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Defined the concepts blind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-329727806531192857</id><published>2012-01-14T09:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:07:36.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master-disciple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfolding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blossoming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disciple'/><title type='text'>~Blossoming~</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought or observed this process called "blossoming". let us ponder a little deeper into that beyondness of the expression, beauty!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A beautiful flower, indeed when its all open and emanating fragrances all around or just simply being there. But, neither the tree knows of a potential bud nor the bud knows about its own blossoming. Yet its all happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One may choose to observe a bud as closely as possible and yet may fail to pin point the exact time of every petal unfolding into its open space. Simply it is beyond the time. Its there simply available to existence, just that its not aware of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can possibly happen when awareness is bestowed in this process? Do we get to unfold each petal and plan it and place it as you wish? that would be probably the most kiddish idea. we can possibly have a world of game with tons and tons of ideas but wonder if any of them could ever take us anywhere near to what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Techniques and theories can help us to a certain extent in just enabling to touch the platform. But from thereon, unless the same is dropped, the very same becomes the biggest trap ever possible. Thats when we come across people struggling and holding their heads, not knowing what to do . The mind is so used and finds it easy to do something or follow something but to remain simply available becomes the huge task. The bud is simply available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its that simple availability that opens the door for grace to enter and let the blossoming happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tree unlike a human being is not moving around with a mind. Existence has made it remain in one place with no mind. Unfortunately, we the human beings , firstly need to come to that stillness of the mind and therefore the techniques have been compassionately deviced by our great sages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remain truly grateful to all thats happening to you with out any discrimination.  Personally speaking, the ultimate blessing for a disciple is to come into contact with a Master and from thereon, simply remain available to him. The bud is bound to blossom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, if one keeps accumulating ideas and information even after coming into contact with the Master, it only reflects the kiddish idea of executing the unfolding of petals. Transformation happens when we remain simply as a bud and keep ourselves available to Him. Mysteries are not for the logical minds. Connectivity happens, it can not be dissected to find the two points . There is no plug, there is no socket yet it happens. Thats His grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blow away the ideas, drop the some, remain the being!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-329727806531192857?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/329727806531192857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=329727806531192857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/329727806531192857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/329727806531192857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2012/01/blossoming.html' title='~Blossoming~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-1525054027213062689</id><published>2011-12-03T11:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:33:02.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master-disciple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratefulness'/><title type='text'>~ Master The Mirror ~</title><content type='html'>No stranger you were&lt;div&gt;Stood as a spotless mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existence placed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply infront of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stylish it may appear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To wear the shades and stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this world of polarities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naked truth blinded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside as a mirror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside as a pointer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both in and out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are there silently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working miracles of mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply letting the shades drop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest to unfold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my ownself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, here i am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naked as ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing, it is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-1525054027213062689?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1525054027213062689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=1525054027213062689&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1525054027213062689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1525054027213062689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2011/12/master-mirror.html' title='~ Master The Mirror ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-4081742254829316667</id><published>2011-11-09T17:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:17:33.500+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirguna Akshara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master-disciple'/><title type='text'>~ Are You Available ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XiQ-8YQOt0/TrpyPM8_oPI/AAAAAAAABUM/Wy6pmy9yBUE/s1600/almozo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XiQ-8YQOt0/TrpyPM8_oPI/AAAAAAAABUM/Wy6pmy9yBUE/s320/almozo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672972286127218930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;T’was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Thought it scarcely worth his while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;To waste much time on the old violin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;But held it up with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;  "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;"Who’ll start the bidding for me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;"A dollar, a dollar," then, two! Only two? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;"Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;  "Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Going for three . . . "But no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;From the room, far back, a grey haired man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Came forward and picked up the bow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;  Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;And tightening the loose strings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt; He played a melody pure and sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;As a caroling angel sings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;  The music ceased, and the auctioneer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt; With a voice that was quiet and low, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;And he held it up with the bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;  "A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Two thousand! And who’ll make it three? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;And going and gone," said he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;  The people cheered, but some of them cried, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;"We do not quite understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;What changed its worth?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Swift came the reply: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;"The touch of a master’s hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;  And many a man with life out of tune, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;And battered and scarred with sin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Much like the old violin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;  A "mess of potage," a glass of wine; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;A game, and he travels on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;He is "going" once, and "going" twice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt; He’s "going" and almost "gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;  But the Master comes and the foolish crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;Never can quite understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; background-color: white; margin-top: 0.1pt; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-left: 0in; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(110, 110, 110); "&gt;By the touch of the Master’s hand. --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Poem by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt; Myra Brooks Welch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let the foolish crowd choose to be as what they want to be.  May we as disciples remain to be available to the Touch of The Master!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-4081742254829316667?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4081742254829316667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=4081742254829316667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4081742254829316667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4081742254829316667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2011/11/are-you-available.html' title='~ Are You Available ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5XiQ-8YQOt0/TrpyPM8_oPI/AAAAAAAABUM/Wy6pmy9yBUE/s72-c/almozo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-68499343720585375</id><published>2011-08-21T12:52:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:03:35.859+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Freedom ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neither a victim of your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;own ignorance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nor a victim of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone else's ignorance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clarity that clears the path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;paves the way to just be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;letting the unfolding happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as its meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Responding in awareness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to the needs of the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rejecting none, accepting none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;simply being available to the One!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh!! what a freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indeed it is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-68499343720585375?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/68499343720585375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=68499343720585375&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/68499343720585375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/68499343720585375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2011/08/freedom.html' title='~ Freedom ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-1121673781549566883</id><published>2011-07-26T08:27:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:06:04.841+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self.atman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciouness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Unveiling ~</title><content type='html'>A beautiful story that i heard and i would like to share it here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lady walks into the market and was astonished to see a man carving a fish out of a huge log of wood. She just could not believe her eyes and stops to strike a conversation with him. She asks him if its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to talk to him and the man says its perfectly fine. So, she asks him,"how is it you are able to carve this fish without even a picture or a model &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of you". The man replies," I am a fisherman and i am only removing that which is not the fish. The fish unveils on its own."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, My!! what a simple pointer yet so powerful !                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that one needs to do is to be aware of who you are and just keep removing that which you are not. Rest reveals by its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ownself&lt;/span&gt;. You do nothing. Adi Sankara keeps reminding the same process with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Neti&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neti&lt;/span&gt;".(not this, not this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-1121673781549566883?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1121673781549566883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=1121673781549566883&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1121673781549566883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1121673781549566883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2011/07/unveiling.html' title='~ Unveiling ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-5102322916337672145</id><published>2011-04-23T21:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:09:04.149+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shivam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shiva'/><title type='text'>~ Shiva ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10gmIONAF-Q/TqqURCReAwI/AAAAAAAABUA/ud1PBF7l4jc/s1600/23042011632.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10gmIONAF-Q/TqqURCReAwI/AAAAAAAABUA/ud1PBF7l4jc/s320/23042011632.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668506101388018434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beyond the beauty of that statue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exists the stillness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; here and now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May be its the sculptor's skill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That captures the eyes at first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But not for long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the same eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;simply choose to close gently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to slip and slide within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the depths of silence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amidst the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bhajans&lt;/span&gt; and devotees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the all pervading serenity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lets you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;may you experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shivam&lt;/span&gt;, you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before you lay down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shavam&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-5102322916337672145?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5102322916337672145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=5102322916337672145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5102322916337672145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5102322916337672145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2011/04/shiva.html' title='~ Shiva ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10gmIONAF-Q/TqqURCReAwI/AAAAAAAABUA/ud1PBF7l4jc/s72-c/23042011632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-846680533645490330</id><published>2011-02-28T14:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-01T06:46:21.963+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~Exception To Exceptional~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do not accept exceptions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not react and reject exceptions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exception...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the way creation is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embracing exceptions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May enable the benediction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To remain exceptional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untouched by the polarities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of pleasure and pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of explanations and examples...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exceptionally aware of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silently witnessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The facts around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freedom to exit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is nolonger a division&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply an extension&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right here and now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-846680533645490330?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-542088821822061292</id><published>2010-12-31T20:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-01T06:45:41.653+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benediction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ New Year Wishes ~</title><content type='html'>Transient in &lt;div&gt;time and space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet ingrained as real in mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An event named as New year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new for some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old for others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as time and space would place them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;begun, yet to begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;born and gone as countdown goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all happening, simply transient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know it WELL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the world's event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfold to truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to know the unreal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to be the Real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the grace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the benediction of the Masters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bestow the awareness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the Best of all wishes to happen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-542088821822061292?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/542088821822061292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-2894059365054241680</id><published>2010-12-16T08:30:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-16T08:35:34.017+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bornagain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ownself'/><title type='text'>~ Bornagain ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Written longback, happened to rediscover recently, let me dwell in the memories of the state of mind with the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;powerful moments for my ownself....here it is, now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;born with a body and mind&lt;br /&gt;unknown to my ownself&lt;br /&gt;an orphan to the self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there comes a time&lt;br /&gt;where rebirth happens&lt;br /&gt;by the grace of the Divine&lt;br /&gt;in the form of Guru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bornagain to know my&lt;br /&gt;OWNSELF&lt;br /&gt;embraced by the love of&lt;br /&gt;MASTER&lt;br /&gt;even amidst the whirlwind&lt;br /&gt;IT swayed so gracefully....&lt;br /&gt;no flood could wash IT&lt;br /&gt;just flowed through IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are the protective arms&lt;br /&gt;looking for alms now&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the child has&lt;br /&gt;to learn to stand on ITS own&lt;br /&gt;if i am a child&lt;br /&gt;mother, you will not withdraw&lt;br /&gt;your loving protective arms&lt;br /&gt;if i am an adult&lt;br /&gt;i will no longer be&lt;br /&gt;longing for...&lt;br /&gt;so who am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an orphan in a barren land.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both the orphan and the barren land&lt;br /&gt;still belong to YOU.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nolonger an orphan of the limited&lt;br /&gt;body and mind&lt;br /&gt;just an orphan......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-2894059365054241680?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8880978222985626704</id><published>2010-11-07T13:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:16:18.490+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equanimity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balanced mind'/><title type='text'>~ Divine ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;naction or in action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;may the flow of breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be steady and smooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may the mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mind its equanimity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the matter has to face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may the breath, body and mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be filled with your grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to simply just be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for its nothing but divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, here and everywhere....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8880978222985626704?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8880978222985626704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8880978222985626704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8880978222985626704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8880978222985626704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/11/divine.html' title='~ Divine ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6665065152087566737</id><published>2010-09-06T18:33:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:51:43.185+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ concepts ~</title><content type='html'>A recent incident illustrates the deep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rootedness&lt;/span&gt; of the mind with concepts, blinding the individual from just seeing it as it is...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In India, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tulsi&lt;/span&gt; plant is considered as sacred and is usually placed in front of the entrance or the backyard entrance. It is generally worshiped in a traditional way with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kumkum&lt;/span&gt; and other ritualistic methods. So, it is nothing but natural for many traditionalist to look at it with a special eye than compared to many many other plants. Undoubtedly, the plant is well known for its exceptional herbal and medicinal qualities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, i prefer to manure the plants with naturally available sources from the kitchen such as vegetable peels, egg shells, etc. It so happened that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tulsi&lt;/span&gt; plant too got its share of crushed egg shells along with the rest of the plants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone had a look at the presence of egg shells in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tulsi&lt;/span&gt; plant, it was a shock. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldnot&lt;/span&gt; accept that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tulsi&lt;/span&gt; plant can indeed be nurtured with egg shells, without harming anyone or even the plant. I do understand the sentimental value behind that person but indeed it is pitiable that such deep rooted concepts blind the individual to see the plant as just a plant but prefer to label it, lock it and expect others to value that opinion too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignorance, in various forms such as these concepts emerge every now and then, only to blind the individual to realize and see the truth as it is. Indeed, one needs to be aware of this. Wisdom is all about to see it as it is....without any labels, any boundaries....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6665065152087566737?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6665065152087566737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6665065152087566737&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6665065152087566737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6665065152087566737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/09/concepts.html' title='~ concepts ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-1282372970462677796</id><published>2010-08-22T09:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:15:51.797+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratefulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divinity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Presence ~</title><content type='html'>"Servant" is what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;label&lt;/span&gt; the society has offered her for all the great help she does in completing the household chores. To me she is just another extended member of our family....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may i call it as sheer blessing, when she happened to step into our home and asked me if i need a servant. Quiet and clean work is all that she offers. she never gave me a chance to point out any work to be done or even redone, rather left me wondered the way she moves around with work and leaves me filled with immense gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i offer the cup of coffee everyday morning as soon as she comes, the time she spends drinking that coffee is a moment to watch...an unusual calmness and simply being total with that drinking. she is in no hurry to gulp it down as many who belong to her community may do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, she surprised me even more, when she picked up that cup of coffee and walked to the living room balcony which has a wonderful view, spent those few, yet quiet moments sipping the coffee and returned back to continue the work... i may not be sure if she was aware of her actions but am doubly sure with the way The Divine presents its abundant presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of the day, all that remains is simply to answer the question,"are we present to the presence of Divinity everywhere and in everyone ?" Its our awareness that opens the vision to the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the benediction be bestowed to be in the Divinity and may we be grateful to all The Great Masters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-1282372970462677796?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1282372970462677796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=1282372970462677796&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1282372970462677796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1282372970462677796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/08/presence.html' title='~ Presence ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7700905774884200948</id><published>2010-05-18T19:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:21:28.106+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='source'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unlimited space'/><title type='text'>~ Space ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seasons define the weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Season-less is the Space!