Information accessible at any point from anywhere. Processing the day, the hour, the minute and the moment. Catching thoughts and understanding the repetition. Receptive to the repetition, the repetitiveness, ta ta ta தா தா தா Subtle sensations from so many teachers. Without teachers who were once students, teachers cannot teach. The false ego which judges another and the self, the inner whisper, be be be இரு இரு இரு Breathe. Then the focus changed, changing the writing. © Krishdga 10.04.17
Simple as a request it may seem, a request was made, now to please the dream. Mystery and honesty tangled together. The other, who we do not know, or think as separate from us, or we, is me. In this knowingness the space between what is and was, is all here in this moment in myself. As I met myself deeply, in the presence of all that is, and ever will be greater than me. All that there was, only love. Not that which has attachment or resentment, that which is pure in its knowingness, of all eternal beings. One space where acceptance is not passive, but conscious. The more I opened myself to not needing to understand the other, allowing them to just be, it set my ego free. Why not? © Krishdga 16.4.17
A cog weaving designing awaiting an answer. Suddenly questions that want to be answered. A step away from the 'true' self. A step close to a dream. The air is thicker. More effort to breath. To consciously breath it seems, harder, more effort. Noticing the attachment. The time for when one is awake to asleep, conditioned by society. As I rested a few hours at a time, whether this be morning or night. I started to catch my thoughts in the process of creating, Sometimes hot and colder at other times, starting to interpret reacting to space and time. Going against all that I had learnt till now, when it came to sharing the work. The ego, I, the self, that needs more work would appear again. In a moment where I know I should lead by example. What does it mean to not care? Ultimately to be oneself is to share. Being and becoming better, through a creative space that has no rules. In this space be who you are, start to practice the essence of you. Eventually it will be that which always shines through. © Krishdga 5.4.17
In the morning I feel poise. Attuning to my senses, the first time I hear noise. I start to imagine the most important 'beings' in my life. I see them all in front of me now in the after life. Disappear... No longer apart of what was here. When I am challenged. The imbalance is clear. I also have the power to come out of this fear. Then I see what is real. This I know no-one can steal. The space I create within. Is not attached to any kin. Letting go is the easiest part. As soon as you learn, how to start. Reconnect back to your compassionate side. Here also emerges the death of pride. © Krishdga 27.3.17
I see you. When I think you are gone, and will no longer need you. I see you and feel you. You cripple my body. I am still but stuck in endless thought, a sea, a storm, a lifetime of memory. Breathe. "Bring me back to reality!" I scream. A war starts in my mind, when I know I should be more kind. I laugh. I'm back. I'm back for longer each time. More present. Not ruled by time. Aware of the endless. I am still. © Krishdga 17.1.17
The best way to throw yourself into being compassionate is practicing on those who you are not affiliated with or have ill feelings towards. Throw yourself in the deep end and watch your ego strip away.
“To be so compassionate towards the suffering of others as if it were your own mother.”