As India celebrates it's republic day, I celebrate 1st day of the 27th year of the existence of my body. It has done a good job till now of carrying me around other than going through a little bit of wear and tear. Though, that is expected when you are carrying 1000s of lives of baggage inside you. It has been a successful life so far because I have been able to sit still for 30 mins and feel my body dissolve into the clothes and feel it radiating as it fused into the room. As with all people who earn a living out of thinking, it's difficult to stop thinking, but I try. I hope it didn't happen because the circulation of blood was obstructed in the whole body, as it happens sometimes with my legs.
For about a year now, I had Van Gogh's starry night on my desktop, I put it up as the wallpaper then because it struck a cord with me. I didn't try to understand the abstraction of the painting then, but today when I looked at it after having felt my body disappear, I saw that the sun, the sky, the moon and the stars in the painting are not distinct. They are all fused together by the invisible hand of the painter which had painted it all. There is a certain boundary and the dark large bush, that separates the houses and the village from the sky, but then isn't that why we are born as humans, to transcend it?
Of late I have been doing a lot of work for the first time in my life and I have to find time to do some reading to release this stress in addition to the one accumulated by the longing for everything that I don't posses. Eknath's Passage Meditation and Patanjali's Yoga Sutras have been helped me well so far.