Learn to be in the present.
Withdraw your energy from the past. Don't waste your time in memories. What is gone is gone. Say goodbye to it and close the chapter.
What has not come yet has not come yet. Don't unnecessarily waste your time and energy in imagination, because no imagination is ever fulfilled. It is because of this that the proverb exists in every language: "Man proposes, and God disposes" because you imagine a certain thing in the future, and it is never so.
Withdrawing yourself from past and future, you will become a tremendously intense energy, focused in the present, concentrated in the present like an arrow.
Each moment being aware, alert, watchful, in the herenow, is the way not to miss the train. Every experience needs your presence here, this moment.
And this is a simple secret, but it opens the doors of existence, of all the mysteries, of all that is worth knowing, worth tasting, worth feeling, worth being.
Osho
"We look before and after And pine for what is not; Our sweetest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those That tell of saddest thought." -Shelley
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
The Sound of Silence
They were happy, enjoying
But they were actually lying
In their heart
They were all crying…
They were silent in their conversation
They were talking without speaking
They were hearing without listening
No one dared to disturb
The sound of silence.
But something was being lost
in the current silence…
That no ear can hear,
That no tongue can tell…
The loss of peace, that no one can spell.
They lived with the war of ideas
They fought without being hurt
They died without being killed
They made the world more disastrous than hell
But were unable to express
The torture of that inward hell.
From inside
They were all scared
They wrote songs
That voices never shared
They were in fear, they wanted relief
They spoke with tears-the silent language of grief
Still…no one spoke a word
Coz no one dared to disturb
The Sound of Silence…
Jyoti
But they were actually lying
In their heart
They were all crying…
They were silent in their conversation
They were talking without speaking
They were hearing without listening
No one dared to disturb
The sound of silence.
But something was being lost
in the current silence…
That no ear can hear,
That no tongue can tell…
The loss of peace, that no one can spell.
They lived with the war of ideas
They fought without being hurt
They died without being killed
They made the world more disastrous than hell
But were unable to express
The torture of that inward hell.
From inside
They were all scared
They wrote songs
That voices never shared
They were in fear, they wanted relief
They spoke with tears-the silent language of grief
Still…no one spoke a word
Coz no one dared to disturb
The Sound of Silence…
Jyoti
Saturday, December 29, 2007
THE GOD WALL...
When there is nobody to blame,
God is the only name;
When we pray,
God is prey;
When there is happiness,
We say god is here to bless;
Initially the house is small,
With one room, one kitchen and one God Wall;
We study hard,
God remains on the backwall to guard;
When there is competition,
We show religious ambition;
At time of interview we say “Bhagwaan please”,
And God says OK with ease;
Now the house is transformed to a Big Bungalow,
With guards standing out to bow;
Now there are giant walls,
With luxurious halls;
On walls are now big paintings,
Of Queen Elizabeth with Golden wings;
Now god is provided with a separate floor,
And is visited in a year or more;
What the family members can do,
They don’t even have time to go “loo”;
The whole day they are busy,
And at night they feel dizzy;
When there is loss,
They visit god but still with a pause;
And finally when there business suffers a downfall,
They again knelt down to the “GREAT GOD WALL”….
By Ankit Arora (My bro)
God is the only name;
When we pray,
God is prey;
When there is happiness,
We say god is here to bless;
Initially the house is small,
With one room, one kitchen and one God Wall;
We study hard,
God remains on the backwall to guard;
When there is competition,
We show religious ambition;
At time of interview we say “Bhagwaan please”,
And God says OK with ease;
Now the house is transformed to a Big Bungalow,
With guards standing out to bow;
Now there are giant walls,
With luxurious halls;
On walls are now big paintings,
Of Queen Elizabeth with Golden wings;
Now god is provided with a separate floor,
And is visited in a year or more;
What the family members can do,
They don’t even have time to go “loo”;
The whole day they are busy,
And at night they feel dizzy;
When there is loss,
They visit god but still with a pause;
And finally when there business suffers a downfall,
They again knelt down to the “GREAT GOD WALL”….
By Ankit Arora (My bro)
Friday, December 28, 2007
Tides...
Life is like
a sea...
Where we always experience
High and Low tides..
Sometimes
it seems as if
we could not get better..
And some other times
it seems that we couldn't get any worse....
a sea...
Where we always experience
High and Low tides..
Sometimes
it seems as if
we could not get better..
And some other times
it seems that we couldn't get any worse....
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