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer it is now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super hot is the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until a moment ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sudden changes in space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As though just walking out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the showroom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With cool attire of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clouds and raindrops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filling the air with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fresh new aroma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still a Space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changeless as it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all the changes too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Source of the Space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come, feel and just be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7700905774884200948?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7700905774884200948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7700905774884200948&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7700905774884200948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7700905774884200948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/05/space.html' title='~ Space ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-4436201545649490509</id><published>2010-05-13T11:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:23:23.655+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creattion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creator'/><title type='text'>~ Part ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A part, indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of a family, friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;society, group, organization....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In truth, am i part?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That which began as a creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be a part of all these&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is bound to depart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when alive or dead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If so, is there a part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is never apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from all the parts of the creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its neither a part nor apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet appears to be a part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only to point to the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is whole and one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the creator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creation to feel the part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creator to realize The One,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The complete one, indeed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-4436201545649490509?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4436201545649490509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=4436201545649490509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4436201545649490509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4436201545649490509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/05/part.html' title='~ Part ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-704088040906388878</id><published>2010-05-08T07:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:16:35.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connectivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='source'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ UnKnown ~</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; blog is amazing!    who wrote all the stuff that is put up? "&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most beautiful and contemplative comment i have ever received. A young body with a fearless mind, springing and flowing like a natural stream with no reservations, no inhibitions.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"who wrote?" -- to claim as i wrote is ignorance, to deny that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; write is also not correct. Then what is it?.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, may be doesn't it sound like 'who am i?" to claim that I am the body or mind is ignorance, similarly to deny them too is ignorance. It is both and beyond too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writing happened by the body and the thoughts happened in the mind, sprung from the connectivity with the source. When the mind is connected with the source in the depths of silence, the flow happens and reveals as an expression of writing, if it wishes so. else, remains exclusive, the unknown to the known.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the individual lets this happening flow like a pure stream, without any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disconnectivity&lt;/span&gt;, the fragrance is bound to emanate. It is not only with writing that happens, even while we read others that sprung from the source, it is the same experience. The base is the connectivity and the one common is the source. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;, just like the source in so many bodies, each form has a distinguished feature.The touch of the individual may probably be referred to as the style. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how, each one of us may seem to have a distinct style of writing or for that matter anything else too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness is the key to this entire process, if you may wish to call it so. there is no deadlines, no competitions, none to be impressed, not even the desire to write all that springs..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the beauty! just allowing it to flow as it wishes too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful learning graced by The Master, grateful to Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-704088040906388878?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/704088040906388878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=704088040906388878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/704088040906388878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/704088040906388878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/05/unknown.html' title='~ UnKnown ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8688043324591504665</id><published>2010-04-16T08:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:51:02.356+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pointers'/><title type='text'>~ Benedictions ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blind to the blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unwilling to share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk in selfishness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk away from The Self!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pointers to realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the benediction all around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some do turn within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to share that which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;belongs to all and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remain grateful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few, no matter, what it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continue to trek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the terrain of selfishness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;engulfed in loneliness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8688043324591504665?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8688043324591504665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8688043324591504665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8688043324591504665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8688043324591504665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/04/benedictions.html' title='~ Benedictions ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6345717545920628191</id><published>2010-03-14T08:07:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:46:55.464+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body mind functioning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Eternity ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/S6BzsRdcTAI/AAAAAAAABH4/STjZYNuOHnY/s1600-h/neyyar+dam+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/S6BzsRdcTAI/AAAAAAAABH4/STjZYNuOHnY/s320/neyyar+dam+011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449482753556630530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best of shots captured by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thro&lt;/span&gt; the senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enter the album of the Self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as moments of glimpses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from duality to non duality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as oneness of Divine eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something else, so far, realized as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an extension of your own self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just as shots at different times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and at different places of the space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but arising from the one camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and going back to the one album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The forever eternity......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6345717545920628191?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6345717545920628191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6345717545920628191&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6345717545920628191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6345717545920628191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/03/eternity.html' title='~ Eternity ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/S6BzsRdcTAI/AAAAAAAABH4/STjZYNuOHnY/s72-c/neyyar+dam+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3839649800171004887</id><published>2010-02-13T07:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-13T08:01:04.226+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratefulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shivam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alive'/><title type='text'>~ Shiva..m ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes chose to embrace gently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simply to let me dwell deep within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surging up like a lightening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stillness bestowed to realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The silence thats within and without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even while the sense chose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To fill the ear with Divineful music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aware to the aliveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All alone in meditativeness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To express the effects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In words as here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can the cause be contained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In words of limitedness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow down in grateful silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My own Beloved source...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3839649800171004887?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3839649800171004887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3839649800171004887&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3839649800171004887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3839649800171004887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/02/shivam.html' title='~ Shiva..m ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7830714194284532340</id><published>2010-01-17T07:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-17T08:58:45.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choiceless choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freewill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body mind functioning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrated self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fearless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Choiceless choice ~</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a blogger friend's post, here i am expanding on the subject.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we really have a choice to choose the kind of people with whom we are more compatible? if only we can, how lovely it would be, may say the minds of many. Starting from the worldly relationships to the spiritual associations, it is a battle that goes on outwardly or quietly suppressed within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the cause for this? a very simple reply,"DESIRE". desire chases satisfaction and satisfaction chases desire. End result, engulfed in the flame of self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;centeredness&lt;/span&gt;. Any association with such a virus is sure to have its effects. Fever, commonly encountered by almost everyone is a classic example. The virus affected body and mind can represent a thousand shades of reactions and responses. Some people are totally engulfed by the flame of the virus and they lose their own self. One may even have to wonder, just a fever and this person looks like as if he is in his death bed. It is a clear sign of the mind too getting affected by the virus. Strangely, someone on death bed, may still be bubbling with full of liveliness(even without uttering a word) which is again the sign of freedom of the mind from virus. Body and mind are undoubtedly interconnected, yet that which makes the difference in expression is the self-connectedness or self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;centerednes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Virus or no virus, there is always a possibility to remain in the domain of freedom. No one willingly asks for a cancer, but, if bestowed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; embrace it lovingly and remain free from its clutches. Similarly, when bestowed with the best health, do not blast it in the flame of self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;centeredness&lt;/span&gt; but again embrace it lovingly with gratefulness. Sounds easy? but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the beauty of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;choiceless&lt;/span&gt; choice. Nothing comes easily and all that one pays to pave way is to meditate and remain connected with your own self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roller-coaster, it is, with ups and downs, choose to be fearless to remain free. Enjoy the moments of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;freeness&lt;/span&gt; with your own self no matter what the outside association may present, bubbly or moody! try not to confine within the walls of desire, however silly or noble it may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move to the expanded vastness of freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awareness in both the zones is essential. Not to reject anything, like the uninvited virus. One has to be only aware of it and attend to it on the surface of the body and watch it from the mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets move from self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;centeredness&lt;/span&gt; to Self-connectedness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7830714194284532340?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7830714194284532340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7830714194284532340&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7830714194284532340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7830714194284532340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2010/01/choiceless-choice.html' title='~ Choiceless choice ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7947875737991562543</id><published>2009-12-15T07:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:50:18.024+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unmanifested'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manifested'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciousness'/><title type='text'>~ Consciousness ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Stop running around, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;In search&lt;/span&gt; of the money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut up and sit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;for awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may bounce on the Real booty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delight in the dissolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the limited to the unlimited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be with the form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be aware of the awareness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interact with the manifested&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realize the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unmanifested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That abides within and without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as one and the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consciousness....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7947875737991562543?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7947875737991562543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7947875737991562543&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7947875737991562543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7947875737991562543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/12/consciousness.html' title='~ Consciousness ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7685440487642285952</id><published>2009-10-28T16:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:28:23.163+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakened'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bamboo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorant'/><title type='text'>~Buddha n Bamboo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/SugipGBLSBI/AAAAAAAABGY/mOnEL4lY3Zw/s1600-h/buddha+n+bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/SugipGBLSBI/AAAAAAAABGY/mOnEL4lY3Zw/s400/buddha+n+bamboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buddha atop or&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;buddha at the bottom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;buddha it is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bamboo in a pot or&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bamboo in a jar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;needs something ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buddha, the awakened&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;needs none and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;remains one with everyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moving from the bamboo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to the buddha is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to just be...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7685440487642285952?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7685440487642285952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7685440487642285952&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7685440487642285952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7685440487642285952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/10/buddha-n-bamboo.html' title='~Buddha n Bamboo~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/SugipGBLSBI/AAAAAAAABGY/mOnEL4lY3Zw/s72-c/buddha+n+bamboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-1191596561007914379</id><published>2009-10-23T17:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:50:48.354+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ ONE ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/SuGfWTwfEBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/bkme2aGKG-k/s1600-h/DSC04367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/SuGfWTwfEBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/bkme2aGKG-k/s400/DSC04367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-1191596561007914379?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1191596561007914379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=1191596561007914379&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1191596561007914379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1191596561007914379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/10/one_23.html' title='~ ONE ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/SuGfWTwfEBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/bkme2aGKG-k/s72-c/DSC04367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3598875649981923026</id><published>2009-09-25T08:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:55:57.544+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='division'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connectedness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ InDiviDual ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some words on contemplation may have different interpretations. Some may just pop up from nowhere and start to unveil and one such word is "Individual" and wish to share that which followed..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even while addressing to someone, we do say as, "This individual ...." A hidden version, probably can reveal the meaning as In - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Divi&lt;/span&gt; - Dual. That is, in division, in duality. Ignoring the usual surface usage, does it not reflect the content of a highly individualistic personality? The one who is always caught in division and lives in duality. Probably, that may sound apt for describing an individualistic personality where he or she struggles to be a part of the whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mind of a part of the whole, is like an extension of the source and hence there is no struggle or trying to unite etc...Whereas, in division, there is a clear cut demarcation and hence calls for all techniques to try to unite. A classic example of a divided mind can be, like, when you approach such a person and ask for let us say, a pen to write, for a moment, if you observe , you may notice the difference in the body expression and sometimes even in words. The hands would go to pick up the pen to give and even before reaching it, you will find the person saying, "it is there, take it". There is a clash of thoughts which may be present for a moment or much longer too. It is the division that results in duality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In being a part of the whole, even while having an exclusive touch for one's own self, there is no demarcation, no division and hence the movement is like a smooth transition from one to another. It is like having an unseen bridge to travel from one side to the other. It is ever connected. A twin city, yet belonging to the same state. An extension of the same. It would appear to merge and move apart too, but deep within it is just one and the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may address or be addressed as individuals, but, let us be aware of the hidden division and duality and remain as one forever...As forms(division) we may have different names, but can we deny the one connectedness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wisdom is not to get trapped in the division and duality but to remain steady in that oneness. All our slips eventually should let us realize this oneness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3598875649981923026?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3598875649981923026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3598875649981923026&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3598875649981923026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3598875649981923026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/09/individual.html' title='~ InDiviDual ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-2646339708288246893</id><published>2009-09-15T06:20:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T07:49:31.523+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancha  koshas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fulfillment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divinity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connectedness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Terrains to Trek ~</title><content type='html'>When we decide to witness a waterfalls, invariably we need to climb up a mountain. We may choose to go by walk or drive up the hill. The purpose of the journey is to witness and be there at the top of the falls which, let us say, have not seen but have heard from the ones who had been there. The description, excitement and their experience makes us even more eager to reach there. Who may want to miss anything that is full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin to start our trek. It is indeed not the same even surface that we are usually used to in our day to day life of commuting. We come across various terrains and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attimes&lt;/span&gt; may even run out of breath. But then, the desire to reach atop enables the mind to accept and adapt to the various situations. The body and breath listen to the signals from the mind and keep moving ahead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;, the intellect knows what to discriminate and chooses the way that is comfortable to trek. Finally, when we reach the top, no doubt, the senses do capture to satisfy your desire but mostly, one finds himself totally exhausted both physically and mentally and just crashes down.&lt;br /&gt;Only when we regain our balance in body, breath and mind, the vehicle is ready to be present there to experience the abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us see someone who also having heard about the falls begins to trek but he is not fixed with his destination but just goes along tuning in with every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; and thereby keeping himself open to the aliveness of the entire trek, the greenery, the birds chirping, movement of other forms etc. He may have begun the trek hearing about the falls but his attitude of freedom keeps all the possible doors of fulfillment , thereby letting in the abundance of Divinity freely enter from all quarters without limiting it to some destination fixed in the mind. Eventually, whenever he happens to reach the falls, he just plunges himself and drowns in it. There is no exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both cases, it is the same body, breath, mind and intellect which operate but the vital difference lies in its connectivity with its own self. When connected, every tiny little space rings the bell of Divinity. However noble reasons one may wish to justify their ignorance in the name of religion and spirituality, if one is not available to the present, then that which remains, i feel would be only exhaustion in the endless name as stress, dejection, rejection and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently had a retreat with our Master trekking us on the terrains of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pancha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Koshas&lt;/span&gt;" and it was indeed wonderful for many of us to drown in our own selves. