There is a time when the mind is just an empty slate. Each day, some activities and some problems would occupy the mind space, and the mind would struggle to solve them and again become clean. They are blissful times, without any much expectation from life.And whenever something surprisingly good happens, the heart acknowledges it with gratitude and humility.
Sometimes, the same mind has something written onto its surface, the slate exhibits a cobweb of lines that don't get erased quickly, and surprisingly enough, they give as much pleasure as pain. There seems to be no way out because the 'within and the without', both pose a threatening situation. And then the cobwebs of lines lose their original direction, get torn, and the torn bits stay long enough to produce great pain and unhappiness. When we are unaware of something, we are blissful,but knowledge of something and the joy associated with it, if unattainable, produces pain. Complete realization is possible only when we have experienced something to the fullest and have grown beyond it, to higher realms of love where it exists only for its own sake.
Rain is an inconvenience to the doers who bustle about restlessly like bees and consider it a nuisance because they see only the gross world with their eyes. But it is a bliss of nature to the people who see it as one of the subtlest and most beautiful creation of God. There is a strange sense of security associated with it that comes to the surface whenever it rains. If you are in a crowd, you look upon it as some temporary break in a dry life and view as something that unites people and binds them in a strange togetherness. The inconvenience turns into something that everybody in the crowd shares. If you are alone, you can enjoy it in anyway you like.
Night and rain have a different connection altogether. It turns into an experience of temporary salvation, a lullaby that rocks you into sleep with its inherent music. Thinking at a higher level, it feels like something very subtle and very mysterious. Aren't all the creations of nature, mysteries, as they are.We become so used to life and so occupied with the gross life that the deeper and the subtler truths completely go unattended.
At one point or the other, we come across situations and people in life, that we consider as gifts of God. Afterwards, life turns out to be very disastrous, utterly painful and disturbing so as to threaten our confidence in goodness. We sulk about the injustice and the unfairness of life. That is when God sends rains in the night. I am not lying. Lift your head from the work at hand and detach yourself from some shady business that keeps you occupied. Pull away from your physical world into the world of silence and listen intently to the ethereal music of the rain. What more you can do is, switch off the light, click on an old song in your music system and close your eyes to lie down. You can unmistakably feel God's touch and with the pouring rain drops , your heart will melt and start flowing. Feel the gratefulness, the bliss and God's presence.
Beauty of rain is not all about the indulgence of an elite mind. If you have to know it, you will have to watch the farmer taking a break under the tree and watching the rain filling his land, and the joy of estimating his harvest and profit. Rain is not about profit and gains, loss and pain. It's God's way of communicating with us. It's a beautiful phenomenon that again and again draws our attention to the mysteries of the universe and our existence in it, as a drop in huge ocean, the beauty of being born in the earth by chance, to get the opportunity of experiencing life and watching its elegance from a distance.
Sometimes, the same mind has something written onto its surface, the slate exhibits a cobweb of lines that don't get erased quickly, and surprisingly enough, they give as much pleasure as pain. There seems to be no way out because the 'within and the without', both pose a threatening situation. And then the cobwebs of lines lose their original direction, get torn, and the torn bits stay long enough to produce great pain and unhappiness. When we are unaware of something, we are blissful,but knowledge of something and the joy associated with it, if unattainable, produces pain. Complete realization is possible only when we have experienced something to the fullest and have grown beyond it, to higher realms of love where it exists only for its own sake.
Rain is an inconvenience to the doers who bustle about restlessly like bees and consider it a nuisance because they see only the gross world with their eyes. But it is a bliss of nature to the people who see it as one of the subtlest and most beautiful creation of God. There is a strange sense of security associated with it that comes to the surface whenever it rains. If you are in a crowd, you look upon it as some temporary break in a dry life and view as something that unites people and binds them in a strange togetherness. The inconvenience turns into something that everybody in the crowd shares. If you are alone, you can enjoy it in anyway you like.
Night and rain have a different connection altogether. It turns into an experience of temporary salvation, a lullaby that rocks you into sleep with its inherent music. Thinking at a higher level, it feels like something very subtle and very mysterious. Aren't all the creations of nature, mysteries, as they are.We become so used to life and so occupied with the gross life that the deeper and the subtler truths completely go unattended.
At one point or the other, we come across situations and people in life, that we consider as gifts of God. Afterwards, life turns out to be very disastrous, utterly painful and disturbing so as to threaten our confidence in goodness. We sulk about the injustice and the unfairness of life. That is when God sends rains in the night. I am not lying. Lift your head from the work at hand and detach yourself from some shady business that keeps you occupied. Pull away from your physical world into the world of silence and listen intently to the ethereal music of the rain. What more you can do is, switch off the light, click on an old song in your music system and close your eyes to lie down. You can unmistakably feel God's touch and with the pouring rain drops , your heart will melt and start flowing. Feel the gratefulness, the bliss and God's presence.
Beauty of rain is not all about the indulgence of an elite mind. If you have to know it, you will have to watch the farmer taking a break under the tree and watching the rain filling his land, and the joy of estimating his harvest and profit. Rain is not about profit and gains, loss and pain. It's God's way of communicating with us. It's a beautiful phenomenon that again and again draws our attention to the mysteries of the universe and our existence in it, as a drop in huge ocean, the beauty of being born in the earth by chance, to get the opportunity of experiencing life and watching its elegance from a distance.
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