Consciously concentrate

I sat through the night in the darkness contemplating whether i am in the right place,right era. Sometimes i wonder if i am nickel and dime. Sometimes i wonder,is it just me failing in everything, is it just me for whom the world has fallen apart. I feel the hurricane roaring withing me, tearing me apart, glistening my cheecks. Nomatter, how hard i try, eachtime they come back compounded. I cerebrated, where i went wrong, i pondered what went wrong. I looked around for someone to decipher my agony and distraught. And one day, i came back debilitated, lost to the battle. I closed my eyes and sat there, letting the darkness seep through the crevices. I let it flow unflattering. I let those tears gravitate. I sat there as hours passed.

When i opened my eyes, i was in the same place,crowded with the same situation. I was in the same room with dawdling nothingness. But this time i fell for the darkness, this time it dint bother me. This time i realised, never hold something which is supposed to flow. The mountains dont hold the rivers flowing through it. It just falls for it and waits for it to come back. for days it lives with the engrave,a remembrance of their romance. This time i realised love is giving somebody wings to fly far and wide. Love is freedom. Love is falling for the raw and not the illusion because illusion will fade but truth always stays. Love is when space is not an issue and silence is not a limitation.

This time i realised nomatter how lost you feel, you will find your way back home. Have you ever seen a river lost its path to ocean? It just wanders, soaking the freedom and life. Nomatter how difficult it seem, you will reach your destination. The river cuts through the mountains, capering over the rocks, revitalizing the stones, roaring through the stipulation. Through its passage it doesnt forget to sparkle beauty and whisper life into the breathing and the not so breathing. It doesnt forget to illustrate calmness and patience, tolerance and strength. It takes away prayers and tears, sins and bones. It doesnt question, it just strives, day and night.

This time i realised, there is nothing difficult or easy, nothing bad or good. The more i disillusioned myself into this thought, more of my fraught started respiring, till i understood, that the time and the situation is never constant. They come to teach you, and if you dont perceive you suffer. When the monsoon comes, the tree loses all its flowers and leaves, but it stands strong and patient. Not for once forgetting its purpose. It stands alone and waits for the spring to reinstate. For its arms to blossom with flowers and leaves. It doesnt resent for the bees not singing to it, butterflies not dancing or the children not playing. It doesnt forget to breathe in the rancour or show gesture to the wind. And i realised expections and attachments to the outcome of your craft is like asking for a reward for the gift.

This time, i realised nothing has actually changed but my perception, and that has changed every dimension of life. If you see and not perceive, it just exists without value. If you hear and not understand, its just precipitates without your knowledge. This time, i realised there is answer for everything only if you seek with proper quest. This time i realised nothing stays but the truth. And truth is present. Truth is growth. Truth is the flow of energy within you, if you manage to consciously concentrate.