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ofcourse&lt;/span&gt;, it provides ample space and time to tune in , observe ourselves and also observe others, identify the connected, watch the results of exhaustion. As rightly pointed out by him, it is the continuity of remaining steady that one needs to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;watchout&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrains of layers we do need to trek but to remain connected with our source is the key of awareness. The beauty of the fall of river from a mountain is indeed wonderful. Both the mountain(layers) and the trek(connectivity) is essential to be the witness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-2646339708288246893?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2646339708288246893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=2646339708288246893&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2646339708288246893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2646339708288246893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/09/terrains-to-trek.html' title='~ Terrains to Trek ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6285715347200363927</id><published>2009-08-31T08:31:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:15:38.756+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connectivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear and insecurity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non approachability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Platter to ponder ~</title><content type='html'>Healthy food for the mind, once again from the home of "Creation". Nature representing a huge platter for the consumers, the human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruit platters, one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prominent&lt;/span&gt; eye catchers for many and taste ticklers for some does find its importance in the banquets. let us just walk along with the creator of the platter for sometime to discover the creation. The chef, well versed with the various availability of the fruits, initially draws a map of the platter in his mind. Selection, segregation and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skill full&lt;/span&gt; preparation of each one of them is indeed a process of patience and perseverance. Thankfully, the fruit in all its surrender blossoms beautifully for its own self and also by remaining supportive and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt; and not judging and justifying the rest, lets the platter also blossom fully. Even the non consuming fruit has its place as a decorative piece.The mind(fruit) missing here lets them all happen by the one mind, the human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with a potential mind, invariably, the human being brings in unknown breakers especially because of its own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;limitedness&lt;/span&gt;. Confined by the live wires of fear and insecurity, it  not only draws a zone for its own self but unfortunately keeps signalling the "non approachability". Possibility of becoming a victim of the live wire is possible for any one but it is the very same mind that enables one to know the live wire and remove it too. Like wise, it is the awareness that also helps the mind to identify the live wire, diffuse and let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind when connected with one's own self, turns out to be a chef and presents the platter of various fruits. Creator, the Master of all known, has presented both the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consumable&lt;/span&gt; and non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;consumable&lt;/span&gt; fruits. It is for us to know them, allow them as needed and be ready to ignore them too. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jack fruit&lt;/span&gt; known for its sweetness is not an easy one to access. we need to apply the oil in our hands even before we venture to reach them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the way creation is. It is only an ignorant who would keep away from cherishing the sweetness by giving excuses of playing it safe, laziness etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us connect to our own self and let the platter happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6285715347200363927?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6285715347200363927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6285715347200363927&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6285715347200363927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6285715347200363927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/08/platter-to-ponder.html' title='~ Platter to ponder ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7586422792073903398</id><published>2009-07-23T20:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:55:48.022+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awakening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balanced mind'/><title type='text'>~ Eclipse ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/Smh__rzVNuI/AAAAAAAABCo/_6hUKF0sbo0/s1600-h/solar+eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/Smh__rzVNuI/AAAAAAAABCo/_6hUKF0sbo0/s200/solar+eclipse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361676088451086050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moon's shadow on the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moods shadow on the man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the solar eclipse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to witness, to experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to experiment , to explore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a once-a-while phenomenon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How many are aware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be present, to witness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to experience, to explore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the ever happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;endless eclipses &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the human mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be aware of the shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a way to awakening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7586422792073903398?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7586422792073903398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7586422792073903398&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7586422792073903398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7586422792073903398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/07/eclipse.html' title='~ Eclipse ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/Smh__rzVNuI/AAAAAAAABCo/_6hUKF0sbo0/s72-c/solar+eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6895263101668367717</id><published>2009-07-11T06:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:43:04.302+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connectivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alert'/><title type='text'>~Accident ~</title><content type='html'>On the road, when we drive, it is necessary to ensure to follow the rules of driving for a safe journey. But, have you observed , despite following the rules, sometimes we may end up meeting with an accident? One such accident that took place recently revealed the importance of safe journey not just on the road but also in life to be followed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While seated next to the teenager who was driving the car, i suddenly noticed an almost head on collision with yet another youngster who was on a bike and came and banged at a turn from the wrong side. For a moment, we thought the car must have ran over the boy, but, luckily, nothing happened to him except that both our vehicles had the effects of the bang as evident damage on the body. The boy left the scene. The girl who was driving the car was explaining that she was on the right side and it was his mistake. yes, no doubt on that, but what about the consequences --a narrow miss on a life, damage to the vehicle and above all the trauma she experienced for a moment. It is not enough to follow the rules but one has to be alive to the reality of the present for a safe journey and avoid as much as possible an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while relating this incident to our life, it is similar that we come across various kind of people with various states of mind in the road called the world. Firstly, we need to have the knowledge of driving a vehicle, body and mind. learn them well to have the best of controls put to the best of use. Then, be on the road, the world and be aware of the rules and follow them. above all, be alive and alert to the "outside the rule", that is the reality, the truth of the present and know to deal with it wisely. On the road, we avoid the vehicle that comes in the wrong direction or sometimes apply the brakes swiftly to avoid the bang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life too, we need to act wisely to avoid the expressions of indicators of accidents. If you watch the most compatible person, he or she may not be the same with everyone around. Even a joke will not be uttered to the disturbed personality. Various levels of interaction is very essential for a safe journey mainly to ensure that the disturbed personality is not pushed further into discomfort. This is whats called, acceptance. Acceptance and adaptability go hand in hand. Creation, eventhough, essentially contains the same, one consciousness, yet its expressions are numerous. We can value them all as they are only when we learn to connect to our own consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules are like facts, reality of the present is the truth. lets know the facts and follow the truth too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6895263101668367717?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6895263101668367717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6895263101668367717&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6895263101668367717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6895263101668367717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/07/accident.html' title='~Accident ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8479917964014021520</id><published>2009-06-17T11:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:40:07.853+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='both and beyond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~Unknown destination~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To the sound of ocean&lt;div&gt;dance as a swimmer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the silence of ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afloat alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swift swimming or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a silent afloat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ain't it a journey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the tossing waves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now a guiding star &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to any known destination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to the eternal nowhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Witnessing the creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laying on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;water bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyelids closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vision open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the vastness of emptiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afloat alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8479917964014021520?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8479917964014021520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8479917964014021520&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8479917964014021520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8479917964014021520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/06/unknown-destination.html' title='~Unknown destination~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7537518646176517639</id><published>2009-06-08T06:57:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:46:54.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detached attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciouness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Connectivity ~</title><content type='html'>A talk show on contradictions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confusions&lt;/span&gt; and compulsions between the elderly and the next generation brought forth the wrath of the elderly and the lack of compassion of the young. Well anchored by one who knows the art of moving and sliding from side to side to bring the best of the both, gave room for contemplations. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loneliness, the most predominant factor felt among many elders clearly indicates the lack of connectivity." A loner builds walls around but fails to build bridges"-- Walls built in body and mind are barriers, firstly to one's own self. Walls of my family, my friends, my needs...endless it is.  Approachability and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comfortability&lt;/span&gt; becomes  an almost impossible task with such an individual, irrespective of age.  Awareness in connectivity leads to bridges irrespective of age and creed. None can create the loneliness in any one. A discordant chord within snaps the beauty of alone and confines it in loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sympathy and a subtle dominance of, "I" either directly or indirectly shuns the possibility of experiencing the one connectivity in many. When, "I want to do it" gets transformed to, "lets do it ", the walls dissolve to let the flow happen on the bridge of awareness. Retaining the individual flavour and yet remaining in the one essence of many is the fragrance of one consciousness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confined to a limited form of age is like a bird in a cage. When one learns to connect with one's own Self, then, it is like a free bird beyond the confinements. Availability to the one conscious connectivity, lets one to adapt and dance to the tunes of awareness. Presence or absence of any form can no longer be a hurdle. You learn to remain a part of the whole and not be confined to loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ain't&lt;/span&gt; it essential to learn to connect to one's own Self than to function in the attached limited forms of confinement? Expansion is the beauty of bridges...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walls or bridges to one's own Self is indeed a vital one to ponder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7537518646176517639?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7537518646176517639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7537518646176517639&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7537518646176517639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7537518646176517639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/06/connectivity.html' title='~ Connectivity ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-358077609352276107</id><published>2009-05-26T08:38:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:15:38.365+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ My Own! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unlocking the unseen&lt;div&gt;Awareness as the key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gifted as Grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By The Master Divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tearing the veil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traversing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treasure trove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the path of solitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My, my, my....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherished moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seen as Self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am You and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-358077609352276107?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/358077609352276107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=358077609352276107&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/358077609352276107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/358077609352276107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-own.html' title='~ My Own! ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-707498208733168436</id><published>2009-05-17T07:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:14:58.211+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratefulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='windchime'/><title type='text'>~Creation~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/Sg9yznus9LI/AAAAAAAAA-M/6GCEFi5Ts9I/s1600-h/BELL+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/Sg9yznus9LI/AAAAAAAAA-M/6GCEFi5Ts9I/s320/BELL+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mud and Metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moulded by man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creating sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calling them as bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One single rod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That anchors both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To let them swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the silence of space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That lets them dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishes of gratefulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is its ringing bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-707498208733168436?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/707498208733168436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=707498208733168436&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/707498208733168436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/707498208733168436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/creation.html' title='~Creation~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/Sg9yznus9LI/AAAAAAAAA-M/6GCEFi5Ts9I/s72-c/BELL+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8806003562782910142</id><published>2009-05-14T11:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:36:43.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>~ Love ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even when the form disables&lt;div&gt;The formless enables the continuity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boundaries for the form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beyondness&lt;/span&gt; to the formless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion for the form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compassion to the formless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bridge for the two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None for the one divine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shapes and shades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing and caring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shining like stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love of the self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With or without stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever like the abiding abundant sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the vastness of oneness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8806003562782910142?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8806003562782910142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8806003562782910142&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8806003562782910142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8806003562782910142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='~ Love ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-2914708411904737340</id><published>2009-04-29T07:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:30:46.757+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let-go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adaptability'/><title type='text'>~ Life ~</title><content type='html'>Can a board game take us on board into the journey  of life? maybe, if you wish to join me in this exploration. Most of us would have come across the board game called, "Life". A group of 5 to 50, kid, teen, adolescent and the adult started to assemble and go for it. An excellent combination of all stages except the old age, good mixture of various states of mind, let me have the opportunity to enjoy and be there to share the experience.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonderful creativity in designing the game that has the wheel of Karma as the spinning wheel which decides the move, the birth, the loss and gain, revenge, option to choose the path between two, factors that thrill and disappoint, the turns and twists and above all, the money factor which decides the winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kid is full of excitement right from the start of choosing his pawn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt; the spinning first. But, lets not ignore his acceptance when the wheel of spinning decides the players place of seating and beginning. Followed  again is the acceptance to the wealth related with the profession indicated. Watch the thrill, when the wheel lands the one in bumper prizes or wins the stocks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; miss the dip when the wheel lands the one in losing the money. But, a positive attitude in him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;springs forth&lt;/span&gt; and assures to regain in the next move. Someone else, may just attribute it to luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endless moments to watch and be with the revelations of the different states of mind, the real life influences of the elders in their comments and relating it to the game, the ever existing enthusiasm of the teen, the world of the adolescent. All in everyone at various moments or some had one common base called, "FUN" in everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, i feel, it is a wonderful way to relate, learn and teach the kids the various factors that can influence, "Life", and learn to play it with the big factor called , fun. What appears as a board game of life has the subtle lessons of karma, acceptance, adaptability, balanced state of mind and the fun factor. Start the game with nothing, go with the flow of fun through various moves and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;once again&lt;/span&gt; end and leave with nothing. As a game too, it can have moments of arguments, sense of proving etc but none have the influence on the real self because everyone knows it as a game, plays it as a game. If at all, with so much fun and laughter, it is such a refreshing and energizing moment to be with. Watch out, participation with the right attitude makes the world of difference to one's own self and others too. One moody and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;uninterested&lt;/span&gt; character can turn the table if given a chance. Learn to handle that too(compassion) and have the best of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be, if death aspect is also included in the game, probably, it would be complete. Nevertheless, a great opportunity to watch others and more importantly watch your own self to have some of the best lessons of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go grab a board, include everyone and have great fun in discovering the "ONE" that excludes none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-2914708411904737340?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2914708411904737340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=2914708411904737340&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2914708411904737340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2914708411904737340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html' title='~ Life ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8750881971750024118</id><published>2009-04-23T07:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:06:38.085+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intellect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connected.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrated self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Intellect~</title><content type='html'>Let us a take a look at the transformation of a simple metal plate into a knife. The metal plate when processed through various stages gets shaped into a sharp instrument used primarily for cutting etc. Have you noticed, the process doesn't get completed in just sharpening the blade. It takes a complete shape only when a wooden handle is provided on one end. The one edge of the sharpened blade gets fixed into the wooden case, thereby, providing strong and comfortable access to the usage of the instrument. Left without a wooden case to hold, the blade still remains a sharpened tool but dangerous even to the user. Try holding a sharpened blade and make use of it. May be, your hands would bleed first even before making use of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When looking at the mind, intellect and its connectivity to the Self, i felt it is easier to understand and relate it with the example of the knife. Intellect, as a sharpened blade is essential to discriminate, execute. It becomes a dangerous tool only when it is not rooted in the wooden case, The Self. The same intellect when connected with the Self, can be a potential instrument for the right usage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meditation is that vital platform where the unseen factory transforms the various potential factors to connect to the Real Self. Awareness, again is the prime factor to realize and to remain in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is indeed important to have the right instrument and the right person to make use of it too. Understanding and working towards the same, lets us have the clarity and confidence in making the best use of the instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8750881971750024118?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8750881971750024118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8750881971750024118&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8750881971750024118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8750881971750024118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/intellect.html' title='~ Intellect~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8610764009941556185</id><published>2009-04-12T06:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:03:36.282+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fulfillment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balanced mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~Contentment~</title><content type='html'>With a non-ending known and unknown list of wishes to be fulfilled, it is indeed rare to find the contentment in one's own self and in others too. World of competition, choices, ever craving mind's action, indeed it can become a task to experience contentment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind is known for its selective choosing and finding a niche in that comfort zone, even if it is meant like associating with pain and discomfort. When we observe closely, we discover that it is not the status or the wealth that decides the experience of fulfillment. It is the mind that is associated with the person that plays the decision making - either to choose cribbing even with the best of everything or to just be filled with contentment even with nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic need is indeed a must for everyone(food, clothing, shelter) and no one can ever draw a conclusion on the basic for it differs from one to one. so is it when it comes to experiencing this wonder of contentment. Infact, the requirement is much much less almost nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contented ever, the nature spreads its wings and keeps flying high. So is it with The Realized Beings! But, lot more to experience in our journey with people and our own self. One such incident is what i would like to share here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i stopped near the signal, the beggar with polio affected legs sitting in the hot sun, stretched his arms for alms. As i didn't have the change to give him, told him, i dont have change.Instantly, he smiled and said, it is okay.Just one moment,that brightened his face was a clear sign of inner contentment atleast for that moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distorted body, begging for living, ever dependant on others may be is just a slice of the description that could be given for who knows what his life is. But, yes, this man surely knows the taste of contentment, else, it is impossible to see that glow that just overwhelmed me immensely.I watched him for couple of minutes and could feel that sense of contentment. There was no restlessness and he was just natural. My smile inturn was a silent thankyou to that moment of fulfillment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sharing this experience, someone pointed out that the pleasant way in which i would have probably said, could have brought that pleasantness from him too. True, it is possible. I was just natural but to reflect such contenetment in such a state and circumstance is no ordinary thing to ignore. These are the moments that bestow immense lessons on experiencing life's fulfillment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seeds of the Divine are plenty and abundant. Are we ready with our soil of awareness to let the tree of contentment grow and glow? Lets not define and limit the fulfillment to some people, incidents, wealth etc. lets us break free into the unlimited to experience the blesed unlimitedness too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8610764009941556185?