It is a well known fact that
When buffeted by sorrows in this world of disease and death, troubles and tribulations we are drive to desperation and helplessness. We are inclined to agree with Tolstoy, “pessimism is our dread reality, optimism is a faint cheering making the best of a bad job”. We are living in an inebriated state without knowing what is real and what is unreal.
This life is a dual throng of pleasure and pain; sun and shade; success and failure; joy and sorrow; smiles and tears; calmness and restlessness. We only wish to have the light and not darkness, pleasure and not pain, happiness and not sorrow. Knowing fully well that he who smiles today may have to shed tears sooner or later, we hope that it may not happen in our case but it seldom happens.
In Mahabharata, there is described an incident that once a petitioner came to the palace of king Yudhishthira with a request. He was asked to come next day as the king was busy. Upon that king’s brother Bhima started ringing the bell loudly and continuously. In those days, that bell was rung when a territory was conquered or the enemy was vanquished. Every one was bewildered at the sounding of the bell because neither the new territory was taken over nor the enemy was vanquished.
The Oxford Dictionary meaning of mirage is an illusory thing such as an appearance of a sheet of water in a desert. The first and foremost mirage of mind is that it has no existence in the present. It wanders into the dead past or walks into the unforeseen future. It lives in dreams. It is made of dream-stuff. In the day you call these dreams thoughts; in the night you call these thoughts dreams but it is all the same flow, the same energy.
Illusion is formed because everywhere we have to pass through tremendous contradictions in our life and in this world of ours. Wherever there is good there must be evil and wherever there is evil, there must be some good. Wherever there is life death must follow as its shadow and everyone who smiles will have to weep and vice-versa. Nor can this state of things be remedied.
In conscious or wakeful state there is continuous flow of thoughts just like the waves in an ocean. Just as one wave gives rise to another, one thought leads to another which may not be logically or rationally connected.
Meditation is a wonderful Inner Journey, a real pilgrimage which takes the pilgrim
Materialism and Ostentations of this ephemeral world have engulfed us so much that we have hardly any time to think of our own true nature or our Self or Spirituality. When the blows come or the dream is shattered at the slight calamity or disaster, we wonder whether we are living a true life. In the words of a celebrity “when you see death so closely in “Tsunami Floods” or “Gujarat Earthquake”, you realise what frivolous lives you lead.”
Mysteries of life are so complex and this universe is so vast that the intellect can’t explore the realms of unknown. Universe of ours, the universe of senses, the rational is bounded on both sides by illimitable, the unknown, the ever unknown. Reasoning or dead logic won’t be of any help. It is the inspiration, the light which comes from meditation which is an inner journey towards the “unknown making it more that unknown because it can never be known.” It is a subject of vibrations. It is not bookish at all.