Shahree Vyaas's Blog, page 2

The Growth of Understanding

At first, thought is like a tree —
rooted in silence, yet reaching toward light.
Its branches are questions,
its leaves, the countless moments of awareness
that breathe and fall in time.

Each fruit is a realization.
Some ripen and release themselves gently,
falling into the fertile soil of reflection;
others cling too long and wither in the grasp of certainty.

The Seed of Perception 

A single thought arises; it seeks form, not yet name.

But when storms of doubt pass through,
branches break; leaves scatter.
Still, what remains unseen is the deeper geometry —
the roots learning the shape of endurance.

The Storm and the Empty Limb 

The thinker faces loss; the old forms collapse. 

Yet every fallen idea nourishes the soil below. 

Even when cut to the trunk,
the essence does not die.
It waits — patient in the hidden spiral of its roots —
for the season of return.

The Trunk of Silence 

What remains after learning and forgetting is stillness. 

And from that silence,
a new understanding rises —
stronger, clearer, with branches that remember
the lessons of their former fall.

The Renewal of Mind 

Rooted in humility, crowned in awareness. 

The soil of experience becomes the foundation of wisdom.

So it is with the geometry of thought:
every idea is a seed,
every loss a pruning,
and every silence,
a beginning.

On the Circle, the Measure, and the Grid of Mind

In the silent discipline of form, thought first discovers its own edge.
A point extends into a line, a line closes into a circle —
and within that curve, the spirit recognizes itself.
Thus, in the beginning, there were three acts of mind:
Seeing, Shaping, and Knowing.

The teacher drew three circles upon the sand.
Each was the same in outline, yet none alike in motion.
One stood for the outer world of sense,
one for the inward world of reflection,
and the third —
for that which joins them: understanding.

   ○      ○      ○

 Sense   Mind   Unity

He said: Measure not what the eye sees, but what the line intends.
For symmetry without meaning is vanity,
and meaning without measure, confusion.
When thought draws its circumference,
it both limits and reveals itself.

Below, the master placed a table of relations,
where number, proportion, and silence were given equal columns —
a square of intellect where opposites met:

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He said:

“In this grid lies the balance of knowing —
for every form finds its rest not in itself,
but in the relation it bears to others.”

And so the pupil understood:
The geometry of thought is not drawn with ink,
but with attention.
Each figure, each fraction, is a mirror —
showing not what is outside,
but what the mind imagines to be within.

Closing Meditation

Imagine a single straight line —
a journey of purpose.
Now imagine a gentle curve —
a rhythm of grace.

Between the two
lies the way of truth:

steady yet kind,
measured yet alive.

To live with awareness
is to write this line daily —
not in ink,
but in the quiet measure of being.

The Thread of Continuity

When we weave cloth,
each thread crosses another —
the warp and the weft.
One moves, one holds.

So it is with life:
our actions move,
our values hold.
Only together do they create
a fabric that endures.

The Law of Alternation

If all things only moved forward,
they would tear apart.
If all things only stopped,
they would decay.

The stars themselves swing
between light and shadow.
The heart, too, beats and rests.

The wise learn to work with calm hands
and to rest with clear minds.

The Maharajagar finds traction

About three weeks after the book launch, I make with mixed feelings some balance. Up to now, about 106 exemplars passed over the counter and one literary blogger decided to give it a shout out: you can find the post here (thank you da-AL).

Launching a novel is a grueling process since you have to compete with the powerful PR machinery of the traditional publishers and book distributors.

I’ve decided to submit the novel to a couple of literary competitions and leave it there. There is only that much one can do without getting increasingly frustrated. Either the bookshops and reading public will decide to give it a go or it will land into the Library of the Forgotten Books.

Meanwhile I’ve returned to my studio to pick up the thread of my artistic life where I’ve dropped it. That is for me the way to grow as a person. I’ve worked for ten years at that novel, I launched it into the literary wilderness with all the support I could manage, and right now it will have to make it on its own.

Lesson of Effort and Rest

To live wisely is to learn the balance
between effort and stillness.

Even the hand that writes
must pause between words —
for in the pause lies meaning.

Count the rhythm of work and rest:

SymbolCountMeaning/1Beginning//2Continuance///3Flow////4Strength/////5Completion

Each mark is a breath.
Each breath, a reminder that nothing grows
without both movement and quiet.

Closing Reflection

A circle.
A line.
A count.
A grid.

All things return to order —
not because they must,
but because order is peace.

To learn is to draw the shape of truth,
again and again,
until the hand disappears
and only the circle remains.

The Grid of Balance

DayDeedThoughtFruitI////PeaceII//////GrowthIII////////JoyIIII//////////Wisdom

Deed, thought, and fruit —
a trinity of balance.
Without thought, deed is blind.
Without deed, thought is air.
Together they draw the pattern
of a meaningful life.

The Measure of Learning

Learning is a rhythm —
not a race of numbers,
but the slow widening of awareness.

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Each mark is a step,
each step a new horizon.
The wise learner does not leap —
they listen, and let meaning unfold.