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8610764009941556185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8610764009941556185&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8610764009941556185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8610764009941556185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/contentment.html' title='~Contentment~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3963968384466520392</id><published>2009-04-10T19:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:59:55.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~Bunch Of Blossoms~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/Sd9L_aoiNiI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5uJDe8edZ64/s1600-h/Bunch+of+Blossoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/Sd9L_aoiNiI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5uJDe8edZ64/s400/Bunch+of+Blossoms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3963968384466520392?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3963968384466520392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3963968384466520392&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3963968384466520392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3963968384466520392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/bunch-of-blossoms_551.html' title='~Bunch Of Blossoms~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/Sd9L_aoiNiI/AAAAAAAAA1g/5uJDe8edZ64/s72-c/Bunch+of+Blossoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-5254892120983716562</id><published>2009-04-07T21:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:22:43.553+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benediction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tune in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~Concert at Cooking~</title><content type='html'>Music in words or just instrumental can take anyone to the height of serenity and oneness. we often hear and have felt the power of getting drowned in music. Even a simple conversation between two in tune can leave the same effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, primarily viewed as a woman's job to fill the tummy of the grumbling one or a day to day activity to supply the need for the body. Just a routine process indeed can be monotonous and boring. But, if one is ready to open the avenues of the mind and walk into the concert hall, The Kitchen...my, my! endless is the discovery to both the body and mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing a dish is like nursing a baby. So gentle and fully alert and aware to every single move of the sound and silence. Right from the word go, in choosing the dish, the ingredients and the correct vessel-- there is a continuous unknowm flow of thoughts that blend so well. Watching the flame light up, placing the vessel and listening to its subtle sounds, then tuning with all the spluttering and mixing sounds, you even have the choice of hands on experience to choose the instrument that you would love to play. probably, if you can spice up the show for your own with some spontneous words from the heart, what more can we ask for than leaving the kitchen with a sense of fulfillment. The aroma is the gentle silent embrace in appreciation of your wonderful concert. All that one has to is just be! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creation has bestowed endless innumerable life incidents to "just be" and alive to the benediction of awareness. Everything exists in existence from the time unknown but it is the blessed moment of awareness that brings in the mergingpoint and remain ever garteful to the one who bestowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a wonderful concert at cooking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-5254892120983716562?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5254892120983716562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=5254892120983716562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5254892120983716562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5254892120983716562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/concert-at-cooking.html' title='~Concert at Cooking~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3250343989733045516</id><published>2009-04-07T08:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:24:18.643+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connectivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~Follow~</title><content type='html'>Had a list of things to cover and we left home to the library first to return some books and bring home some important book. Just as we were entering the library, the person realized that she forgot to get the access card. So that means , no borrowing only we can return. Still, she approached the counter and asked if she could take the books against her membership number and politely came the answer, no. So, we couldnot borrow what we had planned to bring. As usual, laughing at the silly mistake of not checking it out , we proceeded to the next important work, filling up the gas for the car as it was minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the gas filling bunk, we had encountered almost an accident by the unruly bus driver who was atleast sensible enough to apply his brakes and it came to a halt so close to the car. Proceeding further, with new traffic diversions, we had to keep going straight eventhough we needed to take a U-Turn. We had no choice but just to follow and that landed us in a not so familiar place. I decided to try a short cut route and that took us to a world of great adventurous drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along giggling with the unexpected criss crossing of people and vehicles, we were amidst of laughter which otherwise should have taken us to the top of frustration and irritation. The best benediction of the unknown way was the sunset which accompanied us throughout one single long road until we touched the road that was familiar to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached home with not a single work completed as planned but had the best of fun, sunset and the whole lot of experiential drive which was not planned too. Probably, even if we would have planned to go for a drive just for fun, we might not have had such experience of fun and lightness. We all come across such incidents in our life at sometime or the other. We may plan meticulously but find ourselves in a position of unable to execute for no fault of ours. Thats what creation is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only follow what happens and also it is important how well we wish to follow. The choice probably lies only in following. Our state of mind enables us to choose the following and let go the deciding. Following clearly indicates the availability to the present and be fully with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's incidents help us to go through the tides of time only to help us understand our state of mind. The more we our in tune with our self, the better the connectivity and availability to the present. Whenever we slip, it acts immediately as an indicator to help us be back on track until we are rooted forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3250343989733045516?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3250343989733045516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3250343989733045516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3250343989733045516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3250343989733045516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/follow.html' title='~Follow~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3254118135138593814</id><published>2009-04-07T08:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:17:48.640+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~Love N Compassion~</title><content type='html'>Born in the natural garden of fragrant flowers, fortunately or unfortunately, we tend to drift to the garden of artificial flowers over a period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a newborn, fresh as the beaming fullmoon to as a little kid like a sparkling star, we go through various stages. Neither the fullmoon nor the star are aware of the beauty and it for the rest to bask in their glory! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, the mind shifts the gears and predominantly likes to live in a fantasy of flowers of the senses alone, the fragrantless artificial ones. Have you observed the role of these lovely artificial ones(created by the human mind) that come handy, cost effective and supposedly to remain for a long period with less maintenance. One bouquet made from them can functionally occupy the space as a decorating corner of a banquet hall or just wield the colours of combination as a centre piece at a dining table. Functionally occupying the space yet not filling the space. The missing fragrance can never fill the space that is both within and outside simply because the very nature of a natural flower is missing. Probably, that's why no doubt, we learn to utilise the human mind's creation but we also mostly prefer to go for the natural ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressions are the flowers from the garden within one's own self. As children, we lived forever in our natural garden and so our expressions always had the bouquets of them. But since we have lost our way in the so called search into this world, we automatically tend to create bouquets of flowers from outside the real self which has no fragrance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning within, we rediscover our natural garden and emanate the fragrance. The real Self as the natural inner garden, the expressions are the bouquets of flowers with fragrance of love and compassion. With awareness, when we are graced to learn to be with our own self, what else can it emanate than the fragrance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only need to learn to utilise the artificial one but just be the natural one... Gratitude is the best of bouquets that can be offered silently to the one that bestowed the sight of awareness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3254118135138593814?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3254118135138593814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3254118135138593814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3254118135138593814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3254118135138593814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-n-compassion.html' title='~Love N Compassion~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7410153778458959033</id><published>2009-04-07T07:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:11:24.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~Bliss~</title><content type='html'>Bliss is the string&lt;br /&gt;unseen in the chain of beads&lt;br /&gt;That adorns the life&lt;br /&gt;unifying the pearls together as one...&lt;br /&gt;Single pearls of life's incidents&lt;br /&gt;Strung together as adorning chain&lt;br /&gt;By the unseen string as Bliss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7410153778458959033?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7410153778458959033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7410153778458959033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7410153778458959033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7410153778458959033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/04/contentment-with-non-ending-known-and.html' title='~Bliss~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8984727961979106151</id><published>2009-03-05T11:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:37:58.324+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ Grateful ~</title><content type='html'>Immensely grateful to the creator of this space and the creation that manifested as posts in this space. Love to all who shared this space silently and soundfully too.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to remain unmanifested for the present and so to say goodbye to this space....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8984727961979106151?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8984727961979106151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8984727961979106151&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8984727961979106151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8984727961979106151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/03/grateful.html' title='~ Grateful ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-22432977008734530</id><published>2009-02-22T07:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:47:44.526+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detached attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fulfillment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberation'/><title type='text'>~ Freedom ~</title><content type='html'>Given a chance to watch the early morning sunrise, many would go for it. It is a desire driven by the force within to watch it. But, some may be bound by laziness would end up continuing as an unfulfilled desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire from the heart through the mind gets the taste of it through the windows of the senses. May be one may choose to go up the terrace to get a better view than be satisfied by the partial view from the balcony. Once coming into direct contact with the happening, the experience begins. The eye which becomes the window to the beauty of the outer sunrise, if you observe, suddenly in a moment of awareness can outwardly choose to let the eyelids embrace gently each other and thereby open the view to the Self within. It is just a moment to be...&lt;br /&gt;The desire of the form unveiling to the moments of fulfillment. Abundant love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spring forth&lt;/span&gt; from nowhere for no reason. Sense of lightness and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; prevailing everywhere . There is no longing because it has crossed the boundaries and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;limitedness&lt;/span&gt; of this form and has expanded to the unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how wonderful that moment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;had been&lt;/span&gt;, one has to return back to the form, the limited to carry on with rest of the activities. Unlike a fragrance of sandalwood that can fill a room, the fragrance of the Divine moment need not reach everyone around. It is primarily for the Self and may be those around with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;subtleties&lt;/span&gt; to the fragrance may notice. But then, it doesn't matter.  It is for the individual to taste and be with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What begins as a subject and object activity, form and sunrise, in those moment of awareness takes one beyond too. In oneness, when it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;no longer&lt;/span&gt; a longing for an object desired by the subject, the descending of oneness is bestowed by the Divine grace. Neither the subject nor the object needs to be rejected but only to be realized as having the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, they play a vital role in the process of realization but just that one needs to be watchful in not getting bound by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is liberating...&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is fulfillment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-22432977008734530?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/22432977008734530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=22432977008734530&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/22432977008734530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/22432977008734530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/freedom.html' title='~ Freedom ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-4995005812751315490</id><published>2009-02-17T07:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:31:38.232+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>~ Alone ~</title><content type='html'>watching a bird fly in the sky....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loner in the sky&lt;br /&gt;For the eyes of a loner&lt;br /&gt;Alone is the Truth&lt;br /&gt;For the one who has merged&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I" no longer arises&lt;br /&gt;For That which remains is&lt;br /&gt;I am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( thought of posting it again )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-4995005812751315490?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4995005812751315490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=4995005812751315490&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4995005812751315490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4995005812751315490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/alone.html' title='~ Alone ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7541224887704212493</id><published>2009-02-09T06:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:03:24.602+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratefulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>~ Gratitude ~</title><content type='html'>Springing from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Shining through the senses&lt;br /&gt;The light that brightens&lt;br /&gt;Voices of the void&lt;br /&gt;Spaces of the speechless&lt;br /&gt;Standing in stillness&lt;br /&gt;Saluting in silence&lt;br /&gt;Much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;more than&lt;/span&gt; just an attitude&lt;br /&gt;Moments filled in ....Gratitude!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7541224887704212493?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7541224887704212493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7541224887704212493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7541224887704212493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7541224887704212493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/gratitude.html' title='~ Gratitude ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-1310731792049801096</id><published>2009-02-05T06:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:28:15.674+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unlimited space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body/mind/soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciousness'/><title type='text'>~ Form --LESS ~</title><content type='html'>A piece of marked open territory on earth becomes a purchased land and the space within supposedly belongs to him also. When walls are constructed in that open space, it takes the shape of a building, the windows are created for light and ventilation, the door for guarding the inside and also act as an entry and exit point, the lock on the door to protect the house and its inmates from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;burglary&lt;/span&gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This transformation of an expanded open space becoming a house is contributed by the walls that limit the space, the windows to let limited light and air, the door that limits the entry and exit and the lock that decides the entry or exit. Altogether , it is a mini limited space to live and also it is the springboard to jump into the unlimited, the vast expanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This body resembling the limited space of constructed walls, the senses to the windows,  the mind to the door and the lock to the intellect may probably help us to understand this house and its operations better. We do need this house to live, but to experience the richness of our own home, the source, the unlimited, one needs to move beyond all the limited faculties. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, one learns to appreciate the house much more, understands the importance of keeping the faculties free from dust and knows to make the best use of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open space has no door and hence no lock too. But, the main door, mind has a provision for the lock, the thoughts. The key to lock or unlock is the detached attachment with the thoughts that flow. As long as we exist in this body, this key is also equally essential to have the functioning go smooth. Knowing when to attach(lock), knowing when to detach(unlock) helps in the easy entry and exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who have the house to experience the home within! Let us be grateful to all the Great Masters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-1310731792049801096?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1310731792049801096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=1310731792049801096&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1310731792049801096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1310731792049801096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/02/form-less.html' title='~ Form --LESS ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6791044194038464763</id><published>2009-01-28T07:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:32:18.835+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master-disciple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrated self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balanced mind'/><title type='text'>~ The Blackboard ~</title><content type='html'>The official learning in human life begins with the entry into school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt;, the child is exposed to various factors of known learning at home and unknown learning at various incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blackboard is the major tool used for teaching. Written, erased and retained to explain the various aspects of learning is what we come across with the blackboard. But, before beginning to use the board for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; purpose, you would have noticed that the date and the day are the first most written  or corrected. The teacher ensures the day and date are written correctly and then proceeds with the new lesson or continues with the previous class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we relate this with our life, it tends to teach the basic of learning, to remain in the present, here and now. Mind used as a vital tool for learning as the blackboard needs to be brought to the present moment and ensure the date and day are written as here and now  and then the learning begins or continues. The next step followed as in the blackboard with the mind is to know what to write, what to erase and what to retain. Sometimes, the teacher leaves the class room instructing that the written notes on the board to be retained for the next class. This ensures that the previous written context is essential for the continuity of the next class. we do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;come across&lt;/span&gt; the same with our life too especially in subjects of connectivity to our own self. But, mostly, as we see in the class room, there are plenty of topics that needs to be erased and cleared and and the space made available for the next lesson. No doubt whatever written for that moment was indeed essential for learning but even more is essential to ensure to bring back the blackboard available for the next. Else, over writing can only cause confusion because neither the previous nor the present is not going to be clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt from various writings as incidents are essential and also equally essential to ensure that the space in the mind is kept free (cleared) and made available for the teachings to follow. The essence of the writing as explanation on the board gets impregnated in the mind, it is only the gross writing that needs to be erased. Incidents, emotions, both good and bad are all written words on the board. Essence of the teaching is what needs to be impregnated and the gross incident needs to be cleared and kept ready for the next availability. Over writing is the most watchful one to be taken care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecting to one's own self enables to make use of  this blackboard called mind in a proper way. It lets us to be a teacher and the student. while handling the board(mind), we act as the teacher and while grasping the lesson written from the words(incidents), we act as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us ensure to keep the day and date(here and now) updated and make the best use of the board(mind).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6791044194038464763?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6791044194038464763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6791044194038464763&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6791044194038464763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6791044194038464763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/blackboard.html' title='~ The Blackboard ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3977646972677967560</id><published>2009-01-23T07:27:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:56:46.278+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>~ Complete ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt;, most often complete and perfect are used as one and the same, a closer look clearly brings out the subtle difference. A complete personality need not be a perfect one. But a perfect one is indeed a part of the complete personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete consists of both the perfect and the imperfect, both the good and the bad, up and down. The journey to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;darshan&lt;/span&gt; of the God, up on a hill consists of both the climbing up and the climbing down phase too. only then it becomes complete. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;, the most memorable moment at the time of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;darshan&lt;/span&gt; is indeed valuable. But, before and after also play and contribute a vital role in that completeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, indeed is also complete. Some known and unknown, some pleasant and unpleasant, some to understand and rest to accept -- all become a part of this complete journey. When any one part of this is ignored, then it becomes depleted. Depletion can only have depleted results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, i may wish to address creation as complete than perfect. Nature is an everlasting example to portray the beauty of this perfect and imperfect combination resulting in completeness.  Human body, yet another live example. The hands are the classic example of this combination resulting in complete functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever, some one says, its perfect, it goes without saying that there is an element of unknown imperfect hidden too and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what has contributed to what probably can be told as "complete". This reminds me of the combination of the form and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;formlessness&lt;/span&gt; that reveal the complete "oneness'. Complete, probably can be understood as something that has the both as a part and yet remains in the realm of "beyond". Both and beyond, complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us connect to the completeness and accept both perfect and imperfect as a vital part of this completeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3977646972677967560?