A beautiful day now and then

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.Rumi....

We are born of love; Love is our mother. Rumi

“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.” Rumi

“Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.” Rumi

“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.” Rumi

“Yesterday I was clever so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise so I am changing myslef.” Rumi

“It’s your road, and yours alone, others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.” Rumi

I have often wondered what would make a beautiful day.

Is it if you have riches?

Is it, if you have a good career?

Is it if you have a beautiful home?

   Is it, if you have beautiful relations? 

 Not having any of these, can create immense pressure on a person, undoubtedly, since all these, make a society. A person, if is, deprived of any of these, by the society or through the society, or by the play of sheer bad luck, can initiate a feeling which can be best described as hollowness within soul. However, it passes like everyone else in this world passes, we all come forward as a phase.

The most beautiful day would be however, a day when there is no such thoughts which can kill a person but, a day when you can just breathe and feel no pain all over and within yourself.

For this thought process to arise, we have to know one thing for sure.

We have lived each moment, as they had to be lived.

We have been a constant source of outflow and inflow of energy, not judging if the flow is towards us or away from us.We have lived as and when, there was a requirement to live.

We cannot often do big things, we cannot often know if we are being defeated or being victorious since, in the long run, it does not matter, but just to stand and be a part of everything that the people, world and humans throw towards us, is all we can do, we can choose to do. Not resisting anything but contributing to it with your own thoughts as the event, proceeds towards its own death or birth, is all we can choose to do.

If you wonder, a little more, the first primitive thoughts of victory and failure might have been established from one and the same event. That one event which could have led to the introduction of two such enormous words, which have shaped human lives, civilisations, cities, rulers, in fact, the whole world.

However, a point to note in this is, both the words are just a myth in this flow of life. They might serve as anchors but when you stop at these anchors taking them as true, leaving the water forgetting its existence, it is then that these words take a dangerous shape and form. They can make the person forget that we are all channels of energy, and each must play its better part and ignore the worser part.

When we are 80 years of age, does it matter what we achieve in life?

Most of the time, if we are left alone or struggling with our weary bodies, often at the mercy of others, in those times, I often wonder if it matters as to who we are or what we have achieved over the years. 

 What would matter is, all the callings of the real weak and the needy, which we have not heard, all the time when we ignored our souls callings .

 All those moments when we knew we could have stood for love, but we have not and chosen otherwise. All those moments when we have not resisted the trouble makers in our little ways. It is these times that we mostly remember in the end since mostly the kinetic energy has taken a potential form. Most of the potential energy we have not been able to get in touch with, all throughout our lives, we have often kept our kinetic energy in motion.

All those people whom we put in difficult situations, all those innocent people whom we denied a true status in search of our powers.

We remember everything of these kinds in the end, and as the end draws near we forget more and more of the wonders we have done and crave for peace, we crave to know why we did not help a good person come out of mess, often solving our errands with some excuses, but sometimes even excuses are not sufficient even to ourselves in those times. Mostly people are miserable from these falsifications which they have observed all their lives.

It is in those times that we often, feel low, tired and lonesome, the thoughts within us, make us lonely. It is a nice feeling then to perhaps have as much required and not to feel all these things, to be able to live in peace with the little of lives, not carrying the burden of all those people who failed us or whom we failed to love.