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Silence and Revealing of Nature




Desire not to have desire is a circular trap in which many saintly being is caught. Each endeavour is bound to fail since happening of life is natural and human's desire is tilted to change the course of event by imposing the will. Will is a mythical concept whose conception only shows human's desire to control the natural phenomenon, which is unresistable and unpredictable. Human species has unbound irrationality hidden in its robe of reason and often humanly desire is guided by the dark matter of the mind, evolved from the emergence of life on Earth. The insatiability of desires makes one committed to go after ambitions. Its non-fulfilment only cause frustration and its realisation creates another chain of dissatisfaction. The circular path of life is play of desires and its non-fulfilment. Life is never meant to be filled by ambitions. Its play is as good as music whose goal is nowhere to reach. Every note is a destination, every move is a source of unlimited joys, every chord is an end in itself. Life, in this sense, is a meditation and awareness of non-self and knowledge of ignorance. Conventional truth which we carry in form of imagery created by society through education only instrumentalize the false perception and understanding. Every scientific endeavour is just a piece of dust in an oceanic universe of reality. Every critical gaze is just an art to carve out image of truth but truth slides away from it like sand from fist. The industry of truth can proliferate discourses and narratives, but in the end, they don’t even touch the circumference of it. All the cultures around the world are enemies of silence. Because, silence is terrifying. It reveals the non-existence of everything except time. It dissolves the mythical presence of being into non-being. And every culture abhors the death of ego, mystifies it through multiple narratives like heaven, hell, cycle of birth and death as well as reincarnation. Death is treated as the final truth of a living organism. But such a death is meaningless if dying person doesn’t have awareness about life. Life can reveal its emptiness in silence. When you are alone with no one, not even with your ideas, beliefs, expectations, desires, ambitions, and will, only then, the meaning of subject and object dissolves into nothingness. Nothingness is not a form of absurdity. It shows the drama of life, which can't be taken seriously. Its playfulness (lila) can be observed in lap of nature, when mind is neither murmuring for hope and expectation nor lost in the events of past. Such a mind can have access to truth and such knowledge results into nirvana, the witness consciousness (sakshi) remains as the sublime peace unperturbed by the cosmic drama of life.


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