SwanSong

What is real? At the heart of each quest lies this most fundamental unquenchable thirst to know. Countless thinkers have trodden this sometimes beautiful and sometimes treacherous long path made up of a chain of thoughts. But thoughts often bring more thoughts and only rarely do they yield to give the mind a faint glimpse of reality. Remember, at the end of the day it's just an art of telling about things and not the things themselves.

There are only two ways of living: one with awareness and the other with memory. One is the path of liberation, and the other is the path of bondage. All knowledge is a glorified bundle of memory. It binds. Awareness is pure intelligence, a fundamental state of knowing. Put everything in the fire and know what is real.

Leading thoughts now converge on the idea that 'intelligence-transcendence' is science's next frontier. I'm not sure of that. But what I know is that 'consciousness' is the last frontier. 'The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.' - Heisenberg

It is most unfortunate that while many physicists are delving deeper into the study of 'consciousness' and the meaning of life, modern medicine has confined itself to dealing only with diseases, neglecting health and life itself. I look forward to the day when the true purpose and meaning of life, along with holistic health, become its focal point once again.

Words are for those who don't have eyes (or ears). Nature has created something very beautiful. Do not waste this moment trying to understand its design. Play with colors or shades of grey, if that is for you. But go, get soaked in its beauty, love... and bliss. Now!

Some things are better said in whispers, some in poems, some in silence, and all in love... If you can't say it, you sing it, and if you can't sing it, you dance it. Some say Radha, I sing Meera...and dance Buddha. Just enjoy!

The mind is a jungle of thoughts. One may, and typically does, get perpetually lost in it. However, sometimes the jungle is order and order is chaos. Discovering chaos is just one layer of understanding. Realizing it to be part of the grand design leads you home. In one stilled thought, wisdom finds its voice.

It feels as if there's never a thought truly novel. All that can be thought has already been thought. We are receiving, churning, regurgitating the same thoughts over and over again. 'All jokes are old...All comedy writers work by twisting old jokes to new purposes.' - Jokester