“It takes a fall to get to the pinnacle, it takes violence to discover the serene, it takes speed to find the joy of slow, it takes immobility to discover the quiet.” An incident two years ago turned out to be a blessing, meditating on a hospital bed, surrendering totally, it transformed me.
When the discomfort of an injury helps in building patience, you are no more a patient. Mindful you become and the simple things become the present for “happiness is a daily affair not
a spike from special occasions”.
Fear is an amazing emotion, it helps us survive or get sucked into an abyss. When you encounter a fearful situation, our survival instincts kick in rescue mode. What happens if fear quietly settles into you? Post a violent kiss with a road hump, the body became stiff and resisted doing some actions, plain scared. The next few months was beautiful, as the dark fear slowly became transparent. Versed as “Fear”, this is the seventh on the theme of “Realisation”.
To accept, to just observe, to not be affected is the greatest gift. Many a times I have been blessed to be in this state especially during long rides and runs. When I meditated, it stayed longer. Two years my bosom buddy, the cycle, decided to gift me this blessing so that it is more permanent. My take on this versed as “Accept”, the sixth on the theme of “Realisation”.
Have you done activities repetitively against a large backdrop of suspicion only to be told “Have faith”, and suddenly one day magic happens? My experience versed as “Loosen”, in the fifth poem of “Realisation” theme.
Do you know that the third hand of a clock (second hand really) can change you completely? Confined to bed with severely restricted movements in a brightly lit ICU with a wall clock opposite was life changing. The first day nothing moved including the hands of clock (no battery), on second day with new battery, magic happened. I was in sync with the second hand, absolutely mindful, and body healed rapidly. Versed as “Mindful” this is the fourth poem in the “Realisation” theme.
Couple of years ago, when I could drink a cup of tea with ordinary glucose biscuit, I was in heaven. A creative expression of why this was heavenly, in the poem titled “Relish”, third in the series themed ‘Realisation’.
Accidents can be wonderful. We exist because of our parents’ accident! I am celebrating the second anniversary of flying off my cycle with poem series titled ‘Realisation’. Each one highlights a tiny realisation that has connected me more deeply with universe. Enjoy the second one titled “Silence”, the first being “Smile”.
A birthday poem for a dear friend.
When a dear friend asked me as to why I looked grim in a recent photo, he triggered in me a simple poetic response. Here is it versed as “Smile”.