The Monkey Mind

  " I feel, so I am" Feelings ... They are part of us, as we are part of them. From birth, in the span of being, and till death, have we ever been apart from them? How can we call ourselves, us , if we do not feel and delve deeper into the aesthetics of nature whose essence spontaneously vibrates and freely heals? Or simply instills in us to feel the subjective abhorrence towards the man's diverse-infinite decadence and disease? And as we grow or shrink, we judge so, those feelings we so feel, to be either good or bad, associated with pleasure and pain, that which is permitted and that which is not.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                (PC:  Erebus MindSpaceApocalypse) Feelings... They are the colors that paint the canvas of

" Conviction is the aura of subjective truth, a man so willingly breathes..." Prayer is the foundation of faith. And it so exists, in the sincerity of a mortal's breath; long, deep, and contemplative. You may visualize life in its relentless pursuit of the fulfillment of never-ending drives; food that intermittently sates the hunger, sleep that quietly rests the fragile body, the applied knowledge that nails purpose in the fidgety mind, fiery sex that frees the spirit from its inherent mortal trapping for a while, more or less.  It is breath, and the process of breathing, in its steady depth, the prayer of mortal discovers consistency...that atheist sighs and yields willingly unto his faith of faithlessness. If you are wondering who that atheist is, obviously that ignoble person albeit hypocritical, is none other than me, the author of this ruminating writing Yes, an "Atheist".  and not a day goes by, that I do not pray .                                      

 Life. It is a journey and what a journey it is!  Tragic in its seriousness and funny in its triviality We search to discover meanings within, from truths we find outside, their nature unique  Either disappointed or jubilant, our mind lingers in differences This difference between inside and outside, of what was and what is, as such,   ... a continuous dialogue between ourselves flows; in between the soul and the body. In between truth and feelings, it envokes. As such the truths change but feeling remains  Without words; in the language of life and its silent undercurrents A harmonious rhythm propels us, our soul and body symbiotic, as we wade through the chaos of the world, together. What does the mind do ? It thinks as it should but it is the heart that talks. It is not the physical but that transcendental heart that houses the humane soul, from where kindness spring forth naturally  As naturally as the smile when we wake up full of hope for the coming day As naturally as the smile

The Monkey Mind Behind every successful " The Monkey Mind " man, there exists a stalwart woman; she may be his doting mother or his dearest wife or the supportive girlfriend, or any female or a team of females related to him by blood or by marriage or friendship, who wiser beyond her/their years looks after him as long as he could remember. Perhaps it is vice versa for some, but it is another story not for the author to tell. Well, "The Monkey Mind" is mentioned in the middle path i.e. Buddhism, "Such is the state of monkey mind defined by restlessness, confusion, and indecisiveness" The focus of such state of mind is on the uncontrollable aspect of the living, which is further elaborated with the quote; "no man with The Monkey Mind is controllable until he is married off or is in a sincere relationship". Then the creature is tamed, for better or for worse. After marriage or when engaged in a sincere relationship that ties the everlasting knot, &

  Intro One of my respected instructors informed me of an attitude in which normal everyday events may be perceived as quests. Be it simply an ordinary occasion or a thrilling one, through perceiving it as a quest, we see the world we constantly traverse through, for at the least once, differently, recognize its salient functions and be self-inspired to place plans into action. for example; waking up early, finish off the to-do lists, ta-da! a stealthy kiss good-bye to an irritated partner prior to hurrying to work, etc., etc. Quest; simply means the search for something which is meaningful, but quite tough for the present 'me' or 'us' to achieve. Yet this limitation only exists in our mind. With discipline, followed by consistent willpower, and herculean effort, that supposed difficulty can be chipped away if not in an hour or days or even weeks, then years if it is necessary to do so. "Improvise, Adapt and Overcome" With this in the mind, we put efforts into

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            (PC: Devian Art) A city unlike any other, vibrant with thousands of visitors, the air fragrant with the smell of their perfumes from all around the world. Each street I could identify with familiarity from just the faint aroma of its uniqueness, be it coffee, pastries, or any delicacies as I pass by Building from the late renaissance, carved with such visualization, as if they arise from their slumber as the first ray of the sun gently graces on the surface Streets still paved with the same rough texture as when horse cantered once with the jubilance of youth Drizzle now and then as the May flowers come alive with soft velvetiness feeling of drizzle in the morn Ah! those bright days... A cit