Midnight Musings

Midnight Musings - Desire

There was desire. And the desire was the fire.

In the fire of desire, life emerged as embers.

Beings rise into the light of life

And disappear into the darkness of death.

Even Before Mother could blink her eye,

Countless rise and fall on the stage.

The purpose was to play the part and depart.

Not to forget home and develop a craving for another revisit.

The self emerges and the senses take over,

Knowledge of the beyond is concealed,

It's Just like a clean blank slate,

Along with the baggage of the past, on every revisit.

Despite the fragrance of truth everywhere,

Making sensual pleasure a sweet sport,

Countless are stuck in a prison of their own making.

Unworried until a tragedy is struck, waiting for another reset.

Ignorant of the baggage becoming big every time,

Lost are those countless in the moment of illusion.

Mocking the real torchbearers and embracing clueless imposters,

Drifting further away from the truth every time.

Thinking enlightenment is a packaged product or a curated course,

Countless will remain puzzled when their plug is pulled temporarily,

Only to be re-plugged into a different socket,

Just because they could not quench their unquenchable desire.

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The Purpose

The sun was just about to set. I reached just then. I got down from the car and walked to the river. I kneeled down and put my hand in the water. The water in the river had a little warmth because it was a sunny day. I sat down there, waving my hand for some time. It was so good, I hoped the time stopped then and there. Then I thought, my hand was feeling the experience of water. Irrespective of which part of the river I put my hand in, the experience will remain mostly stay the same. If I enter the river and swim, then my experience would become more vivid and significant. If I submerge myself completely underwater then the experience of water around me becomes everything. Hypothetically, just imagine because of my sheer desire to stay there I obtain the ability to breathe and live underwater. I would probably choose to explore further rather than swim back to the surface. I will start imitating any creature I would find living in that water. Slowly I will learn a movement of my own

Who am I?

I'm the shadow behind what is expressible. I'm the core of what can never be expressed. I'm the one inside the darkness. I'm also the one in its absence. I dwell in depths of silence. I'm the ruler of the hall of sounds. I'm the cause behind every intention. I'm the force behind every action. I'm the offering. I'm the receiver of the offering. I'm the one who is called in every chant. I'm the blessing. I'm the one who is bestowing blessing. I'm also the one who is getting the blessing. I'm the water, fire, air, matter, space. I`m the one causing time. I'm the one beyond time. I'm the dream. I'm the one dreaming. I'm also the one free from the dream. I'm an integral part of every form. I'm also formless. I'm the witness. I'm the one being witnessed. There isn't anything, anywhere, anytime that is not me.

Beyond Words

The yearning, The desire. It's hard to tell if it is a selfless pursuit or a selfish endeavor. I never understood the great emotion being confined to a few words. Sometimes it's just the pleasantness of the union. Sometimes it's the pain of separation. Every other emotion feels like a by-product of that. It devolves into something evil the moment it's not about people but things. In its presence, all things sweet don't feel the same always. And all sad things don't stay the same. When it is understood deeply, pleasure will never be in taking, but in giving. It is what gives comfort even inside a prison of our own making. It is the warmth in one's association. It is also the warmth of one's tears flowing down on their cheeks on farewell. Is there somewhere that it isn't there. I don't need to celebrate it particularly if I cherish it every day in one form or another. What it symbolizes neither changes for anyone nor anything. It is misinterpret

Sharanagatam

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