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The seventh pot of gold!
As I sat ruminating on today and all the days before today, this story popped into my mind! A fable read on one of those days before today, when I probably was half as old as I am now.
Story of the seven pots
We read those stories, shake our heads at the amazing wisdom it has and then promptly forget about it. Then life plays its course, we waste, oh! a good two or three years and then we sit ruminating on today and all those days before today, and then we remember those stories we should have remembered always in the first place.
For everyone theres always that seventh pot of gold, the sooner we realise its existence and the sooner we stop trying to fill it, the better we are. In all fairness, I too have six full pots of gold and then some more.
Sadly the seventh pot of gold is half full. Great journeys begin with a single step! Giving up an obsession is also a journey in some sense... many baby steps towards, I fumble, I fall, but i get up and walk on...not to the sunset, but to a new dawn!.. I shall not go gentle in to the goodnight!
-thus spake the third eye
Reality check
I can be my own harshest critic, I can at the same time, be my own obsequios flatterer. The trouble with vacillating between both the extremes -one of intense delusions of grandeur bordering on the megalomaniac and the other of wallowing in self pity like almost being a pathetic wimp - is that reality lies somewhere in between.. I am neither ceasar nor am I the crippled leper (althought secretly I hope to be closer to ceasar than the leper). This roller coaster ride of emotions freezes me like a would be road kill caught in the glaring headlights, too scared to be on either side, watching with a fatal transfixation onto the light which doesnt bring relief but sure pain. I got to move, move fast..either forward or backward but just not stand still in endless stupor thinking this too will pass..for there is no such thing as a middle of the road approach...u just get run over if u r in the middle of the road!
-thus spake the third eye
Genesis of a name
we are born, then we are given a name! sometimes it suits us, sometimes it doesnt
some of us just grow into our name or atleast imagine ourselves to have grown so! thankfully someplaces we can choose names, maybe choosing a new name would make for a new start, then again maybe not!
but here I am choosing one more name for one more beginning... trinetra triumbhaka, or simply the third eye! a voice from the clouds said the name..nay not an asiriri (voice from the sky) neither from an asuri...(demon queen) but from a cuddly idli! ;-)
-thus spake the third eye
gently as the clouds disperse so did my previous theblahblah
