Why We Seek Love?

P O E T R Y 

HAVE YOU FOUND LOVE?

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Have You Ever Asked To Yourself!

Why We Seek Love!

We Never Ask Ourselves,

Why We Seek Security,

Why We Seek Wealth,

Why We Seek Happiness,

And In The Same Way, 

Why We Seek Thrill, Success, 

Victory, Excitement,  Entertainment! 

Though We Sometimes Often, 

Appear To Have Found Them, 

Soon They All, Vanish In Thin Air! 

Though Sometimes Often,

We Do Seek Oxygen, 

When We Are Really Gasping For Breath !

But We Never Otherwise,

Think About The Breath, 

Though Sometimes Often We Seek Breath, 

Sometime The Same Is Denied To Us!

Then we Seek desperately A Breath, 

At Any Cost, What-so-ever! 

For We Love Breath! 

Breath Is Being, Being Is Breath.

Love Is Being, Being Is Love!

We Love Being, We Are But Love! 

Just As the Fish Is Water, Water Is Fish,

Being Is Love, Love Is Being.

When We Appear To Lack The Same, 

We Seek Desperately The Same! 

That is How / Why We Seek Love.

Though We Sometimes Often,

Do Appear To Have Found,

Success, Thrill, Pleasure, Victory,

Wealth, Excitement, Entertainment,

Nothing Gives Us Peace Lasting! 

The Peace Of Being That is Love,

The Love That Is The Only Life! 

That Is How, That Is Why,

We Are Always Worried, Scared,

Concerned Of The Future,

And Try To Hoard The Things,

Even Snatch Them Away From Others, 

For We Think They Are Not Us. 

And For They Too Are Scared Worried!,

Concerned And Scared of The Future,

The Future, That Is Never In The Instant,

The Instant That is Ever The Now!

And We Try To Hoard The Things, 

Which We Believe Are Essential To Life, 

Life, That Is Survival, Revival and Burial!

We Do Know That Much About Life, 

Like What All the Animals Know Too!

That Is Why We Seek Love!

And Are Deceived Constantly,

By The Pleasure, Thrill, The Excitement

The Entertainment, That Come  To Us, 

In The Disguise Of Love And Happiness!

That Is How We Are Really Denied Love,

How We Miss, Lack, And Seek For The Same! 

In Our Own Negligence And Ignorance Of, 

What Love And Happiness Is Or Might Be!

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The New Era

P O E T R Y

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Like every year, that comes and goes away, 

This too will pass, not going to stay! 

Still a day in memory, that was yesterday, 

Causes the illusion; -it's the time's way! 

The time thus takes place in this now, 

That neither comes nor goes away!

But is only thought of as having a way! !

A day was there, that is called yesterday, 

A day also here, that is called today, 

And one, as imagined, in thought only,

Appears to be, called the tomorrow,

That is truly but continuity of sorrow! 

So long as is there, a thought is born,

The seed of the sorrow is there sown.

The two breed and survive on their own, 

Feed upon themselves survive, and grow. 

Under this cover, Reality is but hidden,

As the thought disappears, is seen again.

A thought is never the idea,

The Idea is never the thought,

Idea is but the illumination,

Where-in shines the thought.

The light that is prior to idea,

Is pure, self-resplendent, steady,

Idea is but the ray, scattered, unsteady.

When that Light is discovered,

That ever shines in the heart, 

Reality is revealed, comes out stark.

Day out and day in, day come and go.

The dance of time, a flickering show,   

Between the past and the future,

A today is named and framed, 

Likewise a yesterday, and a tomorrow!

Are but so famed and tamed! 

And Lo and Behold! The parade of time,

We see an year, rather an era meanwhile!  

But in a single day, the year too will die, 

In a single day, another will be born!

We shall evaluate the gone one,

And shall celebrate the new one! 

We shall have new resolutions, 

And forget those, the old ones!

Time will be repeated like this every year, 

And may bring us another smile or a tear!

And we shall have hopes, thrill and fear,

We shall meet, forget, and greet the dear, 

Soon the days of the year would heap on,

And of yet another year would leap on!

Where then shall we be, who but knows, 

Will stay for ever, irrespective of shows!

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Anyways,

All The Best, and --

A Happy New Year !

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Anxiety Attack.

A bolt from the blue.

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Though the word is explicit, explains to some degree how stress could trigger anxiety in an instant when one has least expectation that it is going to happen. 

