Unmistaken Clarity !

DON’T LOOK !! : shouts one voice , EMBRACE THE CHALLENGE !! : screams another.

One would feel accompanied when there are voices to direct you, intra-personal or inter-personal. I am standing here, waiting when these voices leave me on my own, in my peace. As i understand the dynamics of feedback, both parties need to acknowledge. What happens when i don’t respond ? Answer is quite simple the feedback gives up.

For a moment step into my spot, yes, its the only place here which isn’t scorched, and have a look around.

Imagine a door. Imagine a dark room with that door. Obviously you can’t see the door if its dark, but imagine that, there is light on the other side of the door. The light is enough to create a crimson lining to the outlines of the door which separates the darkness and light. Imagine that and then walk towards the door. You can smell the door !! So, much as you can tell whether the door is wood or painted metal. Yes ! its the paint that you smell , but usually you know the odor of metal with paint and its definitely that.

Please open the door, and don’ t focus on turning the knob much as that would shift your focus and determination. Just open it without prejudice. Yes, it opens on the other side, can you feel how easily the door opens ? It was very light despite being a metal door. Maybe its well oiled. Can you feel the warmth ? as light rushes into the room through you, around you !

It isn’t so bad is it then ? There in the sky , you can feel it!! Naturally you would want to see what all is lit up by that sun on the ground since you are standing on a ledge overlooking the land, the living and all that ! If you are free enough of bindings , it wouldn’t be difficult to look away from the alluring and beautifully lit up life, with every minute detail. You don’t really need to see it, you know how it could look thus you anticipate imagine. I request you to satisfy yourself with only you imagination. Transcending it would only cause disappointment.

Feel the warmth again, and know the source. You know where it is. Try looking at it and it hides itself with a cloud of power and awe. You just can’t see it !! Try again my friend, you know its secret now ! Sublime it may seem at first but you can see it now, the sun in its very simple form.. a circle! That my friend is the source. Now, to go further into the secrets of the source you have to look at it longer. I wouldn’t force you to do so , but that is what i have been dong for a while. I would invite you to stay but you wouldn’t understand its importance. So, stay a while and watch the sun along with me.

Being besides me staring, i think you would get an idea what i do think, and it is of utmost importance to me to keep looking at it. During this i have gained insight into the life below, to which i needn’t glance now. This journey of staying here while traversing the hierarchy of living to its source has left me dry. I am proud of what i am goin to be and i don’t quite like leaving all what was. Maybe thats weakness and maybe its the last ounce of it evaporating away from me.

I can imagine you telling me that i am going mad, and these are my hallucinations. What can’t understand is how can you be so sure ? Even if these are hallucinations how come they make so much sense ? And if i am going mad , why should i bother ? Isn’t that the whole point ? Dreams of one can seem possible to one and a fantsy to the other. What gives you the right to impose on others ? And if you want that right you can earn it right here. What i am saying to you is don’t be a hindrance to discovery, however crazy it may sound or seem. I pursue my purpose, i define my purpose.

Something tells me that i won’t be needing any of this where i am going, yet if i do i could return but not now. Not when i am halfway through the journey, or so i believe. I feel restless and ready to burst. Ready to tell all what i have learnt, but i must wait and give it time.The voices are fading away, they sometimes agree with me now. They may leave in time but i must keep on staring at it, staring at the sun even if i am the only one..

- Forlorn Farceur
“Origins of Forlorn Farceur”