Friday, April 10, 2009

Pure Unconditionality

The Pure Un-conditionality
There has been lots of literature on un-conditional love and un-conditional service. Yet, most of us hardly experience or express such way of being. It looks as if everything needs to be somehow related to – “What is there for me?” This is acknowledged by many leadership and social theories. It appears to many that if this aspect is not catered to, things do not generally work.
But, there is a strange fulfillment involved in being unconditional. When we do something without any agenda of getting anything back, it helps us to express our real self. For nothing in nature is for itself. Rivers don’t drink their own water. Sun does not give heat to itself.
When a painter paints a work of art, she does not think about what she gets in return. The ecstasy she derives by seeing the colors mingle together to give that right shade she needs is beyond words.
When we do our best work in the office, do that extra bit to really make an impact, we are not actually motivated by the salary we would get at the end of the month. It is something else that keeps us going – that inner desire of the real self to make an impact – to serve – to leave a legacy. It feels good that we did a good work. We played our role to the fullest.
Yes, the recognition, fortune and success that follows from a work well done, are always there. They definitely make us happy. But they are just outcome of the endeavors done in the past.
It is easy for us to relate to the fact that any work of art is done out of the pure feeling of unconditional love and passion. The poets words, the writer’s prose, the painter’s painting, the singer’s composition – never appears that the best of their forms would ever have been created for any material benefit out of them. Most of these divine forms of expressions bud out from a spark of un-conditional love of the real self.
But, then when we start relating to something related to business, or science and technology, we tend to equate everything to material aspect. But, if you see the most prolific inventors, and the biggest genius mankind ever saw in these areas, the same pattern re-surfaces. These great men and women, had tried to express their passion for certain aspects of their work and life, totally un-conditionally.
Every un-conditional gesture of empathy, compassion, and understanding, binds us with a strong bond of humanity. It helps us to break free from the constraints of mortality and mediocrity and raises ourselves to the infinite open space of the divinity.
The moment we start equating every thing to - “what is it for me” , things become really superficial and boring. There need to be a factor of being “underserved”, which if inculcated in our being, makes things magical!
Did we really deserved being born were we did, and the wonderful upbringing we enjoyed? Did we really deserve inheriting this wonderful planet of ours? Did we really deserve the peace and prosperity of the country we inherited? Do we really deserve the perfect human living equilibrium of the ecosystem that exists in this planet, in the center otherwise hostile outer space?
If we go for a little introspection, we would realize that the most important, and dear aspects of our lives are not earned by us in silos. They just happened by themselves, by the intervention of something out of our comprehension. Did we even think of repaying that Field? Or do we have any idea how can we ever think of repaying that bigger force?
If our existence is itself the result of that unconditional coincidence, we might have a good ground to forgo our urge of “what is there for me”. It might be that just by being un-conditional we are paying the rent for our existence and our happiness in this life!
It might make sense being unconditional in our life. It certainly adds meaning to our existence.
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Friday, February 6, 2009

I can feel you . . .right now...right here..

I can feel you..right now..right here..

With my eyes closed, 
and you whispering the song in my ears.
i feel like my heart like a misty breexe flowing out, 
and mingling with the harmony of your voice. 
Either the beat, with the notes, the soul of mine,
is dancing embracing you within me...
The pristine voice, like that clear soft, ringing of bell in the church...
or the sound of the flowing water, yes it is that soft touch of thine,
which caresses my heart...yes it is the harbinger of the mortal being of mine
to that formless world of the soul. 

For I have found you..
I can feel you..right now..right here..

Why do they go to temple 
I smile..

you are just with me...right now....
feeling you you into my ears, within me..touching my soul.
I am wide awake in intoxication of your gentleness...of your care...of your holiness..
That soothing voice into my ears touching each atoms within...
I have been baptized with the holy blessing of your voice - of your being - of your spirit.

Yes, I can feel you today..right now..right here

I have rejuvenated that bond...that connection...
which was always there...
The divinity of your presence...the tingling of your voice, the harmony of your music..
sways my soul in the swing, caressed by the soft breeze of your presence through your voice...
Yes I can feel right now, your presence..

Why do they go to the temple
i smile...

Grateful am I for being the chosen one being showered your affection.
For giving me the token of your presence that I shall I carry in the entire journey of my soul..

For the soul knows the soul.
Long had we known each other...
It was jut matter of some years which alit upon me that realization..
I can feel you...right now...right here...

Again I think - are you different from me?
Or is there any you...or you are me and I am you...
Yes, I know now that there is no you and there is no I
It cant be

I - my soul, and you - your soul..are not two...but one...
They are the same..they are spread within each other...they are like those water color
totally mingling with each other...homogeneously...seamlessly....naturally...

There is this elegance..this spontaneity, this pristine form of being...
I can feel you..right now...right here...

Why do they go to temple..
I smile !!
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