Emptiness of the brain

And walking on that road, there was complete emptiness of the brain, and the mind was free of all experience, the knowing of yesterday, though a thousand yesterdays have been. Time, the thing of thought, had stopped; literally there was no movement before and after; there was no going or arriving or standing still. Space as distance was not; there were the hills and bushes but not as high and low. There was no relationship with anything but there was an... awareness of the bridge and the passer-by. The totality of the mind, in which is the brain with its thoughts and feelings, was empty; and because it was empty, there was energy, a deepening and widening energy without measure. All comparison, measurement belong to thought and so to time. The otherness was the mind without time; it was the breath of innocence and immensity. Words are not reality; they are only means of communication but they are not the innocence and the immeasurable. The emptiness was alone.

Revered Thoughts

"When you feel connected of being within you is when it will open to love, undivided, selfless, without excluding, without break, without imposing, without double standards, without hypocrisy - there begins - a beautiful journey home, crossing all obstacles, crossing all barriers, imposed by power, a shift - imposed by turbulent energies, imposed by beings without soul. You can! Stop your way much less away from your chosen path and guided by your heart. Nothing can obscure your essence, your presence, nothing can turn off your higher self! NOTHING- Internal/External.

 

It's a fact."

Faith

 

"He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed: there are no words to tell that which He is. He is without form, without quality, without decay."

It's just another date Nee - Chillax

Long time - I have not visited my blog. It feels so nice to go through ones own posts at times and read them - there is certainly new learning each time one goes through them. I have noticed that I revert to writing when my bucket of emotions is full, when I have no one to express to, no one to blame, nothing to expect, nothing to do! Sigh!

I don't know how to start, I don't know whom or what to complain but there has been a thought which has been lingering in my head for quite some time. They say, "What goes comes around". Meaning - whatever you do in this life to other people, whether it is good or bad, the same will return to you. Maybe not in the exact way, but trust me, payback is a must. I was not an adherent fan of remembering dates. I always felt they were just numbers to which people associate their feelings. It looked insane to me how my friends remembered birthday dates, anniversary dates - I was always of the opinion that they were just a means to party, a pretext to drink, smoke and enjoy. But today I am certainly proven wrong.

7th March - couple of  years age, on this date, I met this friend of mine whose friendship I will always adore .The friendship has grown over years into a strong bond and I hope it grows in the coming years as well. I remember - lot of conversations which we used to have over a cup of coffee, the happy moments which we shared together (though there are very few), the long rides and the silly fights (these are the recent additions). When I got up this morning and looked at my phone - I saw two late night missed calls and a "Whatsapp" message and it gave me a sense of belongingness. I was happy that somehow may be this friend of mine remembers this date and we would talk about it . We spoke multiple times since morning but no mention of the date. Understood now - how important it is to remember some dates to make people feel special. I am going to at least try remembering the dates from now because I do get it how it feels when people forget to wish you on certain special days of yours.

Life teaches you all the time, every moment - I know this and I also realized that "Dates" are really not just numbers...it means much much more at times!

Great Thought

Together/Apart

Hyd - 2013

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

 

 ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Anew

Taken @ Jammu - 18th November, 2013

Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Something blue.

 

And a fresh Beginning!  :) :)