Life? An empty dream?
Life is just an empty dream, it is said, as there is no armour against fate. Is that what life has as its intrinsic value, in that a dream has no substantial continuity either to precede or succeed?This basic premise has a defeatist implication. The non-substantiality of life comes as a spontaneous realisation as soon as our near and dear ones bid us good bye without any forewarning, much less a clue as to life's unpredictability steeped in concomitant mysteries.I have deeply pondered in this much discussed , yet scarcely answered question. A focused attention given to an idea is called meditation, they say. Meditation fetches answers. But meditation is not possible unless the mind is emptied, for a loaded psyche is repugnant to the reception of creative inputs.So, I tried to empty the mind. In the process I leant a great deal about the art and science of emptying. The basic principle of this trial was effortlessness. As soon as an effort is put in, the target vanishes. The target would elude the practitioner as long as the practice revolves round the rituals of practice. Rising above the limitations of rituals is the first per-requisite if effortlessness has to be achieved. For instance, become aware of your natural breath. As soon as you turn your awareness to the breath, the involuntary nature of the breath begins to lose its spontaneity. What to do then. Nothing at all, just go on observing the breath without effort. The breath will come back to its spontaneous rhythm. This offers us a clue. Whatever is involuntary may also be slightly voluntary. This slight link of voluntary control over the involuntary functions of life allows us an access into that which is the arena beyond human controls, especially that which leaves humans guessing without a convincing answer.
Life is just an empty dream, it is said, as there is no armour against fate. Is that what life has as its intrinsic value, in that a dream has no substantial continuity either to precede or succeed?This basic premise has a defeatist implication. The non-substantiality of life comes as a spontaneous realisation as soon as our near and dear ones bid us good bye without any forewarning, much less a clue as to life's unpredictability steeped in concomitant mysteries.I have deeply pondered in this much discussed , yet scarcely answered question. A focused attention given to an idea is called meditation, they say. Meditation fetches answers. But meditation is not possible unless the mind is emptied, for a loaded psyche is repugnant to the reception of creative inputs.So, I tried to empty the mind. In the process I leant a great deal about the art and science of emptying. The basic principle of this trial was effortlessness. As soon as an effort is put in, the target vanishes. The target would elude the practitioner as long as the practice revolves round the rituals of practice. Rising above the limitations of rituals is the first per-requisite if effortlessness has to be achieved. For instance, become aware of your natural breath. As soon as you turn your awareness to the breath, the involuntary nature of the breath begins to lose its spontaneity. What to do then. Nothing at all, just go on observing the breath without effort. The breath will come back to its spontaneous rhythm. This offers us a clue. Whatever is involuntary may also be slightly voluntary. This slight link of voluntary control over the involuntary functions of life allows us an access into that which is the arena beyond human controls, especially that which leaves humans guessing without a convincing answer.
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