Flying by the curled lamp post in the candyfloss world. Image from Pixabay.
Yes, it was the world of candyfloss. Pink softness everywhere. The sky was pink and you could touch and have a piece of it.
The cottony air filled your mind, making you smile. The pink trees and the pink flowers and everything else was so sweet that one had to smile.
In pleasure, I lurched and took myself in some direction. The path was quite visible because it wasn’t pink. Yes, the path wasn’t made of candyfloss.
So I walked and walked for some more time. I couldn’t think of anything, maybe it was the sweet air. Then I saw a beautiful lamp post, it was long and curled at the top, like a curled flower.
But the lamp post was also not made of candyfloss. Don’t know why. The path curved in left and then right direction. I would have kept walking but then I reached a circle and felt tired.
Luckily, there was a bench nearby and I decided to rest. The bench was cold and solid and oh it too wasn’t pink and candy-flossy. I found it strange.
In a few minutes, I lied down on the bench. The pink sky was full of fluffy pink clouds. It was so pretty. I took a bite first and then ate leisurely, playing with the sugary cloud.
A long time passed and then weird things occurred.
The clouds turned black and made angry sounds and it started to rain. In zero time I was soaked from top to bottom. And then it happened.
I simply rubbed my eyes and blinked and what I saw then was not the world of candyfloss. The pink, light, cotton world had just gone. I don’t know where!
A bicycle rudely passed me at that moment. Yeah, someone was riding it. I decided to hitch-hike and so I did.
All my way to someplace I kept thinking about the world of candyfloss. I still do, especially when I eat candyfloss. And also when I lie down, not to sleep but just like that.
Candyfloss cloudsin this world Image from Pixabay.
The world of candyfloss!
In this world I think three things are just like the world of candyfloss, one candyfloss, second clouds and the third is Time. I mean literally. Yes!
With a pen in your hand and a paper in front of you, draw, draw with your eyes closed. You will see a lot of things but there’ll be something that you will see and feel at the same time. Draw it out. Be free. Don’t restrict yourself by worrying about the outcome. Move your hand to picture what your mind shows you- a line, a circle, a wave, a square, a tree, a lightening, the universe.
You will know when to stop; you will know when to open your eyes.
Smiling? The picture might be funny or absurd or both, nevertheless, it is your own mind. Don’t raise any questions but do think. You’ll get to know something about yourself for sure. Something like that you might not be a good painter but your inner self is. And that the sun might rise and the moon may set, the truth will always be with your soul.
In the darkness full of little lights there glowed a sphere. It was marvellous and so bright. Different colours danced in it; blue and white, green and brown, pink and orange and red, along with a subtle sublime shine. Calm and beautiful! The sphere was hypnotising by nature. You could stare for endless time without getting tired. Energy vibrated through the sphere. Everything seemed to be quiet and motionless though the sphere was alive.
Blink!
What a terrifying site! Umpteenth arms that originated form the sphere were destroying the sphere. You couldn’t see much; the blazing golden colour that covered half of the sphere split the eyes and reached for the soul. There was sound too. A deafening, screeching, horrifying sound. It vibrated madly. It looked as if some part of the sphere tried to be all of it.
Johnny was sitting under a palm tree. That palm tree was swaying with the wind. From top to bottom it was swaying. It looked full of life. The green spiky leaves appeared to be like a chandelier. Johnny thought that the tree invited him to sit by it and so he agreed. He took a stick in his hand and started drawing something on the sand. Sun rays came through the spiky leaves and touched his drawing hand. He didn’t stop. He scribbled something then rubbed it. In few seconds his mind took him somewhere else but he still kept drawing. A soothing sound and the swaying palm tree brought him back. Johnny looked around, there was no one but the palm tree and the sand. Finally he got up and sauntered away. He took nothing but a thought with him and left nothing behind.
I make an appeal to all of you to be aware, to search for the truth and to realise it. I request you to know the purpose of your life, the reason that makes you ‘you’; to be knowledge thirsty so that you understand your place in the universe and the universe in you. To help others not with money but with heart; to be a better person. And especially to make your life larger than your fears of life.
I appeal that don’t participate in the blind race which makes you so busy that you forget to live. And busy in what? In earning money, building house, buying infinite things; a material world, a material life, a material you and a material death. What is the point of running a race that might leave you materially rich but spiritually hollow? That in the end if you ask for love you get a plastic hug?
First school, then college, then job, then marriage, then kids and then planning the same for the kids. All this with creativity…many holidays and many movies and many social activities and endless views about everything…a perfect planned life with an expected death. It is suffocating if you understand the monotonous method we have been following for living (with some exceptions of course).
I would like to share with you that in our one life we can either do all of the above things or we can rise to a higher self where life is full of happiness and death is blissful. So we can do a lot and die or we can feel the sublime and unite.
I appeal again to you that death is a reality, the greatest one. As soon as we grasp this idea our life changes into a beautiful journey till we meet our end. And hence, my request to you is not to burden your mind with any fear, with the concept of surviving and compromising because we all will meet the same end. The only difference will be that the one who knows himself and his life, will also know his death and the one who is too busy in something or the other will find death as an unfair shock. What a pity to end in such a muddled manner!
This appeal is to every human being irrespective of the man-made boundaries that has divided us so magnificently that we murder each other for guarding it. We get the dose of patriotism from childhood that by adulthood we become madly passionate about our country and foolishly ignorant about the Earth. It is nothing but a sad joke we are all part of.
Lastly, I hope we all realise that it is not about right or wrong, good or bad, you or me…it is much bigger. I hope we realise that we all are one and we will again become one…just like we were one before the Big Bang.
The green is greener and the blue is deep, I can see, I can see the truth. I can feel the vibration of the universe. The time is still for me, but I am watching it in action for all of you. The space is dark and quite, yet with the glittering circles it looks like a marvel. The golden thread runs everywhere, I can see it now. I am glowing with its touch. I am the third eye.
Haiku
I am joy running free/
freely flying, fluttering, soaring in a valley/
Of joy am running free.
Greetings!
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