blazeofglory
12-08-2007, 09:28 PM
Things happened as usual this morning. There are special things to write about. I woke up a little early, and had a morning walk. It was piercingly cool. I came across men, women, children running and this is very customary or routine.
Then I mediated and this is what I routinely do, and it of course refreshes me. Meditation for me has nothing to do with spiritual matters. I simply close my eyes and let loose everything, let go of myself, not centering or concentrating on any thing.
Streams of thought flooded me at times, and I do nothing, and tried to be a witness to things, for things happen and go, and things that spring up have to subside. I felt everything is in flux, and everything would ebb away. There is sheer nothing, vast emptiness. God, spirituality and the rest, we give so many names to these unknowns. Phenomena keep on happening in this endless eddy and in that course tens of undercurrents overflow me.
At times I see beauty, and when I remain in a good mood everything seems beautiful and sublime. But the mood ca not continue and it has to diminish in intensity. Then sheets of black clouds envelop my mindscape.
At times I simply like to engross in meditation. Meditation at times, for me, has to do with thinking over things, day-to day happenings. At times I think philosophically and at times like a layman. Sometimes every small phenomenon, even watching a flock birds or the running of stray dogs, and the flow of rivers too appeal to me.
Mostly I wonder at things and I try to philosophize or rationalize things.
Things happen and keep on happening, sometimes boringly and other times phenomenally and bizarrely.
I undergo many phases. I wonder Why I am here. Tens of thousands of my ancestors have been guests to this earth and left no tracers except in our memory chambers and I am too adding one in this vortex and a speck I am in this whirlpool.
Ideas occur interminably to me. I am a writer and try to sequence events and order or arrange them into a piece of art. For people detest fragmentary monologues.
Today I am presenting things as they occur to a small extent unconscionably or spontaneously, uncensored by my rational minds. I did not try to rationalize them. I tried to reconstruct every rule and system and tries to be as honest a s a baby speaking with prompt reactions to environs.
This is the uncloaking of me, if not full, the part me.
Then I mediated and this is what I routinely do, and it of course refreshes me. Meditation for me has nothing to do with spiritual matters. I simply close my eyes and let loose everything, let go of myself, not centering or concentrating on any thing.
Streams of thought flooded me at times, and I do nothing, and tried to be a witness to things, for things happen and go, and things that spring up have to subside. I felt everything is in flux, and everything would ebb away. There is sheer nothing, vast emptiness. God, spirituality and the rest, we give so many names to these unknowns. Phenomena keep on happening in this endless eddy and in that course tens of undercurrents overflow me.
At times I see beauty, and when I remain in a good mood everything seems beautiful and sublime. But the mood ca not continue and it has to diminish in intensity. Then sheets of black clouds envelop my mindscape.
At times I simply like to engross in meditation. Meditation at times, for me, has to do with thinking over things, day-to day happenings. At times I think philosophically and at times like a layman. Sometimes every small phenomenon, even watching a flock birds or the running of stray dogs, and the flow of rivers too appeal to me.
Mostly I wonder at things and I try to philosophize or rationalize things.
Things happen and keep on happening, sometimes boringly and other times phenomenally and bizarrely.
I undergo many phases. I wonder Why I am here. Tens of thousands of my ancestors have been guests to this earth and left no tracers except in our memory chambers and I am too adding one in this vortex and a speck I am in this whirlpool.
Ideas occur interminably to me. I am a writer and try to sequence events and order or arrange them into a piece of art. For people detest fragmentary monologues.
Today I am presenting things as they occur to a small extent unconscionably or spontaneously, uncensored by my rational minds. I did not try to rationalize them. I tried to reconstruct every rule and system and tries to be as honest a s a baby speaking with prompt reactions to environs.
This is the uncloaking of me, if not full, the part me.