Huge walls surrounding the prison of life.
Staring at them to break free for gleam light.
Scrubbing the old wounds to feel the new pain.
Searching the files and folders to find thee name.
Entangled in the conundrum of luxuries and miseries .
Bewildered in the array of emotions and mysteries.
Cleaning my mirror to clean my reflection.
Practicing more to attain the perfection.
Looking at the black clouds to shower the rain.
Waddling along the calf in the mud to share true nature again.
Flying high over the sea to find its end .
Closed thee eyes and let it swim along the winds .
Nothing is mine , not even thee body .
Using the cold chisel to sharpen my mind.
Dispersing the sequester serenity into the self.
Burning the gossamer web of thine in the fragrance of Buddha.
Illumination thyself with the difference of 'I' and 'I'.
One stands for the 'I'gnorance and the other doesn't include any 'I'. |
| SELF ILLUMINATION |
Silence Prevails,
Aditya Deadpan
The above note is basically written after I read the book "Man's Search For Meaning - by Viktor Frankl" . The Author ,a doctor by profession , in the book has penned down his experiences in a Nazi Concentration camp.
One of his experience in his own words :
" This young woman knew that she would die in the next few days. But when I talked to her she was cheerful in spite of this knowledge. "I am grateful that fate has hit me so hard," she told me. "In my former life I was spoiled and did not take spiritual accomplishments seriously." Pointing through the window of the hut, she said, "This tree here is the only friend I have in my loneliness." Through that window she could see just one branch of a chestnut tree, and on the branch were two blossoms. "I often talk to this tree," she said to me. I was startled and didn't quite know how to take her words. Was she delirious? Did she have occasional hallucinations? Anxiously I asked her if the tree replied. "Yes." What did it say to her? She answered, "It said to me, 'I am here — I am here — I am life, eternal life.' "
