The Moonish - An Illusion in reality

For 4.5 billion years, Earth circles the Sun, Never bored, never straying from its run. The Moon clings to Earth, though it could roam, Yet finds no other to call its home. No thought, no doubt, no longing to stray, No intellect’s whisper to pull them away. A marriage eternal, a rhythm divine, From this union, life learns to align. A union unseen, birthing life’s grand spree, Trillions of species in perfect harmony. And here we stand, torn by intellect’s sway, Unaware of the pathless way that shows no way. To revolve, to surrender, to simply be true— This way or that way? It's the no way through. The only way, like no other way, The wayless way, where all ways undo.

Creator's world is without names, Laws don't always follow rules. Memory and conclusions don’t guarantee a safe journey through boundless lands, Where borders aren't made of lines, Of lights, or of sound. The world and I builds inside. Time and space run within. Pain and pleasure stir inside, Life and death burns within. The five elements weave the game When inside becomes the outside, And outside becomes the in, Light becomes the deepest dark, And darkness, where the light begins. Sound becomes death's secret song, While silence whispers life’s true song, If awareness breathes in every moment Then He shines, alone and bright, All else fades, consumed by light.

If I must make noise to maintain the noisy society, If I must talk to match the world, What sound should I choose? Everyone's rushing, eager to teach and to take— How to eat, to sleep, to love, to die, To boast of how great they are. Beyond the hows and whats, beyond wants and needs, Beyond the ceaseless desires and gaps, Past the search for whole or broken, There lies a noise made of silence— An eternal sound, calm and deep. Where our souls find their safe retreat, Where death dies, Love burns without losing its flame, Where the noise of 'you' and 'I' disappears, And time no longer counts the days.

Let there be desires and fears, Pride that rises, shame that sears. Image holds its weight and name, Only in that flickering flame. The day we feel safe enough To reflect our souls through and through- That day you win, and so do I, With nothing to hide, nothing to prove. How you see me, how I see you Matters only when something’s due. Where love is trade, masks remain- But in just being, it fades away. What is the need to even know, When hearts are still and spirits grow? In shedding self, we come alive- And love is where we truly arrive. The journey is not to fix or frame, But to meet ourselves- without a name.

When I try to understand understanding, I finally understand that understanding is understood, yet still understanding. . Understanding requires one who understands and something to be understood. To truly understand, you must have some understanding of what’s being understood. But if you’re full of yourself, understanding can be misunderstood. Questions are the doorway for understanding. Right questions leads to right understanding. To attempt to understand is to form a memory of what’s understood, A memory held close, only for livelihood and convenience. But to become love, drop all memory All that was understood, misunderstood, And I, the understander too. Whether you understand this or not, It hardly matters Logic is void of juice and magic; The magic lies in the silent union, In the unseen flow beyond mere words. For in the absence of understanding, In the surrender of all that was understood and known, Infinite knowledge, unfathomable, Becomes yours to own.

Time as an experience  rushes or lags Time as birth  Where dreams unfurling flags Time as growth through moments we strive Time as death we bid goodbye to life's drive  Time as memory  past etched deep in mind Time as future  dreams we yearn to find Time as trade the deals that we make  Time as opportunities slipping like sand in a lake  Time as day light moments to toil  Time as dark night moments to uncoil Time as travel journeys both far and near Time as money, silver and gold spent or saved, values clear Time as fame fleeting star's dance Time as mistakes chances to enhance Time as festival celebrations soaring high Time as war battles fierce beneath the sky Time as different phases  life From child to youth, then old I see Oh time,  do you wear a face or remain ageless in your pace? -The Moonish An Illusion of Reality

For the hungry, food is the ultimate prize, For the lustful, in passion's fire their heart lies. For the proud, name and fame are the crown, For the fearful, pain, sorrow and death weigh them down. Through hunger, lust, pride and fear's embrace, There lies a grace that transcends the race. One with everything, living without friction, In life's broad scope, beyond our affliction. A realm of wonders, boundless and bright, Awaits beyond these limited narrow sights.

In stillness standing, rooted firm, A plea to be like you, in nature's term. Not settling with sun's warm light, Embracing cold in the dark of night. A shelter wide for birds to sing, Feeding, healing, your fruit does bring. Prayers sanctified in your presence, No sound in pride, yet strong and immense. Wounded by storms, thunder's might, Scorching heat, and stones in flight. Not fighting back, but growing strong. Roots stretching deeper, all along. Spirit unbroken, amid the strife, Vibing with freshness, the joy of life. In your presence, a blissful stance, Nature's embrace, a serene dance.

Life's grand drama This mighty fiery Sun, the tranquil Moon Birds pleasing song, the appeasing rain Mother's caring lap, lover's fondly arm God's guarding feet, this vast cosmic sky Yet, all but a game, light and shadows play

Oceans are vast, but they can't replace the life-giving, pleasing taste of river water. All the self-help books put together can't replace the truth-giving and mind-settling  Bhagavad Gita . All the great and wealthy brought together can't replace the warmth, welcome, and empathy of Indian hearts. All the cuisines, if teamed up, yet can't replace the simple and satisfying Indian cuisine. All the warriors and sacrifices combined together can't match the blood and bravery shed by Indians. All the knowledge united together can't touch the depth of the  Vedas . All the cultures blended together can't match the richness of Indian culture. Anything can catch our eyes, but it takes something big to stay in our hearts. A nation's strength lies in the strength of nationhood in the hearts of its people. Is it a good idea to plant flags in the hearts?

Everyone has their opinions according to their state of mind. The state of mind is based on a pattern of thoughts set due to past memories and impressions; the kind and intensity of emotions (body chemical reactions to thoughts that cause actions); desires/expectations toward life; and identification that is built in the mind, knowingly or unknowingly, which is conducive to your functioning in society (as in good, intelligent/beautiful/loyal/kind/rich, etc.). Right is the definition you set for your life—for your comfort, happiness, and well-being. Your right and others' right may not be the same. The moment you think you are right, you opt to label wrongs. Try not to always change the wrongs of others; accept and love. Love is not the way you live to fulfill the expectations of others; it is what supports life. Love is a solution that does not know the ways and means of harming. Sometimes, being quiet—not enraging emotions; sometimes, guiding when they need (not always); sometime...