Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "mindful"

I gave you the tablets at Sinai,
I drove your chariot at Kurukshetra.
I gave you the ayats word by word,
I woke up Siddhartha 'n the carpenter.
No matter the time, age 'n technology,
I always rise to treat the common cold.
Amidst a world full of sore coldness,
I only need ten vessels absurdly bold.
I have nothing to do with perfection,
Far from it, I've got plenty to improve.
With each new vessel my sight broadens,
With each identity my existence renewed.
Keeper am I of this terrestrial neighborhood.
I am your innermost fire of god and good.

Truth and facts are not the same, because facts alone don’t make the truth. Truth requires insight, truth requires wisdom. Facts can contribute to that insight and wisdom, but access to facts doesn’t necessarily entail access to wisdom. The best example I can think of is that of love. Love is truth, whereas lust is fact. Lust may be a part of love, but it’s not the whole of love. In fact, in many cases lust is not even part of the picture. The same goes for truth and facts. Fact is a state of matter, truth is a state of mind. Matter makes the mind – sure – but to fathom the matter behind mind in its fullest intricacies will take us millennia more.

The candle’s purpose is to be lost in light,
The heart’s purpose is to be lost in love.
The ocean may try the sailor all it wants but,
The naive sailor is lost in the ocean’s love.
The sailor and the sea are not two but one,
The candle and the light are not two but one.
The heart and love are not two but one,
Individual and collective are not two but one.
Purpose of human is conquest over the inner animal,
Purpose of a human is the expansion of humanity.
Everybody grows old, not everybody grows up,
To die without growing up, is the greatest tragedy.
Life is too short to be wasted on half-cocked may be’s!
Cast fiction to the wind, and make the most of reality.

I do the best of my writing,
When I don’t feel like a writer.
I create the best of my philosophy,
When I don’t feel like a philosopher.
I write the best of my poetry,
When I don’t deem myself a poet.
I publish the best of my science,
Walking just a pilgrim of knowledge.
Labels we hold dear often hold us captive,
So do not take the acronym for the act.
Designations can’t contain the designated,
Move past the noun and let the verb enact.

“Simple, Sonnet

Serenity is born of simplicity,
Insecurity is born of clutter.
Patience empowers perseverance,
Selfishness brings down disaster.

But what’s a life without difficulty,
Difficulty delivers durability.
Don’t be ashamed of darkness in life,
It’s in darkness we shine most brightly.

There’s nothing shameful about fear,
It’s a problem when the reason is baseless.
Trouble of privilege is trouble of lies,
Reject all privilege and rush to the helpless.

It is human nature to shed tears when in agony,
Taking pain to wipe another’s tears is humanity.”


“Basit, Şiir

Barış doğar basitlikten,
Korku karmaşıklıktan.
Sükunet doğar sabırdan,
Belalar bencillikten.

Ama dertsiz hayat nasil hayat,
Zorluk bize cesaret getirir.
Karanlık hiç de ayıp değil,
Karanlık bize parlamayı öğretir.

İnsan korkmazsa kim korkacak –
Sebebi doğruysa korkmak ayıp değil.
Servetin derdi yalan derdidir,
Dünyada gerçek dertler eksik değil.

Dertte olduğunda herkes gözyaşı dökmeyi bilir,
Ama başkasının gözyaşını silmek için
derdine katlanmak, çok azı bilir.”

I don’t like writing from thought,
Writing from thought is dull and boring.
It’s when the subconscious does the writing,
That the words manifest magically awakening.

It takes some time to get used to,
You gotta trust your brain with the magic.
Lose yourself in your one chosen path,
Out pours the pearls of profundity terrific!

Let your subconscious do the writing,
Use thought afterwards to mend inaccuracy.
When absorbed in an unbending vision,
Like a ghost writes your mind almighty.

Most of my magic is born in transcendence –
Nothing paranormal, just atypical neuroactivity!
There is no spirit outside the domain of neurons,
We’re just unaware of the extent of our capacity.

Live by body,
Die by body.
Live by mind,
Never die.

Death comes but once,
Life comes every day.
Now tell me what’s braver,
Spirit of life or fear of death!

There is no afterlife,
because there is no after,
there is only life now.
To live life conquering fear,
is the ultimate divine vow.

“Miracle and Migraine (Sonnet 1370)

Words are my leisure,
Words are my life.
Words are my gift to thee,
Use ’em wisely for light.

Kind words cost us nothing,
Cruel words will cost us all.
Faith in people costs us nothing,
Systemic mistrust will end us all.

It is common knowledge in the circle,
I don’t control words, I get visions.
However, every miracle takes its toll,
Hence, the migraines are getting worse.

I don’t mind, so long as I am ointment.
You keep the magic, I’ll keep the pain.”

“There is nothing supernatural about visions – or to be more accurate, contrary to traditional belief, it’s not messages from some extraterrestrial domain. Visions are indeed messages from a mysterious realm alright, but like the everyday realm of human perception, the transcendental realm as well is creation of brain chemicals. I won’t go into details here, as I already did that in my early days. One of my earliest works, Autobiography of God, contains a detailed analytical account of the neurobiology of transcendental experiences. However, the question is not whether there is an explanation, the question is, is it worth explaining! Because, while sometimes the lack of explanation facilitates superstition, some things are better left unexplained – such as, love.”

You are the sum of all science,
You are the life of all poetry.
You are the end to animosity,
You are the answer to conspiracy.

World’s light comes from your light,
It comes from the sacrifice of the few.
If these few ever became selfish,
Whole world would drown in dwindling dew.

You are the miracle you seek in church,
You are the gospel you seek in bible.
You are the reason behind civilization,
You are the mutation out of the jungle.

I am not a capitalist, I am not a communist, I am not a socialist, I am not a traditionalist. A puerile, clinically sectarian species like yours cannot fathom what I am. Does that mean, I am not the same species as you! Sure, I am – but from a different dimension – a different dimension in time – a different dimension in mind – where intellect is only a tool, not torture – where faith is only a choice, not compulsion – where money is only a means, not master – where oneness is fundamental, not fiction.