11/23/2020

The colours we see are the colours that are rejected, reflected, spurned of the visible spectrum.
It means that all other colours of the VIBGYOR are the ones retained.
The plant is green because that is not required for the photosynthesis and It is the rejected colour.
Black is a colour that retains everything and White retains nothing.
This is Maya - the grand illusion.
The ‘mind’ loves what the ‘soul’ rejects.
This is cause of attachment and once this illusion is understood, self-knowledge reveals.

Whispers of a Wanderer.
11/16/2020

Trust Lost, Trust alone Last...
Mother is Truth, Father is Trust
Math is trust, it is the trust in ‘one and zero’;
Science is Trust, it is the trust in life through birth and death; of the body, the planets, the cosmos and all that’s ever created;
Engineering is Trust, it is the trust that makes planes fly and ships float, a trust that makes one walk the bridges of that connect;
Art & Music are Trust, Trust in the power of sound and movement that hears & heals the soul;
Food is Trust, in Bhiksha you trust the giver and the given;
Festival’s are Trust, trust in a practise and ritual of the past
that one could not comprehend, in the celebration of goodness, righteousness and wisdom of the glorious generations before us;
The EGO of the modern man makes him think that the past is redundant, past is retrograde,
Unable to trust his birth, parents, teachers, siblings, friends, society, country, the universe and its planetary influence,
his natural food, medicine, rituals and beliefs,
unable to trust his own self;
and the promise of the creation to sustain and provide for...
Bursting of cracker a day is sure to add to the woe of a manmade pollution that he so comfortably contributes to, the rest of the year;
The sound of Cracker removes inherent fear in a child, wakes up the one in slumber;
It makes one look to the sky in wonder and joy
Which otherwise we seldom do
For the one who fails to listen to the cry of a child when it is born,
Of a thunder when a lighting strikes,
Of the sound of the meteors and galaxies that’s whizz past,
Of an animal that cries for help when cut for food
Of a fruit, leaf or flower when plucked without their permission;
For, such a person is deaf and blind to
Every sound, every source of light, every gift of food, every sound of lullaby, every sound of silence...
Every Celebration is more beautiful when you know the purpose...
Including our birth...
Light a Lamp of Knowledge within this Deepavali.
Trust maybe Lost, but Trust alone will Last..