On the Necessity for Two Minds

Two minds is what I need,
I asked of God indeed,
One to pine, wallow and wither,
The other to forget and live on.

If days and nights are an either or,
If joy and sorrow are two,
If togetherness and separation are not one,
One mind cannot be sufficient.

Transliteration in English of Poet’s Kannadasan famous song:

Irandu Manam Vendum
Iraivanidam Ketten
Ninaithu Vaada Ondru
Marandhu Vaazha Ondru

Iravum pagalum irandanaal ,
Inbam thunbam irandaanaal ,
Uravum pirivum irandaanaal,
Ullam ondru podhathe.

On Wiping your Slate Clean

We are born with a clean slate.
No knowledge of ourselves.
No memories.
No worldly things.
No clutter.
Nothing.

Well mostly…nothing.
According to the Hindu believes, we all go through multiple births and carry our karma forward. But, let us not get into that discussion. Let us save that discussion for another day and time.

Today, let us focus on how we are all born with a clean slate and the subsequent happenings.

After we are born, we are given an identity.
Girl. Boy. Name.
We are told “Here is your hand. Here is your legs. Here is Dada. Here is Amma.”
As we call out Ma or Da…everybody around us rejoices.

We start hoarding memories in the biochemicals in our brain.
Our dear ones around us tell us – “These are your clothes. These are your toys.”

We grow up and put more stuff in our brains…without any garbage cleaning ever.
We start hoarding fat around our bodies.
We don’t purge.

Then, worst of all, we start hoarding things.
Car. House. Stuff in our drawers.

I want you to pause here.
Seriously.
Pause.
Look around yourself.
Look at your house.
Look at your car.
Look at the pantry.
Look at the drawers.
Look at the cabinets.
Look inside yourself.

See the crap?
Do you see it?

We think it is ours.
Stuff..that we can’t take with us anywhere.
Let us assume….an earthquake hit us….a hurricane…can we take this stuff that lies all around us. Or, God forbid, death takes us.

The fancy furniture.
The fancy clothes.
The fancy bags.

Can we take all this stuff?
No. We can’t.

We might not even be able take to our most precious belonging….the people that we love.
We will have to leave everything behind when death overcomes us.

Ma. Dada. Our legs. Our hands.
Everything.

Fire will take us over. Or the Earth.

We will be consumed.
We will be returned to dust.
Star dust.
Where we all started.

I urge you to think about this.
Declutter the clutter.
Around you and inside you.
Wipe the slate clean.

On 2 People Fending

Just 2 people trying to do what humanity has done forever.

That is what YOU do too.

That is what WE all do.

We get up.
We go about.
To fend (for ourselves, offspring, near and dear ones).

That is the plain vanilla version of the story of our lives. Don’t believe anything else that anybody else tells you. Because, they are just trying to spice the story up.

We get up.
We go about.
To fend.

That is it.

Quite amazing. Isn’t it?

Who am I?

With my spiritual pursuit, over the last several decades, I am constantly asking myself questions like:
Who am I?
What is my purpose?

On the pragamtic dimension, here is the answer to the question for
“Who am I?”

I am possibly one of the best damn ******** there is.

I show up on time.
I carry precious cargo.
I speed when I have to in order to get my rides where they need to be.
I make interesting conversation along the way.

A driver.
A chaffuer.

That is who I am.

Who are you?

On Being Whole Again

“In every atom, there is a reflection of the whole.”
― Jay Woodman

Do we need to have seen darkness….to appreciate light?
Do we need to have seen light….to understand darkness?

How does it go?

Do we need to have been broken…. to appreciate being whole?
Do we need to have been whole …to feel the pain of being broken?

Feeling broken.
Feeling whole.
Feeling together.

Have you been there?
Have you felt broken?
Have you felt whole?
Have you felt together?

What is whole?
What does that mean?
Who can we define being whole?
Should we define being “not whole” before beginning to define whole?

Is being whole a feeling?
Is it a state of being?
Is it a state of knowing?

Do we need our friends to feel whole?
Do we need our family to feel whole?
Do we need food to feel whole?

What is it?

What if we are already whole…just as we are?
Then, why do we need other things or other people to feel whole?

Do we need to feel whole to be happy?
If so, why?

I don’t think you or I can define, with words, the true meaning of feeling whole.
I think one has to feel it.

One has to be broken.
Only then, one can understand and appreciate the true beauty of feeling whole again.

I am feeling whole….again.
Are you?

“Sometimes I wonder if we ever truly let anyone completely in. The desire for another human being to know you, all of you, all the pieces, even the ones you’re ashamed of — is huge. But too often, we sit down and sort through the pieces only picking out the pretty ones, leaving the ugly ones behind, not realizing that choosing not to share with someone else is like committing a crime against our very soul”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Toxic

“How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole”
― C.G. Jung

“I am a broken person. And I know exactly where my cracks are and how deep they run. I don’t pretend to not be a broken person and therein lies the big difference. Because the truth is, we are all broken in places, but it is those who know exactly where and how they are broken, who also know exactly where and how they are whole! And we may not be whole in all places and in all ways, but we take whatever wholeness that we do have, and we make good of it. And we try hard to work on the broken parts, and we ask for help when we need it.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Through the absence of what we think we have to have we can discover our wholeness”
― Renae A.Sauter