There is an old Tibetan Buddhist saying that: “We cry when we are born, while the world celebrates; and the world cries when we die, but for us it is a chance for liberation. “The bardo” means the intermediate state between life and death, the feeling of numbness, mind freezes, heart pounding, the total rupture in who I-am-ness, the intermediate state of life and death. The time where the world flashes behind and the moment when the soul leaves the body. The moments when we no longer believe we have control over our circumstances, and we feel vulnerable and exposed, are the times when we can uncover the creative possibilities in our lives. The existence of our life is uncertain. So far, we've clung to the notion of a natural flow in our lives, providing us with a misleading sense of security on fabricated foundations. In doing this, we've overlooked the true essence of our existence. The imagination of the very uncertain things or what we called delusion is what kept us clung together in this world. The very existence of our life, does it matter to anyone? The journey we've undertaken, the choices we've embraced, the opportunities we've passed by, the individuals we've encountered—all these factors have lost their significance. Our ability to deceive ourselves has been our survival tool through every challenging circumstance. The art of delusion has kept us alive in every difficult situation. Rabindranath Tagore wrote in The Postmaster “Oh! foolish human heart, delusion never breaks off, the dictates of reason come but too late, the strongest proofs are set aside and false hopes are clung to with the whole life and heart, till at last the nerves are torn asunder, the blood of the heart sucked up, hope flies away, then one comes to one’s senses and again the heart yearns for the snares of a second delusion.”
the day i waited
One day,
The day I longed for shall surely arrive,
When peace triumphs over violence's strife,
Gone are the days when desires did strive,
Silent raindrops on my forehead will derive.
To seize the escape route to a distant sphere,
Leaving behind the vessel that was never near,
Embracing freedom with each step, no fear,
In the enigma of the unknown, I'll appear.
Beneath the stars, where my spirit takes flight,
A symphony of hope in the cosmic design,
In the realm of the unknown, where dreams unite,
In that boundless expanse, my essence shall shine.
One day!
