Saturday, August 21, 2010

The Universe Of Senses - Piyush K Kashyap

Long before when man was free from everything he owns now, he was a spirit of his senses. He didn't own anything and he hasn't created anything. This spirit of senses lived one with nature, and for this reason nature was one with it. Nothing would change then, or if it changed, everything would. Every time man would open his eyes, all his senses would awaken, and every drop of sense into his body would be the drop of universe at the moment. Time was not questioned as the old and the new were not questioned and for that reason nothing changed and everything was new. Time was not allowed to exist. 

Nothing was there but what his senses would tell him. He would believe them and would never question. Until one day he happened to create something that went over him just like his flow of senses would. The element we now call water. The time was the first when man saw himself. He quickly recognized it's no one else but him, and before the element of water would disappear form his sense he owned his body. The memory of his body was the first creation this spirit of senses has done, but with his very first creation he came to know he was now locked inside his own creation, his body. 

Now every time he would close and open his eyes he would create water to check his own reflection, he saw his body has locked himself so well, he would not change. The act of creation of oneself that has happened created time. A world his senses could perceive but not define, just like the water it would emerge and then disappear. Man concluded, time was changing and time would end, one day just like water. His senses began to panic, he wanted now to control them and that would mean to control the world his senses would create. This was when man took a deep breathe in and felt the air. Air was the medium of his senses, he had known now, and he was in continuous effort to capture it. He would fail every time. 

The spirit of senses had known by now that he has started a journey of creations, the more he created, more he made boundaries for himself. The more he owned, he would own nothing. But he couldn't chose to leave this journey. Where else he can go? He was a prisoner of his own body. Now his senses would ask questions, compare and judge. The Universe would change now and wouldn't know why? He would not be a part of it because no more he was the spirit of senses he used to be. The spirits where now locked in perception of his own senses.

Man was annoyed and he wanted to forget everything he has done. He closes his eyes and begins to meditate. He       
wants his spirits to be free, he wants his spirits to exist with the universe and not with himself. He wants to forget the reflection his senses would make of everything after he had a reflection of his own. 

After long and long time of meditation, man begins to lose the idea of what time is. His sense are sleeping and spirits are empty. He finally loses himself and awakens. Everything is new! He closes his eyes again and reopens, everything is still new. The spirits are free and the Universe is the Universe of senses again. Nothing is owned and nothing is created. Everything exists and exists one with the man, who is nothing else but a spirit of his own senses.





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