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3977646972677967560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3977646972677967560&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3977646972677967560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3977646972677967560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/complete.html' title='~ Complete ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-2039194252472320423</id><published>2009-01-17T11:50:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:49:04.024+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vessel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body'/><title type='text'>~ Body ~</title><content type='html'>A vessel indeed&lt;br /&gt;to churn various dishes&lt;br /&gt;Just there for that purpose&lt;br /&gt;Dish done, it goes for wash&lt;br /&gt;rests in the rack&lt;br /&gt;until the next call&lt;br /&gt;has no clue as who's coming in&lt;br /&gt;not even bothered whats being prepared&lt;br /&gt;unaware of the waiting guests too&lt;br /&gt;unaffected by their comments too&lt;br /&gt;A vessel indeed ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-2039194252472320423?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2039194252472320423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=2039194252472320423&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2039194252472320423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2039194252472320423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/body.html' title='~ Body ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-4445286925920963256</id><published>2009-01-13T10:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:06:04.070+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detached attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ D eat H ~</title><content type='html'>One of the most dreaded word to even pronounce is the general feel with many in large. Death is described as some loss which can never be replaced and not as a parting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;, this beautiful word , death has always fascinated me and keep wondering about that most celebrated moment.The game is never complete without the beginning and end with utmost fun, as much as while playing it sportingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we decide to move to a new place for a livelihood from our home town, imagine someone, a friend, relative or even a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt; comes forward to offer a place exclusively for us and tells us," It is all yours as long as you wish to be here". We are indeed delighted to accept that offer and with gratitude move into that place and start living there. Over the years , we also start to treat that as our own home and keep continuing to live with all the fun, joy, sorrow, sickness,success etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time arrives for us to leave to back home, what happens?? The clock starts ticking...The one who has been clear in his mind all throughout lived totally in that place as his home and leaves totally with abundant gratitude. Probably, he is sure to throw a party to the owner and all those who had contributed to that complete living . It is a moment to celebrate with gratitude and look forward to returning back home with jubilation. But, unfortunately, if someone who had developed strong attachment to that place and people and started to wrongly consider them as his own, inevitably has to face the wrath of possessiveness and separation miserably. Then, it becomes a separation with a pang of pain. It can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;no longer&lt;/span&gt; be a time to party the parting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This body is a place offered to us by the creator and it our duty to maintain and make use of it for the best of living and be ready to part with abundant gratitude. Awareness indeed is the greatest tool for the process to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death-ain't it a moment for celebration as much as it is for birth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-4445286925920963256?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4445286925920963256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=4445286925920963256&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4445286925920963256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4445286925920963256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2009/01/d-eat-h.html' title='~ D eat H ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3754034407305432361</id><published>2008-12-27T08:12:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:29:17.387+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>~ Be Alive ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEASON'S GREETINGS TO THE ENDLESS SEASONS.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human race, probably, has been the only creation that created occasions to celebrate. Probably, the so called development of the mind somewhere lost the innate nature, celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the flock of birds flying and it resonates the feel of celebration &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; they are just flying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some other&lt;/span&gt; destination. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need an occasion to celebrate . They are simply living in their original nature and that is celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is okay, we have created occasions to catch up with the essence. But then, are we truly living in celebration? have we made use of the occasion to revive the essence of celebration and allow it to remain as an integral part of our nature? If so, then , where is the need to long for yet another occasion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering on these thoughts, the beauty of celebration and being alive to every moment gets enhanced. Even during an occasion, many people get lost to the past and keep recounting and comparing with the previous incidents. It can truly take away this moment of the glory. Remembering the celebration with the lost ones or some incident is okay but the trouble begins when one gets trapped in trying to relive with the lost one or that incident. Present moment of celebration is also lost and the end result is misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we mark a time and date to an occasion, surely there will be a time to end it too. Occasions can have them but not celebration. It is an endless season... has no beginning and no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us revive the essence of this wonder of celebration in this season and let it be alive forever.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3754034407305432361?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3754034407305432361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3754034407305432361&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3754034407305432361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3754034407305432361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-alive.html' title='~ Be Alive ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-1808253285328613926</id><published>2008-11-18T16:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:26:33.813+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tune in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adaptability'/><title type='text'>~ conflict ~</title><content type='html'>What is conflict? where does it arise from? when does it strike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look at these queries reveals that there is a gap between the thought and the action. here thought, may be an idea that goes well in tune with one's self and an action that needs to be performed much against the idea. So, it means a gap between the idea and the reality or the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the idea becomes the action, there is no conflict. This can be seen even in small instances. Some even call this as harmony in work, harmony in action etc. But the same idea can become a monster or just a hurdle and bring about conflict accordingly if the action to be performed differs.&lt;br /&gt;simple instances like someone who is so used to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; living might find it really difficult when it comes to sharing his room or his personal things. It is just a thought that can turn into a boulder in letting the adaptability to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with outward conflict with situations and people primarily depends on how well one is in tune with one's own self. Conflict with one's own self is a disaster. Not necessarily, everything has to be according to one's idea but how one deals with the action reveals the levels of harmony with one's own self. In conflict, the action that needs to be performed or failed to perform results in heavy residue of depressing and damaging actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the art of dealing with the gap, between the the idea and the action is learnt, then there is no conflict. It is just understood as that is the way and then life goes on in tune with every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-1808253285328613926?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1808253285328613926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=1808253285328613926&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1808253285328613926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1808253285328613926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/11/conflict.html' title='~ conflict ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-1695419810675066185</id><published>2008-10-26T18:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:39:30.778+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='situations'/><title type='text'>~ Tags ~</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; world of shopping, most of the products especially the clothes come with one or many tags like price tag, fabric care tag etc. The tags are the ones that lets us know the prime detail -- the price tag. The cost that lets us decide whether we can afford it, whether the cost is right for the product etc. It is the information which is vital in deciding to buy the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the product is bought, the first thing that needs to be removed from the dress before wearing it, is the tag. We ensure that even the string(which is used to tie it ) is cleanly removed, else, it can cause uneasiness while wearing the dress. That which helped in deciding or providing information becomes useless once its work is over. It just needs to be dropped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;or else&lt;/span&gt; it becomes a hindrance in the usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with many situations, associations and relationships too come along with these tags. It is for us to read them well, decide and then drop it. No doubt they have been instrumental in providing the right information but we need to know to proceed to the next step called applying only by dropping these tags. Removal of tags is only an indication to the right usage of the product. One can't wear the dress comfortably with a tag that which is especially tied with a string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-1695419810675066185?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1695419810675066185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=1695419810675066185&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1695419810675066185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1695419810675066185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/10/tags.html' title='~ Tags ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-2334853303386892075</id><published>2008-10-12T07:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:33:32.834+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='source'/><title type='text'>~ Silence ~</title><content type='html'>In abundance you dwell deep within&lt;br /&gt;To abide in your abundance&lt;br /&gt;Is the grace of the Divine&lt;br /&gt;Neither can see nor hear you&lt;br /&gt;Yet alive to the fullness of stillness&lt;br /&gt;That connects to you&lt;br /&gt;My own, my beloved silence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-2334853303386892075?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2334853303386892075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=2334853303386892075&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2334853303386892075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2334853303386892075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/10/silence.html' title='~ Silence ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6428385072272927387</id><published>2008-09-10T20:50:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:28:45.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interpreting mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harmony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrated self'/><title type='text'>~ HarmonY ~</title><content type='html'>Moving from the &lt;strong&gt;Interpreting mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;strong&gt;Integrated Self&lt;/strong&gt; is Harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very word resonates a sense of completeness. From childhood, we have learnt the meaning of the word as "there is no flaw and everything is perfect". Also, we are taught to relate this beautiful word to the outside -- people and situations. Rarely, we come across to relate to the significance of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inner self&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when two people are found to share a non-complaining and satisfying relationship, then we address them as someone who is in harmony with each other. Mostly, harmony is used to describe two entities that share the platform of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comfort ability&lt;/span&gt;. Be it nature, people or situations -- it is always with something other than one's own self wherein the word finds its usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When such a division arises, it is a clear indication that the mind comes into play. The mind is too good in interpreting and defining it with wonder words. One just needs to be smart to know the mind and move to the next zone, The Self. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, in the zone of the mind, the word "Harmony" can mislead because it is impossible to expect the same from everyone. We don't look for mangoes in a lemon tree. But, unfortunately, the human mind looks for the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comfort ability&lt;/span&gt;with everyone and when that response gets shaken, it is considered as not in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we learn to move from this interpreting mind to the integrated self, we find the harmony that resides right within. Self related can be only ONE. There is no division. The self helps to see through the mind the differences that exist outside, but then, it knows well to relate. No longer it will look for a mango(smile) in a lemon(snob) tree. So, relating becomes easier and life goes on with varied opportunities to relate with. The true harmony reveals itself in one's own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;comfort ability&lt;/span&gt; with one's own self. There is no contradiction and conflict within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In harmony, the Self flows smoothly through the mind as expressions in the world. There is abundant acceptance of everything that exists outside as what it is . Connecting to the self is the true harmony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6428385072272927387?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6428385072272927387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6428385072272927387&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6428385072272927387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6428385072272927387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/09/harmony.html' title='~ HarmonY ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-256255601518861605</id><published>2008-09-02T07:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:32:06.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='union'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>~ Union ~</title><content type='html'>Yet another dance show to witness and experience the communion. Not just performance on stage but that which involves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;, elimination too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules that existed but could never bind these two in their expressions. They had crossed the boundary of the mind, probably where rule can't rule. The theme was "romantic round" and indeed it was the ultimate expression of union in love. It appeared as though the guy had the major work of lifting the girl and dancing(apparently, they were not real couple). No doubt, it is an additional weight on himself while moving around. But the truth, the girl too had played a major role in letting herself be uplifted so gracefully and probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why none could notice the moment of lift and drop. It was watching two flowing into each other and just emerging as ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dance came to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;graceful&lt;/span&gt; conclusion, everyone even forgot to clap in appreciation for a moment because it was The Silence that pervaded and had drowned every being. Judges were in a loss for words and just said, "it is so complete".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives too, this opportunity of dancing in union and flowing into each other(me and myself) knocks at our door. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt;, it exists everywhere -- just with the smile of a baby, the swaying of the leaves, the chirping of the birds...etc.The Divine is willing to play the role of the guy -- lift and swirl. But , how much do we let ourselves to be lifted, in other words, how much do we let ourselves let go??? When we ponder, we discover the blocks that may turn out to be in that merging to emerge as ONE. Surrendering to the Divine --The Big guy(real you), the dance happens and the dancers dissolve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-256255601518861605?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/256255601518861605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=256255601518861605&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/256255601518861605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/256255601518861605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/09/union.html' title='~ Union ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3397007252326602459</id><published>2008-08-21T08:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:37:05.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success and failure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connected.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyond'/><title type='text'>~ Beyond ~</title><content type='html'>The field is provided to play the game. The activity, the game of actions takes place in the field. The results too are judged based on the action that happened on the field. Succes or failure, the field is just the same. Eventhough, it appears as a part of the entire game, it doesnot get included in the results of the sport. The judgement is awarded to the team or the individual as success and failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the field can contribute or facilitate for a healthy sport if it is given due attention and prepared well for the sport to play. Yet again, it has nothing to do with the result for there are known and unknown factors that also have a role to play. Sudden showers can simply snatch the game and tilt it anyside. Known that is the so called predictable factors too have their contributions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind acting as the field and yet not influenced by the results of the sport can let us taste the state of beyondness. The actions go on, the results get announced too. If one gets caught in the circle of action and result only, then the beauty of the sport is lost in the arms of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field doesnot participate in jubilation when success is announced or gets buried into the soil when loss is said loud. It remains and best part is all set for the next to follow or not to follow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature, onceagain strikes like a lightning with its innumerable wordless expressions. All that is just to remind us to let that natural state be within too. Mind connected well within the source is ever available to the sport and remains uninfluenced too to the actions and the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the aroma of the wisdom of the Master just lets the fragrance percolate deep within. It bestows the wisdom as "happening" and "not happening" and remain in the zone of "beyond".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3397007252326602459?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3397007252326602459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3397007252326602459&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3397007252326602459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3397007252326602459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/08/beyond.html' title='~ Beyond ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-1431580989803669568</id><published>2008-08-13T20:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:50:10.593+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='source'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>~ Gift ~</title><content type='html'>Most of us at some point of time would have been through this experience of either receiving a gift or giving it . Those moments have always been special even if it was momentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of choosing a gift -- i would like to mention it as an art and not a purchase, simply because it is an extension of the self as expression. Any form of art - dance, music, painting is an expression of the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a discussion on the topic of choosing a gift, things started to unfold naturally. Firstly, the person to whom it has to be gifted is the main focus. Considering his needs and complimenting it as close as possible with the constraints of budget, the gift turns out to be a useful gift. Unless the one who chooses the gift has a concern for the other, such details gets diluted while executing. When you choose a gift for the one whom you adore, you can clearly notice the intricate details and the rest that follows in that action. It is that love that gets reflected and never seen as an ordeal to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the same action as buying a gift comes into the play in the field of an organization for its employees, very few who hold the seat of decision making tend to extend it as an expression of the self. It is performed as a part of the job and not even viewed as a part of the whole. The interconnectedness of the human self invariably gets buried in the soil of selfishness for most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the action that differs but the one who lets it happen makes the difference. As a loved one, he or she is able to see the unifying love in his family or friends. But fails to keep the same with the rest of the world. A flower never differentiates between the people and chooses its loved ones to have its fragrance. Nature remains the same to one and all. The one who contemplates on that unifying eternal one source would emanate that fragrance of love in every tiny bit of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift -- an extended part of the self. It contains your love and not meant to boast who you are and what is your wealth. Let us connect to that one in all and just be wherever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best of gift that we have received is our own being in this human form and the best that we can express as gift, i feel is again our own being in everything --both materialistic and non-materialistic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-1431580989803669568?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1431580989803669568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=1431580989803669568&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1431580989803669568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1431580989803669568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/08/gift.html' title='~ Gift ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-4400416304150850765</id><published>2008-08-09T22:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:23:40.179+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>~ Eternal ~</title><content type='html'>moments of stillness&lt;br /&gt;melting the layers&lt;br /&gt;that blinds the vision&lt;br /&gt;and blocks the way...&lt;br /&gt;eternal is  no-region&lt;br /&gt;ephemeral is the region&lt;br /&gt;walls that separate&lt;br /&gt;dissolve to solve&lt;br /&gt;The search for eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-4400416304150850765?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4400416304150850765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=4400416304150850765&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4400416304150850765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4400416304150850765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/08/eternal.html' title='~ Eternal ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-5888084629673181024</id><published>2008-08-02T17:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:57:14.161+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detached attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>~ Own / Possess ~</title><content type='html'>Looking into the deeper aspects of this system of owning unfolds the beauty of detached attachment. When you truly own, there is no fear of losing or not letting it go when needed. The freedom expressed in the real owning has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unshakable&lt;/span&gt; confidence and clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, one is aware that it is more like one operating or facilitating. Like for example, it is like having an account in a bank. you own the account and the money in the account too. Yet, when it is time to close the account, you just do it and move on to yet another. You operate the account but yet you are not responsible for the functioning of the bank. This body is like an account in a bank called the universal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consciousness&lt;/span&gt;. You know your account and you know your bank too. With what is available in your account only, you can operate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; the bank might have the big big money. The major difference with this world bank called the universal consciousness -- there is no interest charged, no penal action. Always readily and willingly available for funds to fund one's own self. Gratitude is the non demanded returns to that eternal bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possess -- here, one tends to have only and never could experience the beauty of its freedom. The fear of losing applies only in having and therefore letting go is yet another unimaginable one for the one who possesses. Simple acts like even to give away the old clothes when new ones arrive becomes a herculean task for the mind trapped in possessing.&lt;br /&gt;Choice to own or to possess is in one's own clarity of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you possess, you have it&lt;br /&gt;when you own, you taste it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-5888084629673181024?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5888084629673181024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=5888084629673181024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5888084629673181024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5888084629673181024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/08/own-possess.html' title='~ Own / Possess ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7449916444327223110</id><published>2008-07-28T07:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:57:03.