Tuesday, 22 April 2014
Sunday, 15 December 2013
There once was a sleepless vagabond, a creature that was neither human or animal. He was a sleepless vagabond that journeyed not just anywhere but was welcome everywhere. People experienced the vagabond in different ways. Some were surprised, others shy and still others were content and excited about the mysterious energy this curious creature brought to them. He was like a friend one could say, though he himself had none, he was everyone's. He didn't speak to you, or tell you what to do, he just guided you. He was the vagabond of all. He was always there to listen to us, one could say he was the companion of us all. His dwelling was not a house, or a hut, he didn't live on the land or in the sea. He lived not in the valley or on the mountain top. He existed where they all existed. In our heart.
One day you realised that the sleepless vagabond had entered your heart, he had entered violently not by his choice but by the circumstances of your own life. You had been sick, not the sickness of headaches or heartaches. You had the sickness of sadness. Now sadness was the worst of all maladies. It terrorised your life into fear. You saw nothing. You were almost gone until he came. He had actually come to awaken you. He had come to console you. You were grateful. You started to smile. You knew that he had come to warm that empty space left in your heart. That was all that you needed. His little visit was like a brief yet touching reminder that life was a beautiful opportunity granted to awaken to our true reality. A reality filled with love and sincerity.
The sleepless vagabond asked you two questions before he left and that was all that he said.
- How much will you love?
- How will you live?
You were left lingering in thought...these questions had filled you with mixed emotions of the pain of what was, and the pleasure in what was to come.
Sunday, 15 January 2012
Thursday, 12 January 2012
Now we just run around, heedlessly for money that we have already spent, for expenses we don't need, on things that are unnecessary. I wonder how much longer we will all suffer in our selfishness, oblivious to our true needs? A house filled with loved ones, isn't that our dream? Have we forgotten the reasons why we wanted those things in the first place? To create lasting, happy memories, or are we content with our loneliness, have we forgotten how to talk to people? Who knows? Everyone will just say its relative to your own experience and that nobody has the right to judge. I agree, its just that there are somethings that are just the same. The soul! No one would argue the fact that we all seek happiness in this life, of which the greatest way to experience it is with others. Those others in our lives are both the life and death of our existence. The challenge is just to be.
Saturday, 7 January 2012
The path with its up and downs
Thomas was a young man who was always filled with energy. Energy is a good thing people would tell him. He didn't realise it but he was always on the move from one thought to another, from one place to another. He was in motion. One day he found himself just sitting still. The sun was radiating on his face while he was reading as he waited to get to another place. He felt as though there was something new about this experience, but he wasn't sure. He closed the book and looked up. All he could see was movement, interspersed with pauses of motion. He thought to himself what was different about him and his experience? In a split moment it came to him. He was still, sitting, not moving. He felt a joy a curiosity that one experiences when they do something for the first time. This was the feeling he was having. He was still. His movement was animated by the movement that surrounded him. He was in motion while being still. This was the motion-stillness continuum of his reality!
Do we ever take the time to be still in the world that is constantly in motion? How important is movement to us both psychologically, physically and spiritually? We are constantly moving from one state of being to another, from one place to another, from one thought to another. It is fundamental to our existence. Without movement we would whittle away to nothing, we would be lost. At the same time something that is as paramount as movement to our existence is stillness. Stillness is the requirement of expansive movement. the ability to stay still, to rest are of utmost importance. Just like those who wander are not always lost. Those who are still, silent and reflective are just moving at a different pace. One could say that both are necessary elements of our existence if we are to be fully alive and perceptive of our every experience in every moment.