Sunday, May 12, 2024

ਤੂ ਕਯੂਨ ਮਰੀ

 ਤੂ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਸੀ। 


ਪ੍ਰੀਤ 

ਜੋ ਪਾਣੀ ਵਰਗੀ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਹੈ 

ਇਸ 

ਰੇਗਿਸਤਾਨ ਜੇਹੀ ਦੁਨੀਆ ਵਿੱਚ 


Tu Kyun Mari 


Tu Preet Si. 


Preet 

jo paani vargi hundi hai 

Is 

Registaan jehi duniya vich 

******************** 

तुम क्यूँ मरे? 


तुम प्रेम थे 


प्रेम, 

जो पानी जैसा होता है 

एक रेगिस्तान सी दुनिया में। 

************ 

Why did you die? 


You were love. 

Love, 

which is a block of ice 

in a desert world. 


Friday, May 10, 2024

The Book of Zen stories

I was reading this book of Zen stories, and one thing jumped out. 

Zen assumes that there is only one path to salvation, and that path goes through peace, self-control, and a feeling of universal brotherhood. 

Christianity and Islam also propose something similar. Coincidentally, these are all congregation based religions. 

But in my meditation, I know that there is no one path. In fact, the idea of the "one best way" has been the bane of human society in everything. In medicine, science, manufacturing, this one best way to do things has been the idea that made us take one step forward, two steps back. 

But especially in meditation or, more generally, in the path of a soul, there is no one best way. Every soul is on its own path and reaches its own destination. Even the rich blood-sucking man who tortures his family and staff - even that soul is on a spiritual journey that ends at some destination. 

Think of it, not as a journey with one origin and one destination, but a network of train stations. Trains go from many stations to many stations. Which of these journeys is wrong? Very few. But here is the important thing - what makes the journey right or wrong, is neither the destination, nor the source, nor the train. It is not even the traveler. It is the intent of the traveler. Therefore, no one else can judge the journey to be right or wrong.  

One can argue that the train stations are nothing but stops in a maze. There is no progression in them. They are all at the same level. 

So are rivers. So are spiritual paths. We assume them to be vertical. Maybe, for some people, there is a sense of progression. But for some people, they are hops in a game of hopscotch - all at the same level. 

So, enjoy the Zen stories, believe in the 6 forms of Yoga. Or not. 



Friday, May 03, 2024

and this is one of the things i wrote and love a lot:

human being (a favorite ex blogger) once asked me - describe urself in 6 words. and i wrote: 6 words is six too many.