We have become so habitual and insensitive that nothing seems to drag us out from our individual dreams, and while we appear to be awake, we are really lost in many mental occupations at the same moment. Though a surface-level layer of the mind though seems to us as if every-thing is normal, and we are behaving quite in a fine and coherent way.  But underneath many layers of our mind are there, working in abeyance, independently,  functiong in their own specific way. Each one is a stranger to many others and may be to the surface-level layer also. When at any level the functioning reaches to a certain level where it can no more endure the stress, it just, revolts, bursts and may explode. Then we call it an 'attack'. The equilibrium-state is just broken. Though we look perfectly fine, the stress takes hold of you and in a moment quite unexpectedly anything may happen to you. That is how every one must need this in advance before the flash-point occurs.

It is so strange, so bizarre, frightening, weird and sudden that you can't think of preparing planning, charting out a schedule for it.

But that is how our cultural, religious, social, traditional, ethical and moral values decide and determine.

Panic may be behind such an attack, as one of the many indicators. A person suffering from this disorder, may have a history of Panic buying. And there are so many forms of panic.

Could Psychology help? 

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Being Unrelated

P O E T R Y / 19-12-2022.

Maybe! 

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Being All-alone,

Is not that dreadful!

when you realize,

You're not related,

To anything, to anyone,

You just see, 

You don't cease to exist, 

But are everything and everyone. 

Then you're not connected, 

To anything, to anyone, 

Neither are you disconnected!

Then you are alone, 

But never lonely. 

Because you're everything and everyone.

Not only that, 

You're here, there and everywhere!

Once you discover this Reality,

You are boundless joy, peace and harmony,

Maybe, you could call it Self, Love or God!

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The Timeless.

Now / नव नवल,

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I'm The Timeless Now, 

I'm Ever So Alive, 

I'm Ever So Free,

Past And Future,

Appear, Disappear,

Past And Future, 

Dance Ever In Me!

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The Providence.

The Causes and The Motives, 

The Objectives and The Mission. 

Yesterday evening I wrote here a post about hate and hatred. Today in the morning I was reflecting upon the same when came to my mind a book with the title :

KRISHNAMURTI THE MAN IN REVOLT.

(Andre Neil, Published By Chetana - 1957)

The book was with me since 1990. There was yet another book with the title :

That Pathless Land.

By Susunaga Weerperuma, 

Published by the same Publishers :

Chetana 1983,

Not to mention that I have been always very careless and lazy, the books are all strewn up about all over in my room and on table. When I need some book, it may take so long, that ultimately I get frustrated and just stop looking for it. Occasionally I forget the whole thing. But there are times when I at once get it at once on hand.

So,  today when I tried to find out the book I just failed. Though I had the title in my mind, I wasn't sure if it was that of the book, or of some chapter in a book.

Providence has it that after a few minutes, when I was doing something else, I chanced upon to have a glance upon the back cover page if the same.  And Lo! I was just blessed.

In the book :

The two books were there, just waiting to be discovered and catch my attention.

in the book :

THAT PATHLESS LAND,

There is a chapter :

Has Krishnamurti fulfilled his mission?

The chapter is about what Krishnamurti may have in his mind about this objective.

Here is just the beginning :

 

The Two Worlds.

The Two Words. 

The Agony That Is Hatred.

And The Wisdom, That Is Love.

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Modern day's approach has been to follow the mission of spreading Love. No doubt, this looks a noble ideal, and at once appeals too every mind, -not because everyone knows what is Love, but only because every-one has one's own perspective and perception of --  "What Love is."

Though everyone claims that he or she loves his / her country, language, religion, people, religion, the tradition and culture, this love keeps changing its forms and norms all the times from place to place, person to person and the object of love. Not only this, but the love is variously categorized also in terms of good, pure, impure, divine, and Godly too.

We hardly know if love is a feeling, emotion, passion or an act, action, or a reaction. What we call and think is love, soon turns forms and shades, type and kind, hues and colors, with the object that we are in love. And this object too may be some person an abstract notion like religion, ideal, or some sublime goal in life. This life too like the love keeps its form and norm constantly changing. Still in the absence of truly a right word to which all may agree, we stick to these words like love, life, religion, culture, tradition, even God and truth, often just because have been trained and conditioned by the society we live in, in a particular way.

There are so called ethical compulsions also, and we have to observe those manners and social obligations.

