“Sleep baby sleep
And dream baby dream
For soon you will awaken in the sunlight
Grow baby grow
And know baby know
That you are ever bathing in the One Light…”
Where is it written that my life began anywhere? Was it in the softness of my mother’s womb? Was it in the hospital where I slid reluctantly into a hard world? Did my beginning happen when I began to shape thoughts and ideas in my mind? Did I begin when I realized I wanted something different from what my parents struggled and sacrificed for?
Did my beginning happen when I cried out to the Maker of life “Where do I belong?” Did it begin when an answer came in the heart of a man who felt like my other half? Was I born in that love that we shared? Or did my real beginning occur when he left this world and flew beyond the realm of my five senses. Did a new existence begin in that struggle to fly with a broken wing? Was I born in the reflection I saw when my tears fell uncontrollably to the ground? Perhaps my life evolved out of those tears and transformed itself into songs and poetry. Perhaps it was in hope itself that I sprang into existence.
I meditate on this question for years. More and more a garden blooms in and around me. I accept the continuing journey. I no longer define myself by anything outside of myself. Everything is always changing and becoming, breaking down and becoming again and again. More and more the fear of the unknown dissipates and is replaced by a feeling that there is an umbilical chord beyond the one that fed me in a womb of flesh. This chord stretches beyond beginning and end. There are no words or pictures to describe this feeling of timelessness. My mind is sometimes like a child who cowers helplessly behind old beliefs and other times exuberant with arms raised ready to be lifted to a higher state of being. Where all things are One, how can there be a beginning? Where all things are one, how can there be an end?
And dream baby dream
For soon you will awaken in the sunlight
Grow baby grow
And know baby know
That you are ever bathing in the One Light…”
Where is it written that my life began anywhere? Was it in the softness of my mother’s womb? Was it in the hospital where I slid reluctantly into a hard world? Did my beginning happen when I began to shape thoughts and ideas in my mind? Did I begin when I realized I wanted something different from what my parents struggled and sacrificed for?
Did my beginning happen when I cried out to the Maker of life “Where do I belong?” Did it begin when an answer came in the heart of a man who felt like my other half? Was I born in that love that we shared? Or did my real beginning occur when he left this world and flew beyond the realm of my five senses. Did a new existence begin in that struggle to fly with a broken wing? Was I born in the reflection I saw when my tears fell uncontrollably to the ground? Perhaps my life evolved out of those tears and transformed itself into songs and poetry. Perhaps it was in hope itself that I sprang into existence.
I meditate on this question for years. More and more a garden blooms in and around me. I accept the continuing journey. I no longer define myself by anything outside of myself. Everything is always changing and becoming, breaking down and becoming again and again. More and more the fear of the unknown dissipates and is replaced by a feeling that there is an umbilical chord beyond the one that fed me in a womb of flesh. This chord stretches beyond beginning and end. There are no words or pictures to describe this feeling of timelessness. My mind is sometimes like a child who cowers helplessly behind old beliefs and other times exuberant with arms raised ready to be lifted to a higher state of being. Where all things are One, how can there be a beginning? Where all things are one, how can there be an end?
“…Yes everything inside of us
reveals itself one day
And by asking we receive the Truth
And then it comes our way…
Oh laugh baby laugh
And cry baby cry
For the world is but a grand stage
That we borrow…”
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PhotoArt: "Wheel of Timelessness"
Lyrics: "Soon You will Awaken"
7 comments:
hi
I really liked it..just everything you write..its good to read and i actually like the way u describe things in your complicated n philosophical ways..a bit poetical..mystical..what else...enough......yet it makes sense to someone like me...i mean its great...u know what..hey you must be knowing that..ganga is actually one of the biggest rivers in india....and its the holiest and the most sacred...and considered very pure...and you also quoted kabir somewhere....u seem to be inspired by this place..india i mean...right? That really is a great thing that at least someone ..who is not indian(i think)..is realizing the good things this place has to offer when the whole of indians are just busy aping the west....thinking themselves to be cool in their own silly ways...forgetting their own very culture....that hurts....i mean i am also included in that....i am not a saint!!but still.....hey thats great writing neways....and women empowerment..yes....thats really good....now i'll keep coming for a peek on your blog....say i m welcome...bbyeee....
hi ganga..
hope you are good..oh yess..thats just good that you came over to my place(my blog..)..haha...keep coming....yess..i really agree when you say that we all can learn just so much from each other.... right right...have you ever come to india?..ok and you seem to be inspired a lot by Tulshi Sen....i think i'll also have to read his book then.....I think you also must have read The Alchemist..thats a good book ....i loved that.....hey another thing..where do you get all these pictured you put up in your blog....they all seem interesting...but i dont really have a very creative eye..and i cant decipher anything out of them......haha....i think i shud learn that from you...n whats your email..?write to me someday at
ashok.joshi@aol.in
Hi.....why dont you just write yarr anything.....what you write is far between......i like what you write..its cool..its nice...so do it!!..like i do..although most of mine is rubbish.....hey..is it??....oook anyways....yeah i am good now...fully back..and i am running!!!! Run forrest runnnnnn
We have so often heard that we must find ourself. What is this self we are supposed to find? And when does that self form, begin, end? No easy answers are there?
Hi Ganga! I'm finally sitting down to write a comment like I said I would...now, what to say? Why is it that I'm always lacking words to say at the moment?
Birth and death, that's the debate of the century with all this new biotechnology and the issue with ethics. Is a fetus considered a human being? Or is it the zygote (the result of fertilization when the sperm and egg meet?) Does it have a soul?
So eloquently written. I have often found myself asking the same types of questions... and I ultimately come to conclusion that I have always existed. Weird right? Or not. I feel like we're part of this big whole of light...this One of Light and since it's been around always then I've been aroudn always...
Hi Ganga - here's a link that I know you will like - a new talk from Tulshi Sen called Does Pain and Fear Burry You or Inspire You?
http://omniluxcommunications.com/ancient_secrets_of_success_newsletters_&_events.htm
Enjoy - Love,
Aruna
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