the junk ...

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"Jarra, Jarra, Patta, Patta; ...naam usika jaane hai."

(Urdu)

 

Every creature, every leaf ...knows his name and his name alone.

 

 

....Yes, his name alone. God's name alone. God is it ...and every

creature, everything knows its name alone.

 

....Because, it is the very essence of everything. Because it is

Christ of every creature, ...and, because Christ and Krishna, Christ

and Kris are no ...different. Just different language ...different

name. Matri or mother ...ma or, mom. The meaning is same, the purpose

is same, ...the language is different, expression is different.

 

The form is a ...separation, an illusion, a temporary arrangement, an

impermanent manifestation. And, every form knows it. Every forms

knows its very essence and its apparent appearance. It knows its

reality, and its ...appearance. The effort and ...effortless. The

personality and the ...godliness. There is a very simple definition

of falsehood, personality, appearance ...maintaining it requires an

effort, it requires constant projection, ...constant maintenance. It

required a thinking mind. It requires thinking. The moment thinking

stops ...it ceases. The personality cease, the falsehood dies, the

godliness remains.

 

Because, the real is intrinsic, real is the base, real is

the ...nature, the very base nature. It requires no maintenance. And,

the longing stops only when the falsehood drops, when the form has

met its Christ, its Kris. When the bloated periphery drops and the

center, the Christ itself expands ...from the core to the surface.

 

This separation is the separation of the periphery from its center.

It is the pain of the effort of pulling away from the center, from

Kris, from Christ. The form tries to pull itself towards the apparent

other world, towards apparent secondary reality, towards glittering

gold, towards shinning ...Mercedes. It tries to break away from its

center, from its core and ...reach faster towards the gold, towards

the Mercedes. But, the center is still there ...and that's the pain,

the pain of getting away from the center. Some succeed in breaking

away from the center but in reality they only succeed in forgetting

it completely. They succeed in forgetting the center but with that

all the real beauty is forgotten too, all the real joy, real peace,

real happiness, real life is forgotten too. They create a life

of ...junk. Only junk outside, only junk ...inside. Junks by

different names outside and junks like insatiable greed, incurable

fear, everlasting pain, insane suffering inside. It is a very

painful existence. They have forgotten their core reality and make

many misguided and failing attempts to substitute it with its

apparent reality, ...with the glitter of the gold. But, the inside

remains as lacking as ever. Some try to forget it by working all the

time ...in one form or the other, some try to lose the self,

consciousness in drugs, drinks, anytime they are forced to be

alone, ...in a solitude. The center has not really died, it has only

been forgotten. And, now there is wound that hurts all the time, a

pain that never ceases, a wound full of puss with throbbing pain that

keeps hurting ...no matter the ointment of how many Mercedes you

apply. None of them reach the wound, the wound is within and the

Mercedes ointment can reach only the periphery, ....only without.

And, their only recourse is to forget the constant pain by being in

some noise as much as possible and then by losing consciousness in

drugs, alcohol rest of the time. Some go as far as committing

suicide to get rid of this pain, some others merely think about

suicide and prefer waiting for death instead...

 

 

Some are lucky and are still able to break only momentarily. And,

this momentary break, momentary separation reflects as the longing.

It is the pull of ...the center. The center is not really

lost ...just momentarily forgotten. And, the form has started missing

its essence again, its Christ again.

 

And, that is healthy thing. That is the built mechanism of the

organism to maintain its harmony, its symmetry, its inner beauty, its

essence.

 

Once the center reaches the surface, the longing goes away, the pain

goes away, the separation goes away. Meditation is an effort of

strengthening the center, the Christ, the peace ...the life. Longer

the separation, ...longer the effort needed. Once the center comes to

the surface ...all effort drops. Then, there is no separation from

the Christ. The very form is the Christ. The Kris.

 

....and, that's the pull of the longing. The periphery to the center,

the form to the Christ, the gap of the music notes, the silence of

the sound, between the sound, the peace underneath the noise ...the

center of the cyclone.