Permanence is not Natural
The river keeps flowing and the water is never the
same and so is the case with us, nothing remains the same as time takes its
toll and life keeps changing with the passage of time. That’s why each moment is
incomparable. It has never been before and will never be again! This is
beautiful! It is not a repetition; it is absolutely fresh. We will miss this
freshness if we have a clinging and possessive mind and are seeking something
permanent.
Just think – if we have a permanent self, that
self will be like a rock – even rocks change due to the vagaries of weather. If
there is permanence in the self, then whole of existence will become boring, it
cannot be a celebration. Celebration is possible if each moment brings
something new with it.
Why is there so much frustration in the world? -
because everybody is expecting permanence. And permanence is not the nature of
things. Nothing can be done about it. We have to grow and drop the idea of
permanence. We have to grow and become a flow.
When one is in love - celebrate while it is there!
Don’t start making arrangements so that it is always there; otherwise, we will
miss the moment in making arrangements. And by the time arrangements are ready,
the flower is dead. By the time we are ready to enjoy, the moment has already
gone. And nobody can bring it back, there is no going back. The river is onward
and onward flowing, and we are being thrown to new shores every moment.
This is the problem, the anxiety of humans, the
anguish, that the mind thinks of the shores that are no more. The mind wants to
project the shores that are no more into the future, and every moment the river
is reaching to new shores — unknown, unexpected. But this is beautiful.
Seasons are beautiful, and through seasons every
moment we become new — every moment a new mood, every moment a new nuance of
being; every moment new eyes and a new face. And who says that an old woman is
ugly? The old woman will be ugly if she is still trying to look young; then she
will be ugly. Then her face will be painted… and lipstick and this and that….
But if an old woman accepts old age as natural, as it should be, then we will not
find a more beautiful face than an old face — wrinkled; wrinkled through many
seasons, seasoned; many experiences, mature, grownup.
Everything is beautiful at its moment, and everything has a moment for it. Never be out of step. That’s what is called being religious — never to be out of step. Be true to the moment: when young, be young; when old, be old. And don’t get mixed, otherwise we will be in a mess, and a mess is ugly.
There is no need to do anything on our part really; we
simply have to follow nature. Whatever we do goes wrong. Doing itself is wrong…
simply flow - that is life.
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