Language

I found myself conversing with this seemingly "random" person this particular evening. The person was a person who i had a little knowledge about , someone i had known personally at one point of my life , but a person who I had alienated myself with,so the person just happened to be a random person at this point of time..

Anyway, in the course of conversation, I ended up discussing many ideas and thoughts that I have had for a while, and in one singular moment of solitary reflection, I came across the thought that : Will this person I'm conversing with really understand the significance and meaning of the idea(s) that I am trying to express?

It was a moment of confusion. A moment of trying to understand the epistemology of language.

What is language?

I find that my internal dialogue Is free of all language. These thoughts and  perceptions , and realizations
are language-less. Yet, when i have to express these abstract ideas , I obviously resort to language as a means of expression.

This,I feel, is limited,to a certain degree. Every individuals perception of a particular word,concept, Or Idea is limited, or defined, by their own consciousness. Our own conscious experiences define these "terms" for us. And when we hear from someone else about a certain idea or a concept, What we perceive is but a perception of our own ideas of it. Through the meanings of words that we have associated with certain sounds or symbols.

I wonder at times, Is this medium of expression really sufficient to fully express our inner realm to the outer?  Can we really communicate with other conscious beings by expressing ourselves through this medium of language?

I would like to hope that this is possible, But at times when i feel that this is an endeavour that is not complete by itself , I try To express myself in different forms;   Art being one of them , Music being my forte.
Can I really express these abstract ideas and concepts through a different form of expression. A wordless one?

I would like to think that I can.

A moment of transcendence.

I looked around myself and saw the world as it is. Pure.Timeless.

I felt like I was in a time when all things were neither young nor old. A deep sense of awareness crept in when I viewed the enormous uncertainty that accompanies an infinity of time both backward and forward. The future is an evolution of the present moment , and the past is what's left behind in the process. The universe is ever changing and at that moment of time, This was widely apparent. Nothing really stays the same. Impermanence.

Looking upwards into the dark abyss which yet remains unexplored by us humans, I fathom places far away , where there might be sentient beings like us, or quite unlike us, but sentient nonetheless. How would they perceive this universe. What would be their version of the story of this thing we call existence?
For all we know , there may be none. We may be the only conscious "spiritual" beings of our universe. Tiny spectators of this vast wondrous phenomena.

There is a clear difference in the level of understanding achieved between knowing all 'about' something and realising and experiencing that same thing in one singular moment. This was something I had been unaware of prior to this But in that moment , As I lay in the midst of trees moving out in all directions, I felt like I was the centre of an endless circle of life. I could feel those trees , Every one of them. The "Life" that i perceived in me was the same that I saw in them. That spark of being that we only catch glimpses of in our day to day lives , was staring at me in all its glory.  And it was a beautiful sight indeed. The nature of the trees' existence was of a different form - a motionless and emotionless one.  Their branches pointed upwards into the sky , seemed like hands , reaching out to expose themselves to the sun's radiant energy that provided them with sustenance. Underneath , though not visible, were their roots searching out and taking in the water that poured down from the gray clouds ,casting shadows over where I sat. The leaves swayed to the whispering winds , seemingly expressing their joy of existence by dancing in mute ecstacy.

In that moment , I felt connected to every living thing that surrounded me. They were not different entities anymore. The relationships between all living things were complex and intricate , At the same time they were in a state of dynamic equilibrium. At peace with one another, when left to themselves.



           

Starlight

Diamonds fill the firmament

As Far as the eye can see.

Looking into nothingness

Something calls out to me.

Is it a seeker far away?

Is it just me inside? 

I lay wondering, seeking 

My innermost soul to confide! 

As this stargazing fantasy

Seems as surreal as can be.

I hear a silent voice, saying : 

Do we live in a tragedy? 

As Eons have passed before,long past

Are there yet ages to come? 

Or will there be an end to it all,

When the age of man is done?! 

The glassy webs in the infinite skies

That lie beyond my vision, Pale! 

Look like silent images,speaking

With mouthless murmurs of a cosmic tale.

As i listen closely, I hear echoes of 

A past , A Future lost to us all.

What Man has done to Gaia yet,

May bring doom, save the final call! 

And Thus, I utter from voiceless lips,

A hopeful, yet miserable cry ! 

Where are we leading ourselves now ?

Where dost our future lie?!

O glittering Startlight! Dazzling as you are bright!

Canst thou give me an answer?

I know not who else to ask, but you! 

How can we strive to save her ! 

We cannot go back now, on what's come to pass.

On dreadful tragedies long gone! 

I look away from them mute fantasies

And await the imminent dawn! 

Meditari

Something i wrote ages ago . .

At the edge of the void approaching

All turns to black

Devouring the insides

Soul condensed to infinity.

Far into the cosmic sea , I drift

spreading further outward into space

Unknown dimensions encountered

Mind seeing All there is to see.

Eon and Now is One ,

Timeless reality . .

The power to see all is inside

Waiting to be unlocked , unabatingly. 

Inward Spiral

As I spiral inwards into my own consciousness , I encounter many of them. One after the other, they halt me in my tracks ; Dissuade me from continuing further along my way. It is quite often that I have stopped and lost my resolve to conquer them.

Of late though , I have begun to realise that such gates are an illusion. A product of the Ego. This recognition aids in dissolving them once they are recognized as such.

With this knowledge, Off i go down my spiral , inwards. Only to discover more of them.