Just be

 

“There is nothing to do. Just be.

Do nothing. Be.

No climbing mountains and sitting in caves.

I do not even say “be yourself”

Since you do not know yourself.

Just be.”

- Nisargadatta Maharaj

 

I often had this thought… when i don’t know who i am, then i how can i know anyone else. I came across these wonderful lines by Nisargadatta Maharaj, who i have been reading on and off. They really struck a chord in me. I don’t know me, then how can i possibly be myself. What is being myself. We often say “I always do this and that” and “ I never do this and that”.

How come we get stuck in such banal inconsistencies and let these define who we are at the core?  Our existence is such a mystery, not only to others but even to ourselves and we spend lifetime after lifetime looking for our self. How many lives have i already been doing this? How many more till i know what i am supposed to know?  I don’t know. Suddenly, this strange questioning makes it even clearer for me. I know what Nisargadatta Maharaj means when he says “Just be”.  He is asking each one of us, to live the moment. To be in the now and stop questioning. The answers we may be looking for will keep going further away when we run after it. But, if we can just be, it will reveal itself. It will reveal to me, my self. I have to just be.

If i want happiness, I don’t have to look for it, i just have to be happiness.

If i want love, i don’t have to look for love, i have to be love.

If i want peace, i don’t have to look for peace,  i have to be peace.

Whatever i want in life, i have to stop looking for it, and just be it.  Just be.

 

Its that simple.

 

 

Mystery or Mystical

There is nothing to be said to anyone… These are just my whispers into eternity.  There is no need for me to talk about anything.

Sometimes the soul weeps, sometimes sings with joy, sometimes the mystery is far too complicated that nothing can be seen by the heart and sometimes its only too simple…that everything looks like a clear  flowing river. Completely at peace. Within and without, inside and outside. Everywhere …the colours look brighter and appealing. The grass is greener, the flowers are so vibrant, their  fragrances fill the air in wonder enveloping an otherwise mundane existence.   My eyes sparkle and skin glows with happy cells.

And then sometimes however bright the day may actually be, it seems like… a sad grey cloud.  And i wonder why. I wonder how. How do the eyes see only what the heart wants ? Only what the soul feels ? How come its never the same ? How come things that i  always look at, look different every time ? Just not the same.  The mystery of existence never ceases to be, does it ?

Why is that sometimes my  tears have all the answers and sometimes its the song in my heart ?  Why is this journey within so easy and yet so hard ?

Why is it that sometimes i have all the answers and sometimes i have none ? And why is that sometimes even though there are no questions, everything seems like a lost way to me ?  I have no direction at all… when at times i can see the path so clearly ?

Why is it that sometimes i know myself so well and sometimes i don’t know who i am at all ?  All alone in this world, and yet, never lonely. Mystical me . . . . .