doubt
about two hours ago with a doubt if i had eaten dinner! oh no! i have to now adjust my meal and eat something substantial for breakfast. i tried feel hungry but no i am quite full. it took lot of recollection to remember that i cooked myself rather heavy dinner and finished it after 11pm. the reason i am not hungry.
then my mind shifted to the eulogy of me whose puppet i am. how wonderfully i have been kept! words even abuses becoming fragrant seoli chameli and falling on me. i am held under all flower umbrella held in position always ensuring i am not heart ever. i am provided a chariot of flower and carpet of flower too if i ever wish to walk. all this being done 24x7x365 by none other than the malik of my world!
my mind again shifted on focus to sita. sita too was carried by chariot of flower in the sky by ravana that rama could never provide instead for 14 years she suffered in jungle living on plants only and no spices no good bed no good clothes no good gossips! then ravana kept her in a place of no grief among many companions to talk to and never alone. even after a brief return to home of husband she was left even without any warning to forest live with an oldman valmiki to live through her pregnancy and thereafter. i asked myself why the name of her sons twin lava and kusha. i had to find out. all earthlings are born pure and must be touched by with purity that of earth, a grass kind known as darva. top is kusha bottom is lava. education only makes one what one is. they were schooled by valmiki himself ~ what lifelong enjoyment without sorrow.
my shifted back again to my doubt. what in my world i am sure of! I do not have to believe! That does not need verification witness or proofs or learning or teaching! what really is proof of itself.
long ago i accompanied my mother to a jeweller to buy ornament for my sister's marriage. she asked to know if the ornament is truly gold. the jweller took a gold bar certified 99.99% gold from swiss bank and rubbed it on a black stone. it made a glittering gold line. beside that line he made another line with the ornament. they appeared same in color and texture. QED.
i have no black stone to clear my doubt against a certified truth to clear my doubt. i am me alone and i must truth that i don't know. i trust none and no certificate. only my eyes and senses. no drug no witness no evidence no stone no place! what is truth here and now that is undoubtedly not fiction of mind or imagination! i am sure of and i don't really care any one is sure or not.
purity of this moment dispelling all my reflection prediction imaginatio verification comparison conclusion and doubt
then my mind shifted to the eulogy of me whose puppet i am. how wonderfully i have been kept! words even abuses becoming fragrant seoli chameli and falling on me. i am held under all flower umbrella held in position always ensuring i am not heart ever. i am provided a chariot of flower and carpet of flower too if i ever wish to walk. all this being done 24x7x365 by none other than the malik of my world!
my mind again shifted on focus to sita. sita too was carried by chariot of flower in the sky by ravana that rama could never provide instead for 14 years she suffered in jungle living on plants only and no spices no good bed no good clothes no good gossips! then ravana kept her in a place of no grief among many companions to talk to and never alone. even after a brief return to home of husband she was left even without any warning to forest live with an oldman valmiki to live through her pregnancy and thereafter. i asked myself why the name of her sons twin lava and kusha. i had to find out. all earthlings are born pure and must be touched by with purity that of earth, a grass kind known as darva. top is kusha bottom is lava. education only makes one what one is. they were schooled by valmiki himself ~ what lifelong enjoyment without sorrow.
my shifted back again to my doubt. what in my world i am sure of! I do not have to believe! That does not need verification witness or proofs or learning or teaching! what really is proof of itself.
long ago i accompanied my mother to a jeweller to buy ornament for my sister's marriage. she asked to know if the ornament is truly gold. the jweller took a gold bar certified 99.99% gold from swiss bank and rubbed it on a black stone. it made a glittering gold line. beside that line he made another line with the ornament. they appeared same in color and texture. QED.
i have no black stone to clear my doubt against a certified truth to clear my doubt. i am me alone and i must truth that i don't know. i trust none and no certificate. only my eyes and senses. no drug no witness no evidence no stone no place! what is truth here and now that is undoubtedly not fiction of mind or imagination! i am sure of and i don't really care any one is sure or not.
purity of this moment dispelling all my reflection prediction imaginatio verification comparison conclusion and doubt
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