09/07/2022
Have been unable to write or take regular notes for a long while. Mind keeps slipping into states where little seems to matter.
I am all that exists, then what is the need of speech or text? Who is speaking to whom, writing for whom, explaining to whom?
The parts of me that are quiet, are listening anyway, receiving anyway, right? The same way this mind is receiving, when it is calm.
Maybe I should write for the forms of me that are not paying attention? The images that are swinging to and fro, unable to find the centre? Maybe one day these hands will be the instruments for writing something, creating something; maybe not.
At this moment I am eternal. I am flowing. I am still. And happily getting drenched in the Goan monsoons.
Here's a (slightly edited) narrative, I had written more than four years ago, Mon, 19 Feb, 2018. ♥️
The Thread
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I know the finely drawn thread on which all Creatures are woven I know the thread of that very thread. Therefore, I know the Great Brahman, said the little boy to the flower.
You know I am quoting from the Atharva Veda 10.8.38. I understand the Vedas. To me vedas are not alien, to me they come easily, Granny says this is because I am pure. You are my friend I think it is because you are pure too. You look really beautiful, do you understand why? It's because you decided to be beautiful. You smell very nice as well. All things that are pure smell of flowers.
Last Amavasya Pooja I prayed with all my heart. I asked Kali I want to taste nectar. That day the water in the Kalash, you know the copper Kalash in the pooja room, tasted sweet, it smelled of Sandalwood, Roses, Kevara and Kesar or a combination of all. I thought I was dreaming. I could not stop drinking it. I filled it up again and drank it after sometime, again it was uniquely sweet and fragrant. After five, mm maybe six days the water started tasting normal again. I was a little sad but then I decided to be happy instead because I had tasted something ambrosial for so many days. I wish I had brought you some but you were not here then. There were very few flowers
in the garden then, it was cold last month. Everything is so bright and colourful now.
Let me give you a suggestion. Look at how fast you are moving with the breeze. Don't move so fast, your time threads will break and then you shall fall to the ground. Stay with me for a few more days, I will tell you many secrets. Secrets that I have not told my mumma, mmm probably she already knows them, you think? Maybe she has forgotten, for she has to remember so many other things. Maybe you know them too already, that is why you are so happy.
Shh, stop moving so fast. Ah now I know, the breeze is blowing hard, and you must not resist. Maybe it wants to hear my secrets too. OK I will whisper softly, let me bring my lips close to you two.
Today at sunset the Sun god removed the cover. Yes! yes, I am telling you the truth. I can jump for joy.
Every morning and every evening I pray to the Sun. Sometimes a few more times on some days - Hiranmayena patrena satyasya pihitam Mukham
Tatvam pusana pawarenu satya dharmaye drashtaye.
I request the dear Sun, I wish to know the truth. I beseech you to remove the cover so the truth and dharma may be revealed to me.
The Sun is benevolent and answers my prayers. I talk to the Sun, like a friend, like you and I talk quietly without actually speaking.
Ah the wonders I get to see aren't easy to describe. The Sun reveals a little at a time and then little more and today it revealed so muchhh more. I think he likes me. Do you think he is he or is the Sun a she? I have a feeling that both are true. Do you think I am being preposterous? After praying I always want to sit quietly, it also helps the mind to remember, to understand what the eyes see. You know when you ask lovingly the secrets explain themselves!
Our feelings are very intelligent, much, much more than our minds. I don't talk a lot to people. I like to share with you instead. I don't have to speak to talk to you. I just have to think thoughts and you hear me. It's so much easier than speech, finding the right words and putting them in context and sequence of their occurence is so complicated, because often they come in disjointed bits, sometimes simultaneously. They even repeat themselves if we need them to.
Even when I can't think, when I cant remember the words for my thoughts or move my lips to talk, you still understand me. Isn't that a miracle? We must all really be connected. How else is it possible?
Someday I shall tell you many secrets about our minds. I must go inside now it's almost time for dinner. Bye dear flower. I hope no one plucks you and we get to talk again tomorrow. Bye dear breeze, please stay gentle and come again tomorrow.
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