In all this consideration, we just forget how these words that are supposed to indicate  those certain realities that we come across moment to moment in our daily lives.

In contrast and comparison, what is hatred?

We are always kind of uncertain and unsure what these various words really mean. And yet we tend to believe we know the meaning. Is it not true? 

Now let us see if hatred is also such a word like all those words referred to earlier?

How confidently and often with scorn and disdain, we at once declare I hate this or that simething.

The point is : How this reality; - this hate or the hatred comes into existence in the first place?

Is hatred a feeling, emotion, act, action or a reaction? A passion or compulsion?

Exactly what drives us to cherish hate or the hatred?

There is a simple reason : When something causes us pain, we try to avoid the same. But because of the circumstances we just cannot express our pain and may also not show it.  We may have to suppress this feeling that we dislike a certain thing, person, behavior and so on. Then we begin to cultivate dislike and anger and that gets stored somewhere in our memory. 

This is really so simple!

On the other hand, there is also another kind of hate or hatred that we are taught by our tradition, culture and religion; - that certain things are condemneble and we gradually begin to hate those people who follow such things or practices. In almost every religion we may find such practices which may seem to be kind of inhuman.

That is how different traditions, cultures and religions keep on nurturing and nourishing kind of hate or hatred towards the people of other traditions, cultures and religions. Faith is one such word.

Untill and unless we as human find out what this hatred is, we can't eradicate this hate or hatred. But understanding the reason, and the psychology behind it, may sure help us in getting rid of it. Then we can understand the significance of real love, which is not a mere word, nor a feeling, experience,  act, action, reaction or an emotion, but sensitivity and spontaneous response of any living being.

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If only!

P O E T R Y

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I could do, 

A lot of things, 

If I had,

A pair of wings! 

Look at the birds,

Look at the sky,

Look at the tiny, 

Beautiful Butterfly!

All they have,

 A pair of wings, 

And they ride,

On the wave of winds! 

Look at the man,

Who had two hands! 

And then complains,

If only I had!

What to do, 

With these two hands, 

What to do, 

With all rich brain! 

If I have no heart,

No feelings, no love! 

Alas! If only,

I had been a dove!

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"Nurseryrhymesforthegrownup"

14-12-2022.

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Maturity in Spiritual Endeavor.

This Question of Maturity of Mind.

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Two Screen-shots.

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The Bare Reality.

The Revelation.

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P O E T R Y

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I, 

Stood Revealed,

Itself Exposed,

To Itself, 

When Was No More,

Ignorant, Oblivious,

Or Forgetful,

Of The In-attention,

That Appeared To Stand,

Like An Unshakeable Rock,

Between The Ignorance,

And The Reality Timeless.

This Was Not A New Beginning,

Nor An End.

But Is The Ever Abiding Reality Only. 

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Poetry of the Day.

 A CLOUD BEHIND A CLOUD. 

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As if Alchemy! 

TRUTH IS PATHLESS LAND.

Where No Grass Grows ...

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P O E T R Y.

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The Wise Say :

Wait!

The Grass Grows By Itself !

Yes! 

How The Wise Could Say, 

What Is False!

But Isn't This Also True, 

It's The Rains, 

That Usher In The Waters, 

That Help Bringing Up The Sprout, 

Hidden In The Seed, 

The Seed, Hidden In The Earth,

The Earth, Barren and Fallow,

Dry And Arid, 

Performs Great Penance, 

Undergoes Harsh And Severe Heat, 

Before The Clouds Gather In The Sky!

The Same Clouds, 

That Are Hidden in The Waters, 

That Are Streaming In The Seas! 

And The Seas, 

Though Limitless, 

Are At The Mercy Of The Sun.

Who Might Know Well,

What Might Be Penance, 

For Him,

The Penance and The Austerities,

Might Be The Way Of Existence Only!

The Existence,

That Is : Unborn, Undying, Uncaused,

Extending From The Times Unknown,

And Beyond Towards The Known!

Is By Itself!

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सत्येन लभ्यस्तपसा ह्येष आत्मा

सम्यग्ज्ञानेन ब्रह्मचर्येण नित्यम्।।

अन्तःशरीरे ज्योतिर्मयो हि शुभ्रो

यं पश्यन्ति यतयः क्षीणदोषाः।।५।।

(मुण्डकोपनिषद् ३-१)

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