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body mind functioning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balanced mind'/><title type='text'>~ Fun of the Sport ~</title><content type='html'>Now a days, the corporates and the big organizations focus on the importance of welfare activities for the employees. Primarily it is to give the feel to the staff that the company is interested in the human side of the staff too. One such programme is arranging a sports meet for the employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing one such sports meet, revealed the being too. The mind, all the time put into a zone of work --planning and execution is for a change expected to participate in the field of sport. Here too, the planning and execution is exhibited by the mind. Then whats the difference? The outcome of the sport is in no way related with the performance at the office. In other words, you perform an action which is not result oriented. That does not mean, the team goes into the field with no aim. Every team walks in with the aim to win but even if they lose, it does not bring in the imbalance in the mind. There is an equanimity in the result. Winning or losing has no grip on the mind. It is for the fun of the sport that participation happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the body too goes through unusual exposure to exhaustion but yet no one sulks or sinks into depression. When non result oriented action is performed, the body too moves well with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life too, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;come across&lt;/span&gt; many situations wherein if we learn this art,"fun of sport" to play, we can experience the outcome too. Primarily, there is no real division among the employees yet for the sake of the sport, the teams are divided. Innately, the sense of oneness exists as belonging to one organization. hence the result is equanimity of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this huge playground of world, we belong to one organization called humanity and keep playing different kinds of sport.There are no losers and no winners. So, lets have the sports meet all the while and not just once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7449916444327223110?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7449916444327223110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7449916444327223110&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7449916444327223110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7449916444327223110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-of-sport.html' title='~ Fun of the Sport ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7264659834792126686</id><published>2008-07-13T18:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:58:11.483+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No-thingness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Master'/><title type='text'>~ Nothingness ~</title><content type='html'>Where rocks dont fit in&lt;br /&gt;The sand fills in ...&lt;br /&gt;Where sound stops&lt;br /&gt;The silence begins&lt;br /&gt;While ice remains&lt;br /&gt;The water flows ...&lt;br /&gt;Shades of nature&lt;br /&gt;Shining one way or the other&lt;br /&gt;Just as The Master&lt;br /&gt;In his presence as teacher&lt;br /&gt;In his absence as teaching&lt;br /&gt;Conveys the essence&lt;br /&gt;as no-thingness ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7264659834792126686?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7264659834792126686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7264659834792126686&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7264659834792126686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7264659834792126686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothingness.html' title='~ Nothingness ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3909926399076522091</id><published>2008-07-08T08:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:00:15.662+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tune in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural'/><title type='text'>~naturally laid~</title><content type='html'>When i happened to be in one of the posh resorts, walking down the entire property just on the seashore left me wondering the human mind's planning as against the naturally laid ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasnt tiny corner that was messed up or ill laid, right from pathways, cottages, garden, the spa etc. beautifully and elegantly enhanced by the choicest of decors, all stood bright and beautiful. Impeccably clean, whether it is the pool or the surrounding. A dedicated team that works round the clock to maintain the ambience. This is oneside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the seashore and watching the vastness of the ocean --oh, my! None to be found working even for a while, yet so clean naturally. Few huge rocks that enhance the prevailing beauty stand there tall too. The waves, the sand, the rocks and the sky --all in tune with no planning or no manning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!Pampered in luxury for the body on oneside of the space and nourishment to the mind to connect to one's own self, all that one has to is just be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever one is, it is vital to remain connected and not get lost in luxury or choose to avoid luxury. There is nothing for or against to be natural. It all depends on the naturally laid self amidst the all pervading Divinity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3909926399076522091?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3909926399076522091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3909926399076522091&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3909926399076522091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3909926399076522091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/07/naturally-laid.html' title='~naturally laid~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-2539641558222973100</id><published>2008-07-04T06:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:21:49.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alighning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indicators'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><title type='text'>~ Indicators ~</title><content type='html'>In a vehicle on road, the indicators play a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; role in alerting the others on the path and letting them move smoothly in their way. Firstly, it is more of a mental alertness for the one who drives as to clearly know his way. Secondly, it helps the others to know if you are going to turn right or left etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right frame of mind, the indicators are on the right track too. Any swing in the functioning of mind, the same indicators get switched on wrongly -- right indicator and turn left. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;results&lt;/span&gt; in accidents, chaos and all confusions to the rider and the rest. Sometimes, traffic jam too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light is permanently fixed and so is the switch with facility to move the way we want. who is it operating? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moods of the human beings are similar to the indicators. Clear mind operating results in the good moods, paves way clearly for self and others too. Confused mind operating, unfortunately results in the bad moods and the chaos, accidents and the traffic jam is innumerable. Swing of moods is the toughest for the self and others on the way. Just imagine, you never know when the guy in front is going to follow his indications correctly. sometimes yes, sometimes no. It is like an adventure trip right in the middle of your journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aligning&lt;/span&gt; with such a confused mind or a clear mind is what one learns and keeps moving ahead. Watching the tyre's movement helps us to get the indications of the turn too. So is it with human beings too. Subtle body languages come handy as indicators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grasp and move ahead, one needs to be stable and clear firstly with one's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;own self&lt;/span&gt;. Indeed, it is an adventurous journey with all its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;subtleties&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-2539641558222973100?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2539641558222973100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=2539641558222973100&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2539641558222973100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2539641558222973100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/07/indicators.html' title='~ Indicators ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7766948593239660054</id><published>2008-06-29T12:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:27:57.354+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permanence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~Awareness~</title><content type='html'>Beware of the interpreting mind&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of the integrated Self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open we drive down the same road many times in our day to day life. Watching the tree filled with flowers is a treat to the eyes. The flowers act as a magnet to our vision and the mind terms as wonderful sight. Few days later, passing by the same way and noticing the tree with less flowers or no flowers, the mind usually tends to compare it with the experience of the previous full bloom. The general comment may be, "how wonderful it used to look earlier".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been with the fall of a flower from a tree? Mostly, we are only caught up with the interpreting mind and ending up with concluding comments. When awareness happens, there is a shift in perception from seeing to being with it. The senses witness the expression but the Self remains in the essence of the expression. Tree in full bloom, tree with less or no flowers -- all have their intense moments of stillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes that happen so naturally in nature lets us know the Truth. In all its expressions of impermanence, underneath lies the basement of s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erene&lt;/span&gt; permanence.The comments of the interpreting mind is like the ignorance of a kid in the presence of an integrated self. Nature is ever so present live and light. To be in tune with nature, choose the platform that connects to your own self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7766948593239660054?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7766948593239660054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7766948593239660054&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7766948593239660054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7766948593239660054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/06/awareness.html' title='~Awareness~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-258656313322537859</id><published>2008-06-22T18:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:45:21.684+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ The Room ~</title><content type='html'>If you had wondered that i have disappeared from the world of blogging, yes in a way it is true and yet it is not. This post is so relevant to the role i presently play in the world of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we move into an apartment,  the rooms get their names according to the furniture placed and function accordingly-- bedroom, kitchen etc. It is but natural and sensible to function accordingly in those areas. No one chooses to cook in the bedroom or sleep in the kitchen.Wherever it is, it is the human being that adapts to the functional side. It is the functional aspects that determine the space which at one time remained as an open space. Human being is the same that operates in the open space and is fully aware of this temporary division of space as bedroom and kitchen. It is the awareness in the human being to know them all as labels of the space and yet function totally according to the zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind, which is also similar to this room concept gets into its functional aspects depending on where it is playing the role. At times, it is amidst full of action(Body and mind) and at times it is into a withdrawn zone, less activity of both body and mind. The beauty lies in the awareness to know them all as springing from one source and expressing differently. Ocean remains the same, travel changes from ship to boat or vice versa but the traveller too remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently, in this ocean of blogging, it has been a change from ship to boat and vice versa in the world of activity. Whatever the changes that happen, it is vital to remain connected and be aware of the one source. Many rooms to move and be with in ONE home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-258656313322537859?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/258656313322537859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=258656313322537859&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/258656313322537859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/258656313322537859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/06/room.html' title='~ The Room ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-4594796815269843181</id><published>2008-05-31T07:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:07:21.503+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interconnectedness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>~ Fence ~</title><content type='html'>A sapling planted on the road side is fenced initially, mainly to get it protected. Selection of the fence, space between the fence and the sapling, provision for watering the plant etc lies in the hands of the gardener. A good gardener knows the importance of each stage, facilitates the sapling to have its natural growth and at the right time removes the fence too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a parent was expressing his concern about bringing up adolescents, i was reminded of the gardener and the sapling relationship. many parents in the name of providing the fence out of love invariably try to impose all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; possible on the sapling and eventually literally suffocate the growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little deeper look reveals the insecurity, fear and failure of the parent to express as closed fencing. Acceptance of the plant as it is(not imposing all that was not possible for him) and confidence in one's own self lets the beautiful birth of the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The importance of one's own clarity is so vital for the interconnectedness of many lives around too. Such a wonderful kid but unfortunately in the hands of a confused mind, end result is invariably not so pleasant. Not just providing the fence is enough but removing it totally at the right time too is equally important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This analogy goes well for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;own selves&lt;/span&gt; too in our day to day living. So its important to get stabilized and then be a support if needed. Discovering one's own self enables to witness the blossoming of many byproducts. The way --- Meditation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-4594796815269843181?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4594796815269843181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=4594796815269843181&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4594796815269843181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4594796815269843181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/05/fence.html' title='~ Fence ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3661312017069802064</id><published>2008-05-09T17:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:52:02.978+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permanence'/><title type='text'>~ The Way ~</title><content type='html'>Facing the phases&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the distance&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;Signs ahead&lt;br /&gt;Paving the way&lt;br /&gt;To the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Cruising or crippled&lt;br /&gt;Continued in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aeon's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Communion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3661312017069802064?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3661312017069802064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3661312017069802064&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3661312017069802064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3661312017069802064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/04/way.html' title='~ The Way ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6987740825104052463</id><published>2008-05-06T07:54:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T06:59:14.514+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;      Watch / Witness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we relate ourselves as strangers to an incident, we get to understand the terms, watch and witness better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walk down the road, let us say we comeacross an accident taking place. As a stranger, we watch it happening. We are no way involved in the incident except as a spectator. But when the police arrive to the scene and enquire only some from the watching spectator come forward to be a witness to the incident. Its now being a part of the incident and yet not directly involved. Aware as a part of it and yet detached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life too, we get to play this role of watching and witnessing from moment to moment. Sometimes, its only watching which is needed and yet other times, its witnessing that happens with the activities of the world outside us. When it comes to the world within, witnessing enables us to have better clarity and awareness. We become a part of the whole and yet learn to remain detached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6987740825104052463?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6987740825104052463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6987740825104052463&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6987740825104052463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6987740825104052463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/05/watch-witness.html' title=''/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7391549144118891456</id><published>2008-05-01T16:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:08:12.594+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='channel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity'/><title type='text'>~ Channel ~</title><content type='html'>Shuttling in space&lt;br /&gt;With-In and out&lt;br /&gt;The wind whispers&lt;br /&gt;Your presence&lt;br /&gt;Burning bright&lt;br /&gt;Illumined as fire&lt;br /&gt;Rising up and down&lt;br /&gt;As the waves of water&lt;br /&gt;Spreading your roots&lt;br /&gt;Into the soil of the soul&lt;br /&gt;Letting the wings open wide&lt;br /&gt;To the channel of eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7391549144118891456?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7391549144118891456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7391549144118891456&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7391549144118891456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7391549144118891456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/05/channel.html' title='~ Channel ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-1523352509546058025</id><published>2008-04-26T07:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-26T07:58:49.122+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toolkit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ego'/><title type='text'>~ Tool Kit ~</title><content type='html'>A sculptor or a carpenter is trained in his skills to make the best use of the tools available to create the product. Same tools eventhough available, if a person is not trained and then ventures to meddle with them can end up in dangerous or destructive act. So, its not the tool that needs to be thrown but if someone wants to be a carpentor then he has to learn to handle the tool. To be a carpenter and then say, i dont need the tools is just ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego reminds me of that tool kit that has so many variety of tools in it. Skilled, that is connected then it becomes the useful tool. The carpenter opens the toolkit and takes the one which is needed for the work. When it is not needed he just puts it back in the kit. So is it with our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, know the tools in the kit very well like humble, loving, angry etc. Then, we need to get trained. That is learning to connect the ego to the consciousness. Then put them to use, that is applying. Then keep them back in its kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A log of wood given to a skilled carpenter can turn out to be a wonderful chair. Same in the hands of untrained, unconnected individual, i leave it your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;May be its not correct to say GO to ego but learn to connect it to the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When connected, the same person may express anger but will not be angry. That is the proper use of the tool. The chisel is used to chip the unwanted in the statue but not to damage it. The sculptor knows the way to use the chisel and bring forth the beautiful statue. To say, chisel is a dangerous instrument and never use it is ignorance. That means, you are limiting the creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world of action, dynamism outside in the world makes use of the proper tough tools. While moving within, involves subtle tools too. Without the ego, who is there to have the realization? We just learn to balance to make use of the different tools as we interact in the world outside and within too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-1523352509546058025?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/1523352509546058025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=1523352509546058025&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1523352509546058025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/1523352509546058025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/04/tool-kit.html' title='~ Tool Kit ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3718319022269655080</id><published>2008-04-18T07:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:22:23.207+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><title type='text'>~ Solitude ~</title><content type='html'>Solace with mind&lt;br /&gt;Solitude with soul&lt;br /&gt;Body in both&lt;br /&gt;A bridge to cross&lt;br /&gt;Shambled breath to&lt;br /&gt;Serene in solitude&lt;br /&gt;Worry and hurry&lt;br /&gt;Bury in solace&lt;br /&gt;Silence and stillness&lt;br /&gt;Nectar of solitude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3718319022269655080?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3718319022269655080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3718319022269655080&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3718319022269655080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3718319022269655080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/04/solitude.html' title='~ Solitude ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7542189291122317401</id><published>2008-04-12T07:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:32:52.701+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional binding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body mind functioning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detachment'/><title type='text'>~ Ailing Body, Healthy Mind ~</title><content type='html'>Sickness, hospital, confined to the bed -- who would ever wish to be there either as a patient or as an attendant. But, life is not of choices of our own. One may plan everything in detail for the next day and go to bed. Wake up only to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few are indeed unfortunately fortunate to observe the functioning of this great equipment called body and mind in such situations. I dont wish anyone for such a experience but at the same time when it happens, instead of getting caught with the sickness and the gloom of the whole region, you may choose to make use of it to observe yourself and the others too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when we are clear with the understanding of body, mind and soul, the connectivity with our ownself does not succumb to the sicknesss of the body. No doubt, we watch the body failing in its functioning. The connectivity turns the duty as compassion. We watch and attend to our own body with so much compassion and the same happens when we are a attendant for others too. Compassion is at its peak when the mind is clear and detached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no emotional binding but a lot more responding to the situation. Words get limited and expressions of love flows abundantly. Just sitting by the side of the patient and allowing oneself to just be can leave you with an experience beyond words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healthy mind is a great booster to an ailing body and attending to an ailing person too. The levels of awareness and alertness is at its best. Thats why, you may have come across family members opting for such a person to be there in such situations. Just the presence of such a person instills confidence in the patient too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still watch the sunrise and be in its warmth, sitting in the hospital.(ofcourse depends on the part thats affected). You only have to be lucky to get a room facing the east to watch the sunrise. When the body is affected, there is an effect on the mind and vice versa too. But, to go beyond and apply all the learning of healthy mind, detachment etc, one has the possibility of remaining in the self and attendant to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, the sense of gratefulness to The Creator is immense. What we tend to take it for granted, we understand its importance. Every cell of this body and mind enables us to be our ownselves in so many ways. Instead of waiting for an opportunity to realize the greatness of this body and mind for its functioning and also help us to know our real self, every moment shall abide in gratefulness to The creator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7542189291122317401?