Today is the day which my good mother, Lila, carried me forth into this world in Weymouth Massachusetts at 3:20 pm thirty one years ago. Thanks Mom.
Silence speaks the wonders of my relationship with time. Where did go the leisurly walks along the Ganga? Or the peaceful movements through Vrindavan along Yamuna's sandy shores? When did time become divided into minutes and even moments? The great one's who have come before in this magical journey called life have spelled out the perameters for the constant awakenings, for the constant shifting of the consciousness from the plane of the unreal, or temporary compulsion of the ego and psyche towards the realm of shifting and transmutating forms comprised of aquiese substances such as shape and qualities, and these perameters reflect an ever present sphere of cognitive activity common to all faiths, spiritualities, and mystical traditions which are all characterized by the ardent use of one's time to the fullest capacity.
When I was in a near death accident in 2003, I was forced into the reality that death is an all-too-real friend and thus there became a frenzy to not loose time. It seemed that if everything could be taken away in the flash of a moment than what is the use of spending time and energy to build up projects of this world like relationships, like careers, like places in society...it all appeared to be a phantasmagoria after approaching death's door. As time went on however, the mask of illusion which had been so terribly ripped away slowly began to reveal that it itself was not the illusion, the mask was simply my own relationship to the external environment which had not become purified. In time the shackles of constant self-constraint and die-hard resolution to not waste time or life relaxed into a peaceful acceptance of the reality - yes death will come one day, and that day is not certain, but there is no use in running through life missing half the picture in anxiety about an unknown event.
Now as the seasons have turned and the moments become again ever so precious it becomes clear that time is only a perception of the individual and their ability to live fully expanded in the presence of divine awareness. In the western world we obsess about time, its factors and its rule, as if it were some type of God. Running on four wheels and forgetting ourselves in the constant rush to meet the time expectations of the requirements placed on us, our minds are adjusted to the hollow yet severe compulsion of a terrifying force which constantly drives us to our destination of endless quest for more time. Yet in India, especially at this moment where I find myself engaged in studies, there is a different conception underlying the matrix of cognition that spins its threads around the time factor and its play in life. However much we strive to unite our life forces with the higher purpose to bring about the greatest good and development for the highest change and attainment, still the time remains there to give comfort and strength, to be one's friends, and to offer one the choice to simply become still and listen to the trees. There is not the adrenaline rush that all will plunge off the cliff if the time factor is not met, yet there is constant dynamic meditation of time's value and purpose. It appears that the yoga process is capable of slowing down the mental process and the screaming need for result orientated action to the point of being fully satisfied just sitting in a lecture being aware of the breath flowing through the different chakras. How could time therefore exert such a pressure when it is understood and appreciated in its fullness for who it is. TIME I AM say my Sri Krishna in His celestial Song of Gita, I have tried to find him in puja, in the meadows of Vrindavan, on the hills of Govardhana, in the streets of LA and Houston, and the heights or Tirupati, but how amazing that He has shown Himself to be with me at every step of the day in my studies through proper time management and its subsequent duties and accomplishments that this brings.
Silence speaks the wonders of my relationship with time. Where did go the leisurly walks along the Ganga? Or the peaceful movements through Vrindavan along Yamuna's sandy shores? When did time become divided into minutes and even moments? The great one's who have come before in this magical journey called life have spelled out the perameters for the constant awakenings, for the constant shifting of the consciousness from the plane of the unreal, or temporary compulsion of the ego and psyche towards the realm of shifting and transmutating forms comprised of aquiese substances such as shape and qualities, and these perameters reflect an ever present sphere of cognitive activity common to all faiths, spiritualities, and mystical traditions which are all characterized by the ardent use of one's time to the fullest capacity.
When I was in a near death accident in 2003, I was forced into the reality that death is an all-too-real friend and thus there became a frenzy to not loose time. It seemed that if everything could be taken away in the flash of a moment than what is the use of spending time and energy to build up projects of this world like relationships, like careers, like places in society...it all appeared to be a phantasmagoria after approaching death's door. As time went on however, the mask of illusion which had been so terribly ripped away slowly began to reveal that it itself was not the illusion, the mask was simply my own relationship to the external environment which had not become purified. In time the shackles of constant self-constraint and die-hard resolution to not waste time or life relaxed into a peaceful acceptance of the reality - yes death will come one day, and that day is not certain, but there is no use in running through life missing half the picture in anxiety about an unknown event.
Now as the seasons have turned and the moments become again ever so precious it becomes clear that time is only a perception of the individual and their ability to live fully expanded in the presence of divine awareness. In the western world we obsess about time, its factors and its rule, as if it were some type of God. Running on four wheels and forgetting ourselves in the constant rush to meet the time expectations of the requirements placed on us, our minds are adjusted to the hollow yet severe compulsion of a terrifying force which constantly drives us to our destination of endless quest for more time. Yet in India, especially at this moment where I find myself engaged in studies, there is a different conception underlying the matrix of cognition that spins its threads around the time factor and its play in life. However much we strive to unite our life forces with the higher purpose to bring about the greatest good and development for the highest change and attainment, still the time remains there to give comfort and strength, to be one's friends, and to offer one the choice to simply become still and listen to the trees. There is not the adrenaline rush that all will plunge off the cliff if the time factor is not met, yet there is constant dynamic meditation of time's value and purpose. It appears that the yoga process is capable of slowing down the mental process and the screaming need for result orientated action to the point of being fully satisfied just sitting in a lecture being aware of the breath flowing through the different chakras. How could time therefore exert such a pressure when it is understood and appreciated in its fullness for who it is. TIME I AM say my Sri Krishna in His celestial Song of Gita, I have tried to find him in puja, in the meadows of Vrindavan, on the hills of Govardhana, in the streets of LA and Houston, and the heights or Tirupati, but how amazing that He has shown Himself to be with me at every step of the day in my studies through proper time management and its subsequent duties and accomplishments that this brings.
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