Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Make your last thought a pleasant one

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What is the last thing you think about before you embrace sleep?

I usually review my day or make plans for the next one. If there's something nagging my mind, I try to see it o
bjectively, rationally.

This i
s the time when my mind wanders wantonly. Without structure. Without boundaries.

I float back and forth in the past and present with a part of my brain looking through a keyhole into the future.

Last night, as I was tossing and turning after a rather aggravating day, I decided to focus on one thing: the one positive highlight that made me feel good inside. That introduced joy to my heart. That
made me smile.

It was a tiny green hummingbird outside my office window. It flitted above the flower-less bushes just long enough to leave me mesmerized. Even if for a couple of precious seconds.

Wound up in all the commotion of the day, I hadn't even given that short-lived
experience a second thought. Until that time in bed.

I recapt
ured that moment in time. Rewound it and saw it in slow motion. Lived it again.

I felt peace sweep over me.

Content, I drifted off.

This morning I decided I would make it a nightly exercise. When reviewing the day in bed, I'd think of the one thing, as trivial as it might be, that gave me a moment of happiness. A sight, a
smell, a taste, a gesture ...

Small things sometimes light up the gloomiest of days. Things we most often fail to
notice. Things that register, but not quite.

It is in the simplicity of everyday moments that life's true beauty is revealed.

I'll leave you with a poem I wrote many years ago about the essence of life:

A cuckoo on a mango tree;

A spider’s web; a buzzing bee;

A blooming bud on a thorny stem;

Dewdrops sparkling like little gems;

The sun rising in the eastern sky,

Flocks of birds soaring high;

The full moon spreading its radiant glow,

Stars that shine all night through;

The neighing of a grazing horse;

Walls covered by a carpet of moss;

An ant carrying a grain of rice,

Ever heard the talks of mice?

Butterflies romancing with the flowers;

Buffaloes chewing the cud for hours;

A kitten’s purr; a sparrow’s chirp;

Snails crawling round a herb;

A rabbit twitching its pink nose;

Water in the river that incessantly flows;

Wind blowing the pollen grains;

The smell of the earth when it rains;

A puppy lapping milk from a bowl;

Ever noticed the burrow of a mole?

Life is work and work is life,

Man always walks on the road of strife,

But – pause a moment and look around -

A treasure of beauty you will have found;

And you’ll cherish these moments for a long time to come,

These gifts of nature can never be summed.

The burden of work is overwhelmingly gripping,

But, these are the things that make life worth living!

© Mansi Bhatia.


What is my Purpose?

Yesterday's post was about leaving your life in God's hands. It was about acknowledging that we do not have to worry, because what happens is not really in our hands. We are co-creators, in that we can create our dreams, follow them and succeed in them, but what happens along the way, really, is not possible to fore tell.

It is like finding out what your purpose in life is. Can you really dream your purpose?
Can you follow a dream and think that because you enjoy it it must be your purpose?

It seems that having a purpose in life and finding out what your purpose is in life gets very fuzzy. They are not the same, even if they do overlap.

God/Source/Divine, knows what you where created for, because you were made by God. You can create situations, you can think ideas you can even find purpose in all you create, but how do you know what was God's purpose for creating you?

You can only do this by looking to God.

You do not find out how that builder built that house by asking yourself. You can find out how to build a house by reading books on how to build a house, or attend a course, or even speculate. You need to ask that builder how he built that house and for what purpose.

When you want information about something you go to the SOURCE (God)

So, we have our dreams, we have our patience, our faith, we put in the work and we respect that each venture (dream) is unique and we end up with a reality. Does this give us the purpose we so crave?

It may give you purpose, but are you any nearer to knowing what you are doing here, why you are on this earth?

If it doesn't bother you, then, carry on with your dreams, sow your seeds and wait patiently, believe in yourself using all the ingredients of success at your feet.

If you are not fulfilled with this reality, then you are asking,

'What is my purpose?'

Ask God, ask with an open mind. Forget all you know (for now) about achieving your goals, forget all you have learnt about looking within (for now). Ask God you want to know your purpose.

He may send you the answer with your Angels, you may find out through your soul's chosen spiritual teacher; Jesus, Holy Spirit, Buddha etc. You may find out through your Higher Self.

'Ask, and it shall be given you; seek; and you shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you. For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. [Matthew 7:7-8]

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