Reflections on....
A Dialogue of Self and Soul
Self rather focused on Sato’s sword –
spotless and shimmering – talking of histories and ancestral generations. 500
years it had survived with a strange immortality. Yet self loved all this
artificiality. So what if there were blames and names of society. so what if
man was mortal – victim of social vicinity. If there were pains, then pleasures
too. Aah, the sword’s beauty – it seeked nothing in lieu.
The sword spoke of centuries of heroic
valor. It was covered in an attractive
silk cloth – out from some japans lady’s cellar. The cover had purple flowers
embroidered all around. Though faded yet it had that historical sound. And how
could one have missed the glamour of blades – so old yet nowhere its stories
fades.
So there in those ancient tales self sees
life. There in self – introspection it observes no strife. There was no need
for the poet to sail till Byzantium. What is the use of getting lost in
abstract just because you had a certain momentum?
Self was dazzled by life’s ride. True, it
had pains but there was also the spirit to fight. And there was love too – what
else can man ask in lieu. True, man is a foolish creature. Whatever society
portrays – he considers it his nature. he falls in love with proudy woman. He
dishevels his own stem. But, life is not so bad after all. there is bliss in
adam’s fall. How else would one have distinguished – pain from pleasure. Sensations are after all – man’s greatest
treasure.
Soul still seeks that abstract union with
darkness. Self sloshes it mentioning its worthlessness. What would it feel to
feel nothing at all? soul with in a body has no entity after all. soul hence
accepts its failures. Self prefers to again meet some new stirs. This time
there is htis strange realization – of the beauty of life and its limited
creation. So deep inside – one decides – to not get deluded in spiritual
salvation and customize one’s own psychological nation; to feel good about life
no matter what; to live life king size – though being a mere dot. Mortality has
its own beauty after all. it has options to rise after each fall. Hence man
chooses to enjoy those eternal cycles of life and death - To wait for a refresh
button after each of its wrath.
Mystical Wanderer
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