Non-Sense

You don’t understand, for you cannot see

The world beyond the ordinary 

Of fairies, of pixies, of devas in trees

Of the deep jungles that hold the mysteries 

Of the crystal fountains that give breath and life 

You don’t understand, for you cannot hear 

The HAM of the universe 

Of shiv, of parvati 

Of the heart beating and pulsating 

As they dance to the rhythm of the songs beyond 

You don’t understand, for you cannot feel 

The winds speaking as they touch your body

The vibration of life making its way thru every fabric of creation 

Yet you breathe, ye know not what 

You don’t understand, for you cannot smell 

The sweet fragrance of her blessings 

His omnipotent Presence 

In each flower that beholds His unique imprint 

You don’t understand, and you never will 

Until you close your eyes and mind 

And open your heart to that what lies 

Beyond this world of struggle and strife 

There in the midst of the field of chaos

Magick awaits; some call it theos 

You wear your straight jacket, and ease it’s crease 

And ignore the wave of the sweet breeze 

You call me crazy, strange at best 

As I sit down and want to rest 

Lost in the world of imagination 

Of magick and of creation 

Of fairies and pixies and those little playful elves 

Silence

My body needs to rest

My soul needs to heal

To step away from the humdrum

Into a quiet retreat

Get some quiet, they say

Some get their peace there

Some feel haunted 

Like the walls are closing in 

I want some quiet too

To be alone with myself 

The sounds of the woods

The silence of the trees

The silence of the ocean

My soul feels beckoned to lie in

I need the silence of the underwater

Not the silence of loneliness

Not all silence is golden

There is a taste to the quiet

Some silence brings joy

Some pain

 

Out comes the grief, sadness, and shame

Memories, dreams, everything insane

Then comes a moment of zero thought

From there I can, begin again

In Silence

In silence I stand 

With my head bowed

To receive your blessings 

To note your orders 

And to offer myself in forgiveness 

In silence I walk 

Following your will

With my heart open 

To your grace 

With no questions of where to this path will lead 

In silence I think

Of you 

And of your love - omnipresent 

Your face giving life to every cell in my being 

And I feel you within me

In silence I breathe 

My breath - your breath 

As I merge into you

And become nothing, and everything

All at once 

In Silence I seek you,

and find you...

For real things are only given and received - 

In silence 

The Unproductive Peace

Hapiness, by most world statistics, appears to be a combination of peace, love (family and friends), natural space which in turn translates to physical fitness and better health. While most of the references are directly to inner peace, I'm more and more intrigued by why the burden for peace lies solely not only with, but within the individual. 

Why should one not demand for external peace and quiet? Is there some corelation between the noise and stress, and the thriving within chaos as a style of productivity that doesn't allow for silence as a common practice? And lastly, as a people, are Indians uncomfortable with, or worse, afraid of silence?

I'm going to tackle this backward. A community, proud of its rich traditions and family life, has it's foundations sown in the heart of the joint family. Whether tradition, or a modern day reality arising from financial restrictions, the happy every day table sit down dinners, and the doing-everything-together mentality still exists within today's people. Lending itself, to what I believe, is an individual who may be independent thinking, but is innately co dependent on people for everyday activities and living. Whether it is sitting alone and reading in a cafe, or shopping alone, or simply sitting and staring,alone, in a public place. Looked up as lonely and strange, possibly wierd and friendless, there is an instant distrust of peace and quiet this lone individual stands for. 

Taking this and putting it into a broader perspective, I've often wondered why people stuck in long lines of traffic keep honking? It's not simply impatience to get to the destination, for surely they don't believe that honking is a force that will propel the traffic line forward. I truly doubt that they think the cars up ahead are not moving at the first possible chance to inch ahead. Is the impatience displayed here, and in so many other every day situations, a discomfort with stillness, peace - with silence? 

While the mind races with a million thoughts, the tounge connected with the mind in some way, works very hard to catch up. Just like the urge to pointless honk, we have an incessant need to chatter. Put together all the chatter, the impatient honking, the loud music - and there it is, cacophony and chaos. 

We simply thrive in chaos!  Apparently. Chaos creates the need for bringing about a state of stability, which by nature of the world we live in, is ephemeral. It also creates stress (not limited to a person), which in turn needs to be managed. Whenever there is a need for something to be managed, people come to the forefront to do so. Chaos creates competition, leaders, innovation, and possibly generates money. Stress drives people to achieve more, to act sooner and to respond faster. And my question is, does it really? Do we truly believe we thrive in this state of disharmony? 

Put it all together and it therefore seems unnatural and unrealistic to want some peace and silence. It seems to defy productivity. Maybe that's why developing nations don't allow you to demand this as a right, because it'll affect the stress, the drive, the ambition and eventually the economic growth, which is today the only way to figure wether a country and it's people will continue to survive. 

Happiness is another story. I found mine in the silent 30 min I took to write this. Momentarily, until the car behind me started to honk.