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7542189291122317401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7542189291122317401&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7542189291122317401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7542189291122317401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/04/ailing-body-healthy-mind.html' title='~ Ailing Body, Healthy Mind ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-4690522779918152484</id><published>2008-04-09T08:43:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:32:43.771+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tune in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adaptability'/><title type='text'>~ "Adapt Tune" ~</title><content type='html'>An insight into a dance competition show. Unlike the regular performance where a participant proves his dancing skills to a song selected and well trained for it, here he is expected to dance to the unexpected tunes. The DJ on the set is the creator of the tunes for that moment. The participant on the floor is evaluated as to how well his performance is tuned in to the unexpected rhythms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Expect the unexpected" and tune in to be your own self. Thats when the best of performance is unfolded. You dont perform but you just tune in to the rhythms. There is a subtle and yet a vital difference that distinguishes you from the rest. The sense organ, ear, lets the listening happen. The mind accepts the tune and the body adapts to the tune and thats what is called the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, one needs to be well equipped with the skills and thats what is called confidence. Without a proper knowledge and practice of the skill, one would only turn out to be a laughing stock on the floor. Once the knowledge gained, needs proper application. Thats tuning in and thats wisdom. Just mere exhibiting knowledge is like unable to tune in to the subtlety of the unexpected. Many in real life situations fail to stand up to the unexpected only because the fear of application results in failure. Stops as knowledge but fails to be as wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observing the various participants and the comments of the judge, it was interesting to note the major difference, "adapting and tuning in" playing the vital role in the decision making. One of the participant exhibited his dancing prowess extremely well but there was something missing and the judge rightly pointed it out. All the while, it was obvious on his face as whats the next change on the tune and then adapt to it. He was not letting the music flow in and let the dance freak out. He simply didnt enjoy it on the whole and was only keen on exhibiting his performing skills.Yet another participant, had the grace and had let them all flow through him.It was a joy watching him. None could separate the ever changing music with his natural ability to adapt and tune in. The finishing touch was that relaxed body movement which uttered the fulfilment in him.It never appeared as if he was on a competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful insight. Wanting to prove and perform well eludes the joy of just being. Also, not with an attitude of comparing and competing but just tuning in and adapting to whats available lets you to just be. Not necessarily, these need to be applied only for recognition and winning in a competition. But if we understand the spirit of this wonderful show, "adapt and tune in" to just be your own self, then there is no competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets adapt and tune in to the rhythms of our beloved Creator, the greatest DJ on the floor called world and lets enjoy the dance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-4690522779918152484?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4690522779918152484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=4690522779918152484&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4690522779918152484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4690522779918152484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/04/adapt-tune.html' title='~ &quot;Adapt Tune&quot; ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7570914560949053995</id><published>2008-04-06T07:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:59:47.663+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stagnate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alive'/><title type='text'>~ Alive/Dead ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R_g1jcahT-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Wq26H-SQf0U/s1600-h/lotus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R_g1jcahT-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Wq26H-SQf0U/s320/lotus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185953853956247522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pond with a whole lot of live plants is a beauty. It attracts the people to stop and admire its beauty. The flowers are the guest houses for the bees and other visitors. There is so much life and freshness. The fragrance of the flowers fill the air. A live plant is an enhancer to the already existing pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same plant when it is dead, what a plight it renders! No longer it is called as a plant but regarded as debris. The pond still exists. Fragrance to stink, freshness to dullness. From a pond full of life and activity, when filled with dead plants, it takes the shape of a mortuary. No one would ever wish to visit a pond of mortuary and spend an evening by the side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This body is like a pond. keep the plant alive within, let it emanate the fragrance. Your presence in this world with this body is like a pond full of life, freshness and fragrance. Clear the debris within and let it not contaminate the rest. This is a wonderful mobile pond. Unlike the pond that has to wait for the visitor to visit it, this human pond is blessed to have the best of both. Can move or can choose to be at one place too. when it is alive only, dont send it to a mortuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting it flow with the freshness and fragrance or letting it stagnate and stink is the wisdom of the individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7570914560949053995?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7570914560949053995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7570914560949053995&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7570914560949053995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7570914560949053995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/04/alivedead.html' title='~ Alive/Dead ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R_g1jcahT-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Wq26H-SQf0U/s72-c/lotus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7877945384002583670</id><published>2008-04-01T06:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:42:51.284+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ Humour ~</title><content type='html'>Laugh to feel light. A magical statement indeed. It has to happen naturally to have its immense lightness. Forced to perform, it turns out to be another action executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humour is an innate nature of the human being. Some are ruled by it, some rule it and yet another ruin it totally. The first category are invariably condemned as "gone case" and the beauty of the humour gets blemished by overdoing. At times, it can land the one who cracks the joke into a crater, if used at the wrong time affecting the sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who rules knows it well and lets it flow. Its not a prepared , preplanned action. The vision to see it with a touch of humour lets one to lead a life of lightness and have that aura of light around too. Such people  despite a heavy share of unpleasant incidents in life,  cross the ocean of turbulence only because of this innate torch --humour. You may be shocked to know their exact life pattern and the people they have to live with. But it doesnt bother them. They just switch on to the patterns of day and night as and when needed. Ofcourse, the joyous with less share of heavy burden too make the life richer with this innate torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third category, irrespective of what life has to render to them, they simply prefer to cloud their mind and ruin the art of letting humour light up the life. You can easily identify such people from the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish to share a incident with one who can probably be called as moving with a heavy,heavy load. When asked, when did she come? She said, i came 35 years ago but had a major accident some 10 years ago.(mentioning her married life) believe me, whenever she is there, its filled with fun. She inspires many by the way she looks and takes life in its flow. Working hard both at work and at home, its her humour that enhances her presence. Life had been hard  yet the light of humour has made it light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with a sense of humour invariably are more focussed and deliver the goods with ease. less stress, less sickness of the body and mind, laughter indeed is theraputic too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7877945384002583670?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7877945384002583670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7877945384002583670&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7877945384002583670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7877945384002583670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/04/humour.html' title='~ Humour ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8857015724846486510</id><published>2008-03-28T07:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:00:44.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ let go ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let go NOT to lose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But to be abundant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go -- yet another term one comes across in the spiritual circle more often. It may not be possible to have a definite description to this word. May be, when we try to relate with a concrete example, we understand its subtle expression better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say, we are on to a "Roller coaster" ride. Now, the person on the ride is gripped in fear, yet wants to go in the ride and experience the thrill. Watch the person, the body goes into a dead state like stiffness, eyes closed mostly and holding tightly to whatever is available. Yes, the person does go through the journey with a dead state. Now, let the turn happen. Imagine the same person becomes aware that there is nothing to hold on and become tight, close the eyes and physically cling to something. Anyways, the journey is happening and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infact&lt;/span&gt;, people who go in it fearlessly seem to enjoy better and return with a fulfillment. This awareness brings forth the confidence and same person is back on the ride with just a change in his attitude of, "let go".&lt;br /&gt;Wow! be there to experience it and watching such a transformation in a person even in a simple ride can have a lasting effect on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride is the same as much as the person. Then whats it that has been "let go". Its not the physical item that is dropped. Neither the ride or the person is abandoned from undertaking the journey.It all happens in the invisible mind. There is nothing to abandon in the subtle level. You just loosen your grip on the ever existing flow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; let go. Its not abandoning. Its not losing. Rather let go lets you experience the abundance in the flow. Just like the ride experienced by the "let go" person. Your clinging clogs the experience of abundance. Everything exists as it is but its the state of mind that speaks the difference in experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming into contact or listening to the words of wisdom from an enlightened being lets you have that confidence and be aware of the abundance of letting the let go happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let go clears the clog in the connectors to the creator! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8857015724846486510?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8857015724846486510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8857015724846486510&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8857015724846486510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8857015724846486510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-go.html' title='~ let go ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6654599668808339581</id><published>2008-03-25T07:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:51:41.799+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort zone'/><title type='text'>~ Confidence ~</title><content type='html'>Confide in one's own self is confidence. For this to happen, one needs to identify the self. The human being is used to developing confidence in others. Its the outside which lets you know and get the feel of that word, confidence. Actually, the outside either helps to identify the hidden potential or becomes an emptying vessel for emotional confidence. All these aspects take place on the zone of body and mind functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a complete development in one's own self, the search for wholeness begins. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; when every aspect and angle of the outside is turned within to derive the same, right within. Not every individual is fortunate to get that exclusive guidance from a human form who knows His Self and who enables you to find your self too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming into contact with such Realised beings, you discover a whole lot of missing(misplaced) blocks that are essential to complete the construction. Both the body and mind are meant for attaining the eventual wholeness. Remaining in the comfort zone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesnot&lt;/span&gt; let one to explore and find the rest of the blocks. Either its fear or ignorance that pulls down the confidence. The one who has a clear vision never gets distracted in the comfort zone(however great and beautiful it may look) and is always on the move(change) to have the wholeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still worse, people who get stuck to the comfort zone when refused can even resort to accusing The one who had been instrumental in their development. A child &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refusing&lt;/span&gt; to have the food is initially cajoled and given chocolate to develop the confidence. But, the mother's aim would finally be to feed the real nourishment much needed for the kid. No mother is ever going to feed the child only with chocolates and allow the deterioration. If the kid blames the mother, it only shows its ignorance. But same continues with any other relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when coming to know the real self, none other than the individual is at loss and misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be wise to know your self well and be grateful to existence for all such blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6654599668808339581?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6654599668808339581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6654599668808339581&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6654599668808339581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6654599668808339581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/confidence.html' title='~ Confidence ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7770813454180090636</id><published>2008-03-21T10:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:26:26.234+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ Sleep-lessness~</title><content type='html'>For what shall i&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the bed&lt;br /&gt;when sleep refuses&lt;br /&gt;To embrace me&lt;br /&gt;Dream is an illusion&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is a non-reality&lt;br /&gt;Embedded grains&lt;br /&gt;Inside the mind&lt;br /&gt;No bed for the body&lt;br /&gt;That houses the grained mind&lt;br /&gt;Strangulated within&lt;br /&gt;With unknown fear&lt;br /&gt;with a loaded mind&lt;br /&gt;and an exhausted body&lt;br /&gt;Vital breath yet flowing&lt;br /&gt;Connecting all to the ONE&lt;br /&gt;Birth of darkness&lt;br /&gt;No longer haunts me&lt;br /&gt;For its light, light&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7770813454180090636?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7770813454180090636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7770813454180090636&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7770813454180090636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7770813454180090636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/sleep-lessness.html' title='~ Sleep-lessness~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6024230328595376553</id><published>2008-03-19T07:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:22:19.498+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Judgement ~</title><content type='html'>Unless you know to judge well, you can not perform well -- this is our usual understanding while relating to everyday actions in the world. True, we need to know but we need not go for a judgement but be aware of the distinguishing features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgement lets one to polarities --good/bad, favourable/unfavourable, light/darkness etc.. In awareness, it just lets us have a clear picture of happening and not happening. There are no emotional negativity associated with the happenings. There are no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt; in awareness for there is no expectations. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; say, if the sun rises at 6am --&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; good and if the sun shows up at 7am its bad. We only say, the sun is up or its on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In awareness, instead of just two poles, there is also an ever existing possibility. This or that and also there can be both. So, instead of a sharp cut into two pieces, its like a piece with all possibilities at all times. That exactly lets one to view it moment to moment. Contrast to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;judgement&lt;/span&gt; where its pushed to either poles, in awareness its a flow from moment to moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creation is whole and hence created too has to be whole. The ratio of the combination of the so called positive and negative varies with each person at various moments. So to label one just reflects one's own ignorance. Same time not to be aware of the happening too reflects one's own ignorance. When you judge, you react. When you are aware, you respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you step out of the house, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; expect the tree to greet you, the bird to sing. If the wind and the tree are in love, you get greeted by the swaying of the branches and leaves. If the wind fails to visit the tree, then its not that the tree is angry and expresses anger. It still remains standing there as elegantly as ever just that its in love with its own self. Its the human mind, interpreting every move and lead to judgement. In awareness, the natural love of the innate nature is ever abiding irrespective of the expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in essence connects to the essence and responds to the expression...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6024230328595376553?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6024230328595376553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6024230328595376553&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6024230328595376553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6024230328595376553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/judgement.html' title='~ Judgement ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-5023044704136482019</id><published>2008-03-15T07:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:43:52.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ Fulfill ~</title><content type='html'>Full + Fill = Fulfill                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;Wonderfully coined expression! A combination of both finite and infinite, matter and spirit, gross and subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, why such a term coined? What does it convey? Someone who had tasted that which is already full and still gets filled had named it so appropriately. What a moment it would have been for that being! yes, we too have had many such glimpses of fulfilling moments. Moments which cannot be contained but can only be experienced and gets expanded endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments - none of the gross description can reveal its vastness and fullness. It can be experienced with various forms--people, pets or just with nature or even more just with one's own self.  When we learn to dwell in the depths of our being, we understand the precious word, fulfilling. Look into a new born babe, wow! what a fulfilling moment! Just an exchange of smile is the sign of communication for the being, silence pervading all within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing its fullness in one's own being transports one to filling as fragrance. Fragrant flower, it is in its fulfilling moments. Is it possible to separate the fragrance from a flower? so is it, both full and fill. Full as a flower and fill as its fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilling --fragrant flower! Let our being be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-5023044704136482019?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5023044704136482019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=5023044704136482019&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5023044704136482019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5023044704136482019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/fulfill.html' title='~ Fulfill ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-956557136146419922</id><published>2008-03-09T08:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:58:44.928+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana'/><title type='text'>~ Attire and Accessory ~</title><content type='html'>In this creation, its surprising to notice that all other forms of creation from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unicell&lt;/span&gt; amoeba to our beloved ancestor, monkey remain in existence without any attire or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accessory&lt;/span&gt;. Mankind is the only one who is all prepared with his extra fittings, clothing and awaiting the birth of the new born. The primitive man existed and was in tune with nature with his barest minimal attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at the body of a man living in forest in tune with nature, it would be shining and glowing. Naturally naked is nature and there is so much to learn, admire and revel in it. The modern day man having accomplished the clothing concept with mankind, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesnot&lt;/span&gt; now spare his pets at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has created a clown of himself and wants to add his pet to that clown family with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;manmade&lt;/span&gt; clothes. Fortunately, unlike the man, the pets are yet to have the faculty for realisation if not you would find them demanding for the best just like the kids. Its the human mind, right from birth creates a veil of concepts that blinds the mind to see it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how one claims, to protect the body from climatic conditions clothes are worn which eventually can lead to a lot of other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;subsidiaries&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;, comparison, jealousy for the best clothes. The mind too is inculcated to wear such clothes, cunningness etc to survive in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free flow, nakedness of the mind is lost over a period as the child grows to become an adult. The end result, one finds oneself like a bird in a golden cage. Realisation takes that turn within to find the way to one's own naked Truth. Attired outside yet not tied by the attire is the balancing act that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goes&lt;/span&gt; with this body and mind with the world outside.The real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nirvana&lt;/span&gt; is not to be without clothes but to go back to the source of nakedness and remain in it. Gross to the body, subtle to the mind is the way to The Source!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-956557136146419922?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/956557136146419922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=956557136146419922&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/956557136146419922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/956557136146419922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/attire-and-accessory.html' title='~ Attire and Accessory ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-2775981424586638781</id><published>2008-03-05T16:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:26:57.798+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freewill'/><title type='text'>~ Freewill ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You can do nothing about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;can do everything about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats it all about? The way, which had been paved exclusively for you is not a puzzle to solve or a way to mend. It exists as it is and you exist to see it as it is. Caught in a traffic jam, you can choose to get choked or choose to listen to the music in your vehicle. Its the outlook to the present prevailing condition that lets you choose the better for the bitter. Going for the better, the positive attitude is certainly welcoming yet beware of the bitter thats always waiting to make its entry. So whats the use of this living if i can do nothing about the way or the approach to the way? The Masters reveal the answer. The benediction that comes along with this birth to realize the real purpose of living is to know the use of Freewill to know The Self. Neither the positive nor the negative, but being a witness to the ways of life unfolds The Truth. Observe all thats happening around you, observe all thats not happening within you too to have the inner vision of the Self. The way exists and you realize you can do nothing about it. You exist and you realize, the Freewill lets you do everything about it, thats the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-2775981424586638781?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2775981424586638781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=2775981424586638781&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2775981424586638781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2775981424586638781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/freewill.html' title='~ Freewill ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7935454285762061525</id><published>2008-03-03T11:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:40:20.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~ The Way ~</title><content type='html'>You own a car, you are at the driver's seat, you are aware you are presently not at your home and you need to drive down to reach your own home. On the road, with the vehicle, well versed with controls, yet whats that which paves the way for the move? Your jurisdiction stops with your vehicle, you have no say on the traffic or the road to travel. Empty roads, you cruise through in perfect control. More traffic, you slow down to go in pace with the traffic. Road block by people voicing their opinions, agitation, you may probably have to stop the vehicle for a while, wait for the crowd to disperse and then proceed. Road block caused by major accident and traffic being diverted, you have no option but to just turn and go with the flow of the traffic. Its not the journey, the life, but the realization to know, presently, i am not at home and i need to reach my own home that puts you on the road. Once on the road, you need to be aware of your vehicle and be aware of the existing way on the road. This is choiceless awareness. Eventhough, it may appear as if its you who is choosing the way, on the subtler level, you would understand that with choiceless awareness you are on the way. Its Karma, the unknown which silently acts as the driving force, keeping the road free to cruise or move like a tortoise or just stop and wait. All the while its to remember and remind oneself that every bit of the journey is only to reach home. Build as many imaginary sweet homes as you wish with the best of creativity but know they all exist just outside you and you need to get back home, your real home, right within. Your way is taken care by the designer, its your stay on the way that makes the difference. Divine Grace, formless or in form as Master bestows the benediction to just be with every moment on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Screach, snail or stop-- it all happens on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7935454285762061525?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7935454285762061525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7935454285762061525&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7935454285762061525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7935454285762061525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/way.html' title='~ The Way ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8179832850393153186</id><published>2008-03-01T06:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-01T08:15:57.