Monday, August 10, 2009
The Way We Are...
Dear M...Strange recollections...The way we were...Was it just last night or was it the night before that we were the way we were...!?
Its four minutes to midnight here...the dual-clock on my cell face displays two timezones: Local 23:56, London 19:26. Was I asleep last night? Did I even sleep at all? The Monsoons are really coming back to life...downpours, torrentials, light showers, drizzles and now...listen...the sound of rain-droplets hitting the corrugated-tin-sheets...like some tabla maestro unifying everyone in a room to one strain, one tone, one pulse, one vibe, one aura, one note, one tune. The droplets are now spaced out a bit..its every second now...these are the same droplets that were floating high above the valley today, like mercury coming together to form a silver ball...merging, shaping, fitting, maneuvering the surface with the least amount of resistance and finding its own niche, its own little corner, its own little nest of rest.
This morning the droplets that now drum the tin-roofs were clouds. Before that it was some kind of vapour, that naturally rose and gradually became the rain-clouds. Its now raining the chains and links of inter-connectedness...!
The way we were...there is not a gap, nor a hole...everything that was is still in motion. We call it 'infinite' and leave it to the realms of mathematics and physics...its nothing but the beautiful flow of life. Its the brilliance of that chain of a trillion moments, gestures, occasions, circumstances, events, accidents, coincidences that have been in play and keeps playing still.
We give it names and catalogue them according to our whims but what's there to catalog or to organogram? The glow of life and its many hues and colors just keep rain bowing and flowing...occasionally with a hurricane here and a tsunami there but everything is still perfect...
"Not a Note out of Tune and Not a Single Tone-Deaf Cell."
The way we are is still the way we were and will always be the way we were...When each wrinkle and a line; each teardrop down our cheeks reaffirms over and over again the same message with absolute clarity: Here we are and this is the way we were.
That story is telling us this very story in a billion different signs, symbols, gestures, amulets, talismans; over and over again...The city tells you that through its streets and shops and malls and movie halls. Nature tells you that by making the seasons go round and round yet without the slightest hint of repetition...The forests tells us that; the mountains stand testimony to that, the wind howls that very message and the rivers and the oceans tide over, wave, gush and splash that note...
Listen...the rain droplets are picking up pace, there's a sustained-yet-slowly-arising-tempo now drumming the tin-sheets. They too tell us the same thing...To love and to give; To give and to love unconditionally...Wholeheartedly...The rains are right now falling...And they are falling down holding nothing back.
How they refresh the earth and find themselves permeated with enough warmth to vapor and rise up again back in the skies becoming cauliflower-clouds that will bring about the same nurturing waters yet again...Without holding back...Without attachment...
The way we were is the way everything is in this life and that life; In that life and in this life. The story is still being storied and we are in the midst of it...If we understood the way we were then we'd know that even life and death are just a natural continuum; Raw Reality's Beauty is Overwhelming!
Just as the rains form on the earth and come back to refresh that very earth; So does everything else in this existence we call life...The oceans do not refuse anything...The mountains do not reject you; The forest do not harm you and the deserts do not bury you.
The way we were is the way we should be...Loving somebody, anybody, is precious...But to let that person 'Go'... 'Whole-Heartedly...' is true authentication. That is love and to remember to have had that opportunity to love and be loved in such a way; Now that is a 'perk!
Like when I get up tomorrow morning...And there's no guarantee I will...But if I did rise and saw another sun-drenched day with rain-clouded skies...Then I'm being given another extra 'day of bonus!'
Therein lies the truth without a lie; Giving us the inner-conviction that only a sense of appreciation and gratitude can give...Of confidence in the art and display of compassionate detachment.
This was not a piece I wrote...It was always there...The time is right and now see how it arises...! This was spun in motion relatives ago...You came and sparked it...Lit the flame and now the candles burn...And our collective and individual stories will story on...That is why we are the way we were and the way we always will be...