“Desire,” said the
Buddha, looking deep into his navel, “is the root of all sorrow.” Bind me with
a thousand fetters of love, said the bearded bard from Bengal.
Where does one find
happiness? What indeed is happiness? Being in harmony with ourselves? Being in
harmony with the immediate world of our life? Everyone has a different scale
for happiness. What matters to one is insignificant to the other.
Watch a tender leaf
come alive with the first ray of the sun on it. Hear the contained murmur of
the stream underneath. Watch a contented bird rest after the day’s meal has
been taken. Know the post coital nonchalance of a baboon. Indulge in the deep
blue moonshine. Open up every orifice to let in the world deep into the being.
Life is to be lived.
Do not carry it on your head.
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