What is possibly the best form of Meditation?

Healing is required from the wounds. It's natural to overthink as long as samsara exists. Attachment is as real as suffering. This is a fact. The wound of attachment causes suffering in me, you, and us. The desire of pleasure, the hope to continue with a particular feeling or passion is quite natural. The unbound desire to accumulate health, wealth, honour, or knowledge makes one strive to gain more and more. The appearance of life is what if not more than a "will to live" (Arthur Schopenhauer)? The constant struggle of existence is known as life in Darwinian sense. In an ecology of struggle, peaceful co-existence is desired. Buddhist scholars emphasize to adopt Samatha and Vipasyana "to stop" and "reflect upon" the restlessness. As long as, there is a life, the struggle, the strife, will continue.

Ashtavakra proclaimed in his Gita that each one of us is the "pure consciousness", who doesn't require any meditation or any effort to be quite, calm, and free. Our nature is free. It is the conditioning of our mind, which makes us what we appear to be. Our identity is a given one. Our vocation is an amusement in which we are involved. Our relationship is merely a utilitarian. In such a condition, realisation of self doesn't require any further schooling or conditioning. Only an unconditioned mind can maintain a distance from success and failure or pleasure amd pain (Krishnamurti). Un-conditioning is the real education. Rest are merely a set of disciplinary exercises to mould one's thoughts and deeds as per a fixed or dead pattern. In that sense, a real mediation is all about "passive awareness" about the life, its suffering, and bondage. Perhaps, this understanding can make one realise the value of equanimity what Krishna expounded in Bhagvat Gita. All the blames and praises are the part of samsara. The radiant light is unperturbed and unaffected. There is no experiencer, no experience, and no experiencing. Only a "passive witness" is watching the playfulness of illusionary samsara (Maya), which appears and disappears, which vibrates around and withers away with a promise to return again and again. This is what Upanishads expressed in the beginning of human civilization.

Comments

Meeting Justice Rohinton Nariman in a Sunday Morning

Aristotle once wrote in his Nicomachean Ethics that there are four significant virtues for human beings, namely Prudence, Temperance, Justice, and Courage. There are a few judges who have courage and sense of justice, both. Hon'ble Mr. Justice Rohinton Nariman has been truly an exemplar judge and erudite historian, theologian and philologist, a great scholar of music as well as a courageous and meticulous jurist of our country. He did his Master of Laws from Harvard Law School in 1980-81 and taught by one of the finest jurists of the last century, Roberto Unger. He became Senior Advocate in 1993 in the age of 37 and also served as Solicitor General of India in 2011 before he was elevated as a judge of the Supreme Court of India in 2014. He delivered many landmark judgments, including Shreya Singhal v. Union of India. There are a few people with whom time moves too fast, but to count that experience takes ages. Justice Rohinton Nariman is one of those great jurists with whom a meet...

Feminine Mystery

Portrait Courtesy: Shraddha One day when 'I' die All would born as free life The long struggle to be Would turn out to be a mirage Whose mystery is long known But forgotten Every concern or engagement Is an escape to forget The first germ of life; its completeness Shackles are nowhere But imagined as real One day that image would disappear And a blank sheet would represent The Being and Nothingness My mother my light Has merged into the shadow To witness the geist Glittering in every particle All around ether One day when I laugh On the seriousness of playfulness And let the things flow Without any expectation or resistance The day would be a new dawn To the spirit of wholeness And unity of phenomenon Fragmented in an age of reason And anarchus egoism of individuals One day the expression of collective Would loose its relevance When man would realise The silent spirit And its feminine mys...

पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का

पढ़ता हूँ हर एक दिन एक ही पन्ना, हर दिन हज़ार ये मालूम पड़ते हैं। जबसे होश संभाला है एक ही पन्ना सवांरते आया हूँ, लोग इसे ज़िन्दगी कहते हैं। इसपे लिखे हर एक लब्ज़ जो मेरे मालूम पड़ते हैं, ना जाने कितने जुबां पे चढ़े होंगे। आज हम भी कुछ पल के लिए ही सही इसके सारथी हैं, जाने से पहले कुछ रंग मेरा भी इसपे चढ़ जाए, बस इसीलिए एक ही पन्ना बार बार पलटता रहता हूँ। हर कोई अनजाने किताब की तलाश में बाहर निकलता है, जिसका हर एक पन्ना वो ख़ुद है। जब ख़ुद के रंग को समझ ही ना पाया, तो भला इंद्रधनुषी किताब के क्या मायने हैं? अस्तित्व में ना जाने कितने पन्ने बिखरे पड़े हैं, बस एक से ही अवगत हो जाऊँ, उसके हर एक शब्द को चुनता जाऊँ, कुछ पल के लिये सही, पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का।

BEING AND BECOMING

Search This Blog