Sunday, August 12, 2012

The beggining of the END

THIS IS THE END, MY ONLY FRIEND THE END.

The words of Jim Morrison echo through my subconscious as I douse my sleepy face with ice cold water using a funky old lota at 4:30 am at Prashanti.  Why is it that so many lyrics from songs I listened to in high school continuously repeat themselves in my brain and find their way onto my tongue?  Have not I heard enough times about the value of silence?  The value of the name of God?  The beneficial purpose of introspection and self inquiry?  AM I not at a Yoga University in India?  Learning the ancient truths of the scriptures passed down through the ages to convey enlightenment and peace.  Yet first thing upon arising I find peace by singing, by rapping, or recollecting some song related to life in a culture I have left behind so many years before.  Yet somehow it remains with me, it seems beyond my control to erase the samskars and vasanas within me.  SO I learn to live and tolerate and adjust myself to my current space in the time-space complex I call reality.  But it sure as hell is strange.

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