A dusty bus stop, the Goan flee market, smoky-weedy rock concert, local train passing by, often the eye meets a face, fresh and new, but somehow not unknown. And there you are transfixed in a state where your mind which was moments earlier stuck in myriad of plotting, planning, lamenting self-righteously or otherwise, does not know what to do next? So for at-least a few precious moment the incessant mental noise takes a halt and you just look, not crave or repulse, just look. Let be, Let look. Although the previous conditioning "Creep, don't stare at strangers" persists, a degree of carelessness helps, just look. With absolute reverence. For the sake of being frank and easy personification, more often than not, it is a her. So, just look at her. And soon the mind creeps over and destroys this 'concept-less' pondering, and puts labels and tags on the face. It finds the her pretty,wrinkled, suave, whatever and so arises an associated feeling/emotion of attraction, trust whatever, not important. Not giving these preconceived identities of thought and emotion too much attention and soon the mind gives up. It's bored and it wants something 'new' to characterise, but don't heed, just look.
I know her. I don't know her name, her personal history, likes-dislikes, where she is from or her personal nuances. Well in short, i don't know ABOUT her, but i know her. We are connected, this seemingly 'new' identity is connected to me. This is not a thought or a concept, which requires to be 'figured out' and carries the burden of duality. Best I can describe it as insight or knowledge. Connected very deeply. The mind asks 'How could this be?'. Some explanations offered are: acquaintance from the past or may be if you are born with Hindu conditioning, a mother, sister or wife from the past life or just 'Com'on mate get on with life'? Again just let the mind play it's versions of 'what might be', not get lost in them and soon like a disloyal friend, it escapes from you. Deserts you into a state of pure consciousness of complete connectedness. There is a flow of something , continuous and pristine. Although the bodies and minds are distantly disconnected, at another dimension there is a melodic continuum.
Worries about building a 'career' and 'identity' for the future soon kicks in and life goes on.
P.S. Well for the sake of personification and making it more appealing to another human mind this mind has used a 'her'. Often with nature and once with a sleeping cat too. You would be wrong to think that it happens only with marijuana in bloodstream.
I know her. I don't know her name, her personal history, likes-dislikes, where she is from or her personal nuances. Well in short, i don't know ABOUT her, but i know her. We are connected, this seemingly 'new' identity is connected to me. This is not a thought or a concept, which requires to be 'figured out' and carries the burden of duality. Best I can describe it as insight or knowledge. Connected very deeply. The mind asks 'How could this be?'. Some explanations offered are: acquaintance from the past or may be if you are born with Hindu conditioning, a mother, sister or wife from the past life or just 'Com'on mate get on with life'? Again just let the mind play it's versions of 'what might be', not get lost in them and soon like a disloyal friend, it escapes from you. Deserts you into a state of pure consciousness of complete connectedness. There is a flow of something , continuous and pristine. Although the bodies and minds are distantly disconnected, at another dimension there is a melodic continuum.
Worries about building a 'career' and 'identity' for the future soon kicks in and life goes on.
P.S. Well for the sake of personification and making it more appealing to another human mind this mind has used a 'her'. Often with nature and once with a sleeping cat too. You would be wrong to think that it happens only with marijuana in bloodstream.
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