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='becoming to being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master-disciple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just be'/><title type='text'>~ Wheel of creation ~</title><content type='html'>Pot making wheel -- have you ever heard a ball of clay walking up to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;potmaker&lt;/span&gt;, disclosing what it wants to be and then climb up and place itself on the centre of the wheel? A pot is made out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choicelessness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awarelessness&lt;/span&gt; of the clay. The creator prepares the ball of clay, places it at the right time on a spinning wheel, guides the formation in coordination with the speed and shape he wants and eventually at the right time lifts it out from the wheel too to be presented as an item to the world. The whole process is purely happening in the awareness and choice of the maker. The one to be molded needs to become a clay only then it can just be something in this world. Clay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesnot&lt;/span&gt; instruct the maker nor has a wish to become this or that. It is just as it is, simply being. We, as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;humanbeings&lt;/span&gt; have entered this world with a definite form, mind full of desires and concepts and yet struggle to become whatever it is. Unlike the clay, when we just surrender ourselves to the Divine with utmost awareness, drop the becoming and remain as just being on the wheel of creation, rest will happen as it is. Its the Divine, the maker who spins the wheel of world of events and also guides us by placing his hands to gives us a shape.The stay on the wheel, the shape, the time of removal-- all according to what the Divine wants it to be. Ball of clay as vase, pot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;artifacts&lt;/span&gt; etc.., all of them remain in a shape, each unique in its own usage, retaining the one universal essence and remaining as a witness to the shape. Its all about going back to the beginning from becoming and just letting the Divine to let us just be. Remain a disciple to just be, let The Master be your maker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8179832850393153186?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8179832850393153186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8179832850393153186&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8179832850393153186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8179832850393153186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/wheel-of-creation.html' title='~ Wheel of creation ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-858384299854736794</id><published>2008-02-28T17:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:37:05.533+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dissolve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connected'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i'/><title type='text'>~ Who am I ~</title><content type='html'>A friend gave us an option to choose any one of the three --Potato, Egg, Tea. The query was, "whom do you want to be in this world?" Each one of us chose differently. The explanation given was astounding. This world is compared to the boiling water and the three objects represent, the you. When all these three objects are placed in a boiling water, the potato gets cooked and even breaks down. The egg gets cooked and remains hard withstanding the heat.(shell acts a s a protective shield) The tea, makes use of the boiling water, dissolves in it and gets transformed as a drink. World remains the same for everyone but it depends on purely as what we want to be. This is the major difference as how one learns to view the world with all its presentations, make use of it and be someone. Even with the best of situations, you may find the sulking and sad one. Surprisingly, even with the best of worst situations, you may still find the contended and complete one. Wherever we are right now, as a potato, egg or tea, once learning to connect well within, who knows we may become the tea for the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-858384299854736794?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/858384299854736794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=858384299854736794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/858384299854736794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/858384299854736794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-am-i.html' title='~ Who am I ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-6723071163889541761</id><published>2008-02-26T07:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:43:54.045+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connectivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bondage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>~ Liberation ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You can only be devoted to Being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can only be bonded to human &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats that which makes the difference from bondage to devotion?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whatelse&lt;/span&gt; than love. In any relationship, when we are connected to the Being of the other, its that love which transpires as devotion. But generally devotion is mostly related with God whom we have never seen in any human form or its related with Maser-disciple relationship. This is essentially because of the love connected to the Being in the human form. Rarely, we come across such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impeccable&lt;/span&gt; love being transpired in other relationships. In the name of love, mostly you find only being bonded and they would claim that as great love. Fake has the ability to be deceptive to the extent of super matching the real. Its the fragrance of the real that can never be matched. The fragrance is the liberation that emanates in devotion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; why when you come across couple who are truly devoted to each other, you would be filled with its fragrance. We call them devoted couple. This can be felt in all other human relationship also once we learn to connect to the Being. A great feel of liberation is the sign for true love. People may still be existing in all relationships without liberation. This is called bondage, where its two humans who are connected by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nametag&lt;/span&gt; of the relationship and will be struggling all the time to hold it together. Bondage lives in fear, insecurity and what not. Liberation is in freedom. You can feel the difference and see the difference when a relationship happens in freedom. let it be a married couple, mother-child, friend or anything, the flavour can never be missed when devoted to the Being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-6723071163889541761?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/6723071163889541761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=6723071163889541761&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6723071163889541761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/6723071163889541761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/liberation.html' title='~ Liberation ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8555022538089234861</id><published>2008-02-24T06:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:16:14.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>~Amusement Park ~</title><content type='html'>Walk into an amusement park with some awareness, you would leave with insights beyond just fun. The park can portray a mini version of the drama called life and world. Visitors vary in age and in their status of mind too. Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rightaway&lt;/span&gt; plunge into the fun, venturing into every ride fearlessly. While some choose the rides that would match them, still some just accompany and never dare to go near any ride. While on the ride too, the joy, fear expressed differs from person to person. Each have their unique flavour to it. Not all rides would be functional at all given time too, some may have been taken up for service and hence may not be available. So is it in life too. Its there and yet its not available. Sometimes the daredevils pull the never to dare and just let them go with the ride. What had gripped them as fear may just vanish and they would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;return&lt;/span&gt; with a beaming smile. In life too, when forced to face situations, confidence is that beaming smile that emerges when fear loses it grip. An interesting ride where a person is seated in  a cabin and then it swings and goes right up and stands upside down. Fearless, hanging upside down, wow!what a feel it can leave one with. The whole world appears upside down, yet one without fear enjoys the best of moments. You get to see things from above and its never the same. Life situations caused by karma can make hang upside down, yet how well we hang from there and see things is what makes the ride most enjoyable. many more rides to chip in their contributions.&lt;br /&gt;On exit, changes can be seen or need not be too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8555022538089234861?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8555022538089234861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8555022538089234861&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8555022538089234861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8555022538089234861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/amusement-park.html' title='~Amusement Park ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-4540857425782274049</id><published>2008-02-18T11:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:59:27.472+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>~ Levels of Awareness ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Beware of Ignorance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be Aware of Self!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That which begins as a practice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becomes a part of the whole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new that never existed is going to be introduced for practicing. Yet, there comes a moment when each of us are introduced to discover our own self through various means. Body exists from the time of birth, yet the real feel of that first moment is experiential. Same with breath too. Breathing has been happening but when we enter into its realm with that touch of awareness then on the Real living begins.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance in a way acts as the backdrop for awareness. In life, when we begin to learn some art or anything, we tend to have a total focus on the job. Like when we first begin to cut vegetables, the eyes, the hands and the mind are in total focus. Its the practice which eventually leads to evolution. Perfection sounds more like a finite one. But with subtleness, it just expands to nowhere. The taste of the self which begins as a practice eventually grows to expand in awareness. Focus with practice gets transformed into awareness. You no longer have to look at the vegetable and cut it but it can get transformed to happen with awareness.Until its totally merged to be a part of the whole, there is every possibility to cut the finger even after many years of cutting vegetables. Both the favourable and the unfavourable situations are just a backdrop for the awareness. To get identified with the backdrop or the periphery and lose insight with the centre is the most essential watch for every individual. Even that drifting is only to drift in totally into the centre. Be grateful to existence for all the support it renders and never lose track on awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-4540857425782274049?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4540857425782274049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=4540857425782274049&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4540857425782274049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4540857425782274049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/levels-of-awareness.html' title='~ Levels of Awareness ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-5200095414037021670</id><published>2008-02-16T18:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:02:23.661+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letgo'/><title type='text'>~ Solitude ~</title><content type='html'>Blow with the wind&lt;br /&gt;Flow with the river&lt;br /&gt;Glow with the stars&lt;br /&gt;Move with the clouds&lt;br /&gt;unshakeable as the mountain&lt;br /&gt;vast as the sky&lt;br /&gt;letgo as the falls&lt;br /&gt;what cant deter them&lt;br /&gt;why let it deter you&lt;br /&gt;unaware they remain&lt;br /&gt;With awareness you remain&lt;br /&gt;moments of glimpses&lt;br /&gt;may merge forever&lt;br /&gt;as one without a second&lt;br /&gt;In the solitude of silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-5200095414037021670?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5200095414037021670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=5200095414037021670&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5200095414037021670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5200095414037021670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/solitude.html' title='~ Solitude ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-8499399331347806484</id><published>2008-02-15T17:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:01:33.684+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mastering the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acceptance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adaptability'/><title type='text'>~ The Kitchen ~</title><content type='html'>The world appears like a kitchen to me. Thats where the nourishment for the body is prepared. Even before any formal learning to cook begins, one starts with atleast to make hot water. What amuses like simple preparation of hot water, can turn out to be a task for the beginner. Then on, from traditional recipes to sudden midway discoveries, many, many new dishes are learned. Whats prepared by mom(or whomsoever), is whats the menu for the day. It need not necessarily be prepared by following the traditional ways and stick only to customized recipes. Homely food is everyday's touch. With whats available in the kitchen, whats needed for the day, the lady goes about cool with cooking. Believe me, thats when many new dishes too are discovered. Adaptability to availability blossoms into creativity. So is this world. Recipes for the mind churned and discovered in this world. Traditional techniques are essential but one has to learn to adapt to availability of ingredients to suit the needs of the individual and let the Divine blossom as creativity. Ingredients need not be the same and be available as the same to everyone. Learn to cook with whats available to nourish the mind. We must not forget that &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;always we prepare the palatable food. Sometimes, we do burn them up too. Thats part of learning and only ensure to pick up the nuances. Healthy body, healthy mind is all that we can take care. Rest is ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-8499399331347806484?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/8499399331347806484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=8499399331347806484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8499399331347806484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/8499399331347806484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/kitchen.html' title='~ The Kitchen ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-290832407142488150</id><published>2008-02-10T21:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:46:26.590+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compassion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ignorance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>~ Ignorance ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ignorance blinds one's Self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compassion sustains in stability&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a human is stuffed with the byproducts of ignorance called hate, jealousy, possessiveness, insecurity, fear etc -- it remains like a stuffed doll and loses its sense of love and compassion. This can be witnessed mostly in strained relationships, like between mother and son, married partners, friends. The strained relationship between two individuals can severe the link with one's own self if the individual lives in ignorance. This was so evident while witnessing the partners of a strained married life. The wife failed to take notice of the sudden deterioration in the health of the man until the daughter arrived in time to take the medical assistance most needed for the man. Its not that the wife was heartless, but just that ignorance virus named hate had spread all over her mind and she just could not even notice the seriousness. She did realize her foolishness how her ignorance had blinded her and didnot let her even to see that husband just as a man. This is the worst of cancer that can hit the mind and paralyse the essence of the human being, love and compassion. Once paralysed, its nolonger a vibrant living but a mere dead life. This is where meditation works wonders. No matter what the relationships are, great or worst, it would never let you be infected by the virus and get paralysed. Atleast it would let you see the man in a strained relationship as a man if not a husband. These are practical lessons to learn and be grateful to the source that had bestowed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-290832407142488150?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/290832407142488150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=290832407142488150&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/290832407142488150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/290832407142488150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/ignorance.html' title='~ Ignorance ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7760645242101254408</id><published>2008-02-08T21:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:13:10.012+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>~ Witness ~</title><content type='html'>Shades of colours so many&lt;br /&gt;you flaunt in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Different frames&lt;br /&gt;of many backdrops&lt;br /&gt;You provide for the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Stationary you remain&lt;br /&gt;With all your splendour&lt;br /&gt;Rest in motion&lt;br /&gt;Present a panoramic movie&lt;br /&gt;We watch your innumerable shows&lt;br /&gt;As sky the self remains&lt;br /&gt;As cloud the body moves&lt;br /&gt;As shades the mind&lt;br /&gt;As innumerable projected shows indeed&lt;br /&gt;Who is it watching&lt;br /&gt;this show of mine&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;My beloved witness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7760645242101254408?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7760645242101254408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7760645242101254408&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7760645242101254408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7760645242101254408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/witness.html' title='~ Witness ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-2792538436423015794</id><published>2008-02-07T07:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:05:17.326+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let-go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fearless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>~ False to Flow ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6mMitCuJ0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/UyiAVICTCas/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163812975591434050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6mMitCuJ0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/UyiAVICTCas/s200/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nature strickes me with yet another astounding truth. Many descriptions emerge from many minds to describe the falls as wonderful, beautiful, amazing etc. But many times, many of us miss out on the subtler aspect or probably the lesson that we can imbibe from it, ofcourse, the river by itself may not be aware of it too. One such -- its our mind which attributes descriptions that fit our imaginations. When we exercise the same principle in life with people and situations, it can lead to distortions. Distortions to disturbances and then to derailment. So therefore, nothing wrong in describing the nature for all its wonder it presents but also one needs to be aware of not getting caught in the concept and seeing it as it is. This is the essence of the teachings of our Masters. When we practise to do this with nature, it surely helps us to deal better with the rest of the world. That doesnt mean, one should freeze the flow. Just need to be aware and apply appropriately as we keep moving ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falls -- is it a reminder to be fearless in life? looks like. Now, letting open the gates of imagination-- if the river which is flowing on a plain surface is gripped by the fear(height) of the huge valley, imagine what would happen to the river. It cant let go and become a falls. When it runs on the plains, its called only a river. But when it drops from the height, it beco&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6mWvNCuJ1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/zXeMq7YD7sc/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163824185456076626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6mWvNCuJ1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/zXeMq7YD7sc/s200/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mes a falls. Onceagain, no one has assured it that its going to flow again, yet it simply drops to flow. What a beauty it renders(it doesnt know) to the eyes of the one who sees. The lesson -let go and go with the flow. The river does it unknowingly, but as humanbeings, we have our 6th sense that can play the havoc. Thats when we need to turn to nature to look within and apply the same with total awareness. There is no guarantee to pass the test in the first shot, but its vital to take the test. Meditation is the facilitator in this process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unchartered ways to a never existing destination, it flows.....On its way, embraces and encounters all that comes....False eye creates a fear even watching a falls, clear vision lets one to be in the wonders of the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-2792538436423015794?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/2792538436423015794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=2792538436423015794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2792538436423015794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/2792538436423015794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/false-to-flow.html' title='~ False to Flow ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6mMitCuJ0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/UyiAVICTCas/s72-c/IMG_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-4663527879483199315</id><published>2008-02-06T09:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:07:22.707+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mastering the mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='withdrawal'/><title type='text'>~ Studyroom ~</title><content type='html'>Back on wheels and here we proceed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vehicle( body and mind), need not visit the service centre only for repairs or damage caused by accidents. It can be, rather ideally it should be sent for regular service check up so that all the parts are serviced well to enable smooth functioning and also to avoid breakdowns because of service failure. The mechanic might discover some faulty parts and put them back in place. Just like how, eventhough hospitals are primarily meant for treating sickness, yet the wise go for a health checkup even when everything is well. Many discover the hidden germs that could have manifested as the most dangerous disease. Early detection, permanent cure! So lets do it once in a while for a healthy living.&lt;br /&gt;May be i wished to extend the same practise for the mind too. So decided to stop the vehicle for a while with no purpose. That is, when all is well, go for the checkup too. But here, you are the doc and the patient too. Generally the mind is used to certain patterns and gets caught in concepts too. Thats why when such pattern gets changed for whatever reasons, it can go totally off balance. Now, here, its a wonderful opportunity to watch the mind which can get used to blogging and all its interactions(love, concern, appreciations, rejections etc) when withdrawn not by external force or has no access to it, but simply by a voluntary instruction. How much it can still remain in the present, ie. without blogging too and what actually happens in that zone. It can also help us to identify any hidden germs, if any --like i noticed, while visiting other sites, the tendency to go for a comment. Then since it was happening in awareness, initially, the thought doesnot manifest into action. later, in yet another site, such a thought itself doesnot manifest. Its not something wrong to blog or to comment, but just made use of it to study the nuances of the mind. Also, just how good it feels to stop and breathe the fresh air, so is it with those moments. Not just with one's mind alone, but when announced, it helps to understand the projection aspect of the mind by relating to the comments too. We learn from ourselves and others too, just that we should be open and willing to learn. Indicators are only to guide us, not to deter us from this journey to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Make the best use of the mind when all is well, dont let it become a beast when nothing is well.&lt;br /&gt;The mind to be at its best or to become a beast lies in the hands of the one who deals with it. Mastering the mind, with varied ups and downs is the way....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-4663527879483199315?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/4663527879483199315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=4663527879483199315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4663527879483199315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/4663527879483199315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/studyroom.html' title='~ Studyroom ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7884768606122542599</id><published>2008-02-05T06:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:08:56.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop over'/><title type='text'>~ Stop to proceed ~</title><content type='html'>What began as journey on the road to realization, had its share of wonderful experiences of insights in this bloggers route.On a long drive, just as how we may choose to stop for a while to fill the gas, fill our tummy and refresh or just stop and be there for awhile with no purpose, i wish to convey to all my blog buddies who have been silently visiting or actively participating that im now stopping for a while with no purpose. The stop is always a part of the journey too, just that it happens in stillness. Whenever it wishes to choose the movement, shall meet you hereagain. Love.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7884768606122542599?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7884768606122542599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7884768606122542599&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7884768606122542599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7884768606122542599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/stop-to-proceed.html' title='~ Stop to proceed ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3383078414430560523</id><published>2008-02-03T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:10:45.499+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adversity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moksha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditation'/><title type='text'>~ Mundane to Moksha ~</title><content type='html'>Mundane to Moksha is the measuring scale for one's own use to have the actual understanding of moment of total awareness or being in the now. Simple mundane activities like having a bath, cutting vegetables, cleaning the house etc which are usually performed without much awareness can really be used as a tool to observe one's own progress towards witnessing the being in the now. If we notice, mostly when we do these activities, the mind would be busy planning something else ahead or reliving in the past because these everyday routine jobs do not need our attention much. Its indeed a great opportunