we don’t truly belong we only color the world on a canvass of emptiness with the music of our laughter, the pain of our tears, aspirations and high hopes. a dance of passing shadows yet our human ‘tour de force’.
Such is the paradox of life: we are the creators, and at the same
time, we are merely passing by. This helps us understand why the world sometimes
does not feel like our original home. We are gatherers of experiences, and
after we learn our lessons, we move on…
on the heights of laughter we build bridges between heaven and earth.
Laughter is the most copious expression of existence.
You can discuss and debate, but when all is done, you just want to tilt your head back and have a good laugh!
In the end, it is all a game. Here you are thinking you’re stuck between birth and death, and have something to accomplish, not realizing you are the WHOLE existence and there’s nowhere to go, and nothing to do.
On the heights of laughter, we forget about ourselves. On the heights of laughter, we are in the moment. On the heights of laughter, we bring heaven down.
I am the cosmic play Creator and created Dancer and its dance, Shiva and his Shakti caught in frenzied Lila the land as my bride grounding me my lover, the sky, embracing me my many faces, entertain and maintain a swirling trance.
According to Hindu philosophy, the entire universe is created on two fundamental forces: consciousness (Shiva) and Shakti (energy). Shiva is the formless, Shakti is the formed, Shiva is changelessness, Shakti is change.
Consciousness and energy, forever intertwined in the dance that makes our world appear and eternal life exist.
As human beings, we have the capacity to expand our individual consciousness to cosmic consciousness, and realize that we are both the creators of life, and the creation itself.
my life lays marks for me follow and has grandiose designs but I fall behind distracted by the butterflies!
There is a way to be serious about things in life, and yet always maintain a humorous and light-hearted attitude.
I realized that, no matter what
domain, or discipline, whenever people start taking themselves too seriously,
it doesn’t feel quite right.
Us, humans, face many things that are very painful and grave. But that’s when we need to apply some detachment. In the end, we all die. In the end, there is no death. Our ‘seriousness’ will not save the problem. However, a light-hearted attitude can make the solving of the problem easier… and maybe even more efficient. 🙏
we cry unsuspecting of our grandeur we crawl unaware we can fly we suffer ignorant of our power, forgetting we are undying and unbound.
The Buddha said that all suffering is due to man’s ignorance of his true nature. In our largest self, we are eternal consciousness, unlimited and undying. Not knowing this leaves us victims of a life that appears to work against us.
all man’s glorious stories written in ghost ink, dreaming of leaving his footprints on the warp of time. but would he know, he has been here before? before time was even born?
Our true existence is timeless and limitless, present only Now, without past or future, beginning or end. An enlightened person always lives in that space only, and has no concept of past time.
The human mind has difficulties apprehending such concepts, and creates false borders in which it can operate. We were not created or destroyed. ‘Creation’ doesn’t need a beginning or an end. That is a mind concept.
The butterfly is a powerful symbol for spiritual transformation.
Just as the caterpillar goes from crawling on the ground and eating leaves to becoming an exquisite flying insect feeding on sweet, nectar of flowers, so us, humans, evolve from basic ‘survival mode’ into an ever growing ‘divine reality’ feeding on nectar of the gods.
In between these stages, there is a long transformational sleep.
Often, when we go through a dark time, we feel we’re being destroyed, forgetting that maybe we are being prepared for the greatest flight of our lives.
We are not made to crawl, we are made to fly!
little butterfly, to his surprise, his long slumber gave rise to his wondrous flight.