It’s a very difficult experience to jot it down, there is this smell of wet grass on ground which has water on it, not the pouring water kind but sprinkled one.
Ya! I like that smell, its moves in my nose for long. I do not why..... & later it brings an itch where I want to touch my nose, scratch it all again. I like that gesture of mine; sometimes you need others to tell you what you like about yourself...... I did not know. Well some things are so natural, I never think of them. Anyway it’s not that what I want to write.
It did arose strong, as if its rebel inside, looked out to be. Actually..... its self realization.
Well well well, how much does it make meaning? Not to all, realization term differs so much.
In true sense, its control over mind, hmm.....exactly this is what it is.
Decide what you want, when you want & how you want. Then Just go behind it.
Capture a power of mind, be a hunter, hold on your mind, make it work like you want.. Then simply mind will follow you...
Mind, no no I am not gona write about it, well there so many who describe what it is in very creative yet simple way..
I am Marathi reader; the situation reminds me Bahina bai's poem
“man lahari lahari, tyale hati dhare kon?
Ya! I like that smell, its moves in my nose for long. I do not why..... & later it brings an itch where I want to touch my nose, scratch it all again. I like that gesture of mine; sometimes you need others to tell you what you like about yourself...... I did not know. Well some things are so natural, I never think of them. Anyway it’s not that what I want to write.
It did arose strong, as if its rebel inside, looked out to be. Actually..... its self realization.
Well well well, how much does it make meaning? Not to all, realization term differs so much.
In true sense, its control over mind, hmm.....exactly this is what it is.
Decide what you want, when you want & how you want. Then Just go behind it.
Capture a power of mind, be a hunter, hold on your mind, make it work like you want.. Then simply mind will follow you...
Mind, no no I am not gona write about it, well there so many who describe what it is in very creative yet simple way..
I am Marathi reader; the situation reminds me Bahina bai's poem
“man lahari lahari, tyale hati dhare kon?
undaral undaral, jasa vara vahadan “
“man pakharoo pakharoo, tyachi kay sangu mat?
ata vhat bhuivar, gel gel abhalat “
Mind is like a wind flies from here to there.
Mind is like birds, it’s on earth for moment & it’s in sky for another moment.
Hmmm its rebel in me, I am able to get that out & I am thinking where this was all time?
Be new every time... Like that smell of wet grass on ground, where water is sprinkled n not poured... The smell is arousing all its way... Like that rebel... New every time...
