Creativity of a person
"Would time ever wait for me? Would it but look back once at me again after it flies away?"
Who was it, who could conquer the time, could win over it! Or was it not possible? Questions as such did move in and out of his mind. It was quite uneasy for him, to see his world drifting; things getting apart.
How could he forget it all; how could he redo what was the wrong, only if he could correct the errors. Thinking of all that, he thought this as well that once time flies by, it shouldn't be asked to come back again. It is not that, there was a kind of unique wave in that time that was, which is different from now. It's just that we have seen life better, more closely; in through those experiences which occurred in our past. Things are to be tried for and not let to be as they are themselves coming. "There needs to be a passage in our thinking, that makes us hold certain belief in ourselves." That whatever happens to life, however it may turn out to be, good or bad; good experiences or bad, we are moving towards our creation. The creation of our soul, that goes on as we live. In through various phases of life, moves this soul. A blend, a mixture of emotions and feelings intertwined. It's through this passage of our walk that we ascertain right or wrong, get to decide for ourselves. Walk the roads and get the strength to keep moving amidst all heartbreaks and surprises in life.
A person is learned, when? When that person does actually accept the situations, the world as it is in its existence. For how long can one be living in the existence of the unknown, drawn alone to walk sans people. To know the people, one needs to maintain relations, and this is in no way being selfish; that we are merely maintaining relations to understand people. To live life is to keep on a constant check at the flourishing world. What is happening in the society, because in the end, that's what bothers our well being too. When we meet people, we tend to be jolly, and at peace by letting them know what we go through; given they are our close friends. Our heart and soul is at ease then.
There was a seer sitting under the tree, umbrella over his head; in the sunny day, whilst a young boy sitting behind him, who was also a cobbler asked him a question. "Babaji, what are we doing in this world?"
The man in orange clothes looked at him and answered in this way. "This world is moving, we are mere travellers. We all like to travel, isn't it? Be it our tryst to visit different countries; know different cultures or simply to go from our home to our office. We are those strangers to this strange world where we take birth and in through this journey keep on learning the art of living this life. To know the people around, how they are; to understand the rituals, religion, patronage etc. We make mistakes, say harsh words, experience life; and we grow older, we are referred to as learned men. It's this journey that we are on, to build our mind; observe and create ourselves, that it is called life. We are here to create ourselves and our presence affects this strange world also in one way or the other. We cause harm to other beings, to our environment, relations go through different stages. Experience is all I have to say, is the motto of this life. Live it."
In addition to what the seer had confessed, he composed few lines instantly; through his poetical aperture, thought process."Up above the dream that flies,
Deep within, the heart that sighs;
I lookest thee, as you look back at me;
Oh, how we create such a harmony.
Time you are such a healer,
You have touched every fear;
In your presence was I torn,
Along you am I made a stone.Still I know, to look aback;
Isn't easy to walk the same stack,
For what was a royal attention,
And what did sprout as a pretence.
I don't yet forget that phase,
The one of disarray so grave;
I am glad I am not a naive,
I have walked over it, that stage."
Time really gave enough to visualize and to live for. In the memories, a lot many wisdom enrich seeds were sown. To that stage when the heart sank to an ocean of sentimentality, in search of solace, whence of it appeared no trace; only bitterness and melting haze; within that fought with the person. The person was made to see the world as it is, in its reality. It is then, that person's identity is created; on how he understands and responds to the situations. Does that person, want to learn for good or just not accept the bitterness and harshness. Then is a time when the same person goes through it, an inward yet outward journey of life and steps in furtherance to understand the world a better way. Then peace accustoms in lineage and contentment. The stars in the sky can be appreciated again then, when the heart accepts all and moves with the time; the time, the present.
"Thy past be a bottle of emotions,
You drink of them, whenever heart blossoms;
Bringing you back to the world of strife.
Time you really are one of the great wonders."
Who was it, who could conquer the time, could win over it! Or was it not possible? Questions as such did move in and out of his mind. It was quite uneasy for him, to see his world drifting; things getting apart.
How could he forget it all; how could he redo what was the wrong, only if he could correct the errors. Thinking of all that, he thought this as well that once time flies by, it shouldn't be asked to come back again. It is not that, there was a kind of unique wave in that time that was, which is different from now. It's just that we have seen life better, more closely; in through those experiences which occurred in our past. Things are to be tried for and not let to be as they are themselves coming. "There needs to be a passage in our thinking, that makes us hold certain belief in ourselves." That whatever happens to life, however it may turn out to be, good or bad; good experiences or bad, we are moving towards our creation. The creation of our soul, that goes on as we live. In through various phases of life, moves this soul. A blend, a mixture of emotions and feelings intertwined. It's through this passage of our walk that we ascertain right or wrong, get to decide for ourselves. Walk the roads and get the strength to keep moving amidst all heartbreaks and surprises in life.
A person is learned, when? When that person does actually accept the situations, the world as it is in its existence. For how long can one be living in the existence of the unknown, drawn alone to walk sans people. To know the people, one needs to maintain relations, and this is in no way being selfish; that we are merely maintaining relations to understand people. To live life is to keep on a constant check at the flourishing world. What is happening in the society, because in the end, that's what bothers our well being too. When we meet people, we tend to be jolly, and at peace by letting them know what we go through; given they are our close friends. Our heart and soul is at ease then.
There was a seer sitting under the tree, umbrella over his head; in the sunny day, whilst a young boy sitting behind him, who was also a cobbler asked him a question. "Babaji, what are we doing in this world?"
The man in orange clothes looked at him and answered in this way. "This world is moving, we are mere travellers. We all like to travel, isn't it? Be it our tryst to visit different countries; know different cultures or simply to go from our home to our office. We are those strangers to this strange world where we take birth and in through this journey keep on learning the art of living this life. To know the people around, how they are; to understand the rituals, religion, patronage etc. We make mistakes, say harsh words, experience life; and we grow older, we are referred to as learned men. It's this journey that we are on, to build our mind; observe and create ourselves, that it is called life. We are here to create ourselves and our presence affects this strange world also in one way or the other. We cause harm to other beings, to our environment, relations go through different stages. Experience is all I have to say, is the motto of this life. Live it."
In addition to what the seer had confessed, he composed few lines instantly; through his poetical aperture, thought process."Up above the dream that flies,
Deep within, the heart that sighs;
I lookest thee, as you look back at me;
Oh, how we create such a harmony.
Time you are such a healer,
You have touched every fear;
In your presence was I torn,
Along you am I made a stone.Still I know, to look aback;
Isn't easy to walk the same stack,
For what was a royal attention,
And what did sprout as a pretence.
I don't yet forget that phase,
The one of disarray so grave;
I am glad I am not a naive,
I have walked over it, that stage."
Time really gave enough to visualize and to live for. In the memories, a lot many wisdom enrich seeds were sown. To that stage when the heart sank to an ocean of sentimentality, in search of solace, whence of it appeared no trace; only bitterness and melting haze; within that fought with the person. The person was made to see the world as it is, in its reality. It is then, that person's identity is created; on how he understands and responds to the situations. Does that person, want to learn for good or just not accept the bitterness and harshness. Then is a time when the same person goes through it, an inward yet outward journey of life and steps in furtherance to understand the world a better way. Then peace accustoms in lineage and contentment. The stars in the sky can be appreciated again then, when the heart accepts all and moves with the time; the time, the present.
"Thy past be a bottle of emotions,
You drink of them, whenever heart blossoms;
Bringing you back to the world of strife.
Time you really are one of the great wonders."
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