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     From Trap To Freedom                                  Let's fly, Be the Butterfly ~Ananta Yogi I have manifested pain for so long in my life, I projected situations, circumstances in my life which leads me towards it. I loved it secretly, It became my companion. Companion which I feared to lose. 😃 😃 One part of me was fighting 🙅‍♂️ with it, another part of me craving 🤦🏼‍♀️ for it. Something inside me was giving me the courage 🧛‍♀️ to face every challenge, struggle, fear, odds in my life and another part of me dying inside and asking God to cease my existence. Cease my soul existence where there is no pain and trouble or memory at all. I used to wear two masks 👥 and neither of them was my TRUE SELF but yes one of them was my current reality which was hard to reveal. ☺️ One of them was tough, bold, happy, fearless, and have don't care attitude. Another hidden one was strong yet wounded, heartbroken, c

The Burden

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We are often concerned about our past behaviours and action. We tend to hang on past even we are aware of the fact that the past is gone. Often people regret mistakes or decisions they made in the past. If it happens for a long time it becomes a vicious cycle where people lose touch with reality. This Zen story beautifully explained this behaviour! "The Burden" Two monks were returning to the monastery in the evening. It had rained and there were puddles of water on the roadsides. At one place a beautiful young woman was standing unable to walk across because of a puddle of water. The elder of the two monks went up to her lifted her and left her on the other side of the road, and continued his way to the monastery. In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and said, “Sir, as monks, we cannot touch a woman ?” The elder monk answered, “yes, brother”. Then the younger monk asks again, “but then Sir, how is that you lifted that woman on the ro

Let me burn in this fire

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Let me burn in this fire Her grief is shattering her soul They are two flames of one fire, He is the only ONE her desire, Now they are apart, Pain are deep down in her heart, Time gave her exile, And she cry like a child, She could have go back to him, He could have hug her tight But she let it go, To make him free, Her heart aches like a hell, Is there was a spell, She immersing in her pain, Tears flowing like a rain, She raise her hand and Whisper ”O God, It’s very dark, And flame is not there to lit his spark, Give him strength to walk on his path, He lacks guile, Give him smile, Make him fly beyond the sky Now there is no aspire, Let me burn in this fire ”.                                      ~ Ananta ~