is ‘Mind attack’. Medicines, some instant help and medical specialists bring about the much needed relief. How about the attack of the mind? That which happens most often, so often that we have lost the ability to note this situation building up in us gradually.

We talk of faith; we diligently visit the temples, the regular fasts or abstaining from salt / sugar/ sour etc on various days. The astrologer convinces us, wear Yellow on a Thursday, wear Black on Saturday and we gladly follow him. Yet we forget to open up our own sense of positivity, of faith, or reliance on the Supreme power that is ever present, ever loving. We have lost faith in our own words, on the positivity that each one of us holds within us.

No Babaji or Saint, astrologer or Doctor can do any miracle unless we work on ourselves, in this matter. The doctor cannot make us swallow the pill; the motivating friend cannot open your windows for better vision unless this attitude of ‘positive thinking’ starts glowing in us. Being aware of these negative weakening thoughts that pull us into this chamber of suffocation so that one consciously works on the positive aspects, will inevitably bring about paradigm shift in the view of life. After all, “Yat Bhavam Tat Bhavati”,….you become what you think.

Aging Gracefully……

As we cultivate our life, our beauty becomes as much about what we are creating and doing as it is about our appearance.

We tend to associate youth with beauty, but the truth is that beauty transcends every age. Just as a deciduous tree is stunning in all its stages—from its full leafy green in the summer to its naked skeleton during winter and everything in between—human beings are beautiful throughout their life spans.

The early years of our lives tend to be about learning and experiencing as much as we possibly can. We move through the world like sponges, absorbing the ideas of other people and the world. Like a tree in spring, we are waking up to the world. In this youthful phase of life, our physical strength, youth, and beauty help open doors and attract attention. Gradually, we begin to use the information we have gathered to form ideas and opinions of our own. As we cultivate our philosophy about life, our beauty becomes as much about what we are saying, doing, and creating as it is about our appearance. Like a tree in summer, we become full, expressive, beautiful, and productive.

When the time comes for us to let go of the creations of our middle lives, we are like a tree in autumn dropping leaves, as we release our past attachments and preparing for a new phase of growth. The children move on, and careers shift or end. The lines on our faces, the stretch marks, and the grey hairs are beautiful testaments to the fullness of our experience. In the winter of our lives, we become stripped down to our essence like a tree. We may become more radiant than ever at this stage, because our inner light shines brighter through our eyes as time passes. Beauty at this age comes from the very core of our being—our essence. This essence is a reminder that there is nothing to fear in growing older and that there is a kind of beauty that comes only after one has spent many years on earth.

The Real ageless, timeless, beauty is within us; not anything external, which can be perceived by the eyes.

letter to my child

 

My darling-

I need you to realize who you are
as I realize who I am.

It happened as a process for me
slowly, ever so slowly.

Life began and ended many a time
and the metamorphosis continued.

Sometimes mind and sometimes heart
and I needed both!

You are my arrow that will leap forth
into your unknown finding,

creating your own way,
your own path.

Tread on it Bravely. Experience! Experiment!

You are an adventurer of your own right and identity!

Fear not the unknown for it is just an adventure
to help you transcend the ordinary.

And Ordinary you are not!

Fear not the speed with which you leap for you
are a force to be reckoned with.

Love with all your heart and
Live with all your life.

 No Half Measures.

For tomorrow is tomorrow and today is today.

This is your moment and this is your day.

Forever in love with you

your mom

Evening Twilight

 

Sometime I go outside and sit,
In the evening at Sunset,
When there’s a slight Breeze that touches my body,
And makes the leaves and the trees move gently.
 Not trying to do anything, really.
 Simply allowing myself to Be,
Very open from deep within,
Without holding onto anything whatsoever.
Not to bring something back from the Past,

from Memory.
Not to  plan that something should happen.
Not to hold onto anything in the present.
Nothing  perceived needs to be nailed down.
Simply to let experience take place, very freely,
So that the empty, open heart
Is suffused with the tenderness of true compassion.

Equinox

The Autumn Equinox is coming up (for those of us in the Northern Hemisphere) — a time to  slow down our work, to welcome the coming chill, to see the final splendor of nature’s color, to greet the growing dark. It is a tentative time of transition. We feel fragile while our senses awaken when confronted by the uncertainty of winter. With the shorter days and longer nights, we turn from the outer world and renew our solitary citizenship in the worlds within.

[It] colonises your spine,

Feeds you

 up into the stars…

You are simply
failing to forget, allowing
stillness to be recognised.

You are momentarily disappearing,
to enter your own voice…