The Monkey Mind

Blessed by introspection colored in anecdotes the memories coalesce  as I travel back in time... (PC:icanvas.com) The past  emerges as a temporal yet intensive replacement for the present. Recorded within my humble scribblings, they strive to impart justice to living memories alive in the ebb and flow of my naive heart. This flow spreads pervasively to the rest of my being, pulsating the identity I so carry. Rather than the teleological tendency of the rational mind, they convey those epiphanies colored in the spectrum of chaotic emotions witnessed by the light of my awareness. With subjective awareness of the myriad of imperfections never reaching the final conclusions, I am sure they are destined forever to be etched as vague musings. I realize this afresh with the solidarity of  me  that exists in the possibility of different dimensions. Nonetheless, I connect with those different versions of I , and we are never so sure that they shall remain as mere musings.   The present I wish,

" The price of wisdom is suffering " " Yet, when all is lost... even a part " you ", you define as yourself, hold on, be the steady rock enduring the wrathful storm, with a pure heart, a clear mind, and spirit free  letting go, distraction, abstraction, retraction holding in only  that which you truly need, then, you will rescue yourself,  then, you will soar to true freedom, then, the only question is when..." ...When we become  more  when we have  less  ..."  -the earth opens up to the heavens for mortals to ascend,"   once more                                                                                                                                                                                   (PC:  reflections25blog.wordpress.com) In, the u ncertainty that   represents life,   having less, the heart synchronizes with the mind, and the body strives with purposeful steps continuing that long march, under the sweltering sun during the

    Introspection ; my dear old friend graces me with her visits, unexpected yet pleasant. She always arrives bearing gifts, precious on her each visit, subsequent. And thus, she graciously extends her warm trust unto me, and I cannot help but kindly return it, likewise.                                                                                                                                                                                                              (PC: deviantart.com) The steady hands in the tickling clock hanging on the wall, turn dutifully half a dozen times…, yet indifferent we, we eagerly learn from each other, as equals. And so, her eclectic vision guides my thoughts, and my humble perception explores her depths. Knowing her, conversing with her mind; beautifully inquisitive unlike any other, I realized I changed naturally without that constant need that haunted my past self. Realizing it further… my heart beats “Life” Life, it never was, is, or

The Ideal Light "Like a moth drawn to the flame, we gravitate towards the light..."                                                                                              (PC:  https://www.pinterest.com/pin/436356651378415164/) Why do we do what we do ? Why do we admire beauty ? And in that sense what is beautiful ?   With light, we see the world, its richness witnessed by a spirit of naive wonder untainted by desires. Desires are natural to the majority of humans yet they envoke possessiveness which prevents the admirer to enjoy the moment. Thus, it is said "to desire is to suffer"  And suffering starts and continues when:  "We want what we can never have" and "even if we think we do, time disillusion us of our folly..." Besides the basics that cater to our survival, there are things that we need, to reaffirm our reason for existence. It is the instinct of living to evolve; to pass the legacy that we have inherited and that which we have a

Take a moment. Breathe Deep as long and deep as possible. Loosen your body. Slowly, let your breath go. By letting go, not only the tension of the entire day but an inner knot of lethargy is undone. Relaxation. It is the physical path of liberation. We give so much time to things, that have no inner connotation with ourselves, we forget our own needs. Work, Study, or even entertainment, there is a limit to how much we can be continuously engaged into. Take a break, let your mind refresh, it is the psyche path of liberation  As human beings, once upon a time, to define the natural forces of nature, we bestowed divinity to those forces. There were times when we could neither understand nor control the external forces which changed the life not only of our own but the entire community we are deeply related to. We gave them the names of gods, demons, and spirits. Fear, the primitive emotion of the caveman psyche led us to the pacification of those divinities with the sacrifice of life not

Life .  It is a Battlefield.  It starts with waking up early. Then, grudgingly take one step then another to the bathroom. *Splash* *Splash* smash your face with cold water. find yourself wide awake. let the water run inside your mouth, clear the stuffy nose, check your breath, return and make your bed. A sneak peeks at your cell phone. Check the time, check FB, then Insta, then check yourself out in the front camera. Put it back on the bedside. Take a couple of steps towards the mat. Then stretch your unwilling body, let the flow of body take its natural course, the rejuvenation starts.  After warm-up some yoga, it is tough, to maintain the positions, to take the next step, with legs, those small hands, still, you gotta do what you gotta do Never Give Up! Likewise, we struggle with each moment of our lives, from the tiny-whiny things to the bigger stuff. We are doing it not with a resignation of the inevitable but with hope deep down inside of us, that something will get better, even

  Sometimes, I think it's difficult for beautiful girls, people don't see past their looks... - Misfits" Beauty is considered the domain of women. In a patriarchal society such as ours, outward beauty in a woman becomes a curse rather than a blessing. The ego of men in such a society is inflated and when he is refused, there is an assault on women. There are numerous cases of acid attacks or rape cases ongoing in various corners of the country. Young women who are minors become the victims and when the perpetrator goes free unpunished, this encourages others of similar sick mentality to bring suffering to more innocent girls. It's really a shame when social justice is not upheld for the few and powerful. What good is the ideology that governing authority holds when it cannot punish the guilty and protect the victims? Authority and responsibility are two sides of a coin and if too much authority exists without responsibility, such becomes the disease that infects the en

Emily Holzer · Robert Schumann - Träumerei (dreaming)   " Grief. No words can define it or phrase the meaning. Only when an immeasurable loss shatters our mind, our 'self' submerges in the very depth of personal hell, then, we are one with grief. Memories of the past increasingly assault our vulnerable minds time and again, until something vital breaks inside of us. We lay there broken, submerged in the personal reality. Time is timeless. The world is colorless.  Food loses taste, dreams turn to nightmares, emotions become chaotic and everything worth counting on is worthless.  Nothing matters anymore. Only memories of past, they come and go as guest uninvited.  As rivulets of saltiness overflow from the very windows to the soul, we become numb, desensitized, until, we reach void, the complete silence. Little by little we start to understand what is important. We realize how lonely we are even in the midst of well-wishers, how mortal our body is, how short life can be..

(PC:  https://www.orfonline.org/expert-speak/how-nepal-has-tried-to-tackle-the-covid19-pandemic-66173/ )     In Nepal , as we are going through the second phase of lockdown, social work is indispensable more than ever. For individuals, families, and communities across the nation, there is a need for immediate assistance which the government has sadly been unable to be responsible for. What it could only do is keep people hostage in their own homes while the ruling government can centralize more authority and power in its grasp. Even though I am not a political animal, I could perceive the frustration evident in the minds of both apolitical and political communities. Also, the game of politics and the abuse of power has been ringing like a siren in social media platforms and major news channels. But, sadly it has fallen on the deaf ears. Therefore, it is a necessity for social organizations and social workers to step up and bridge the gap of the needy and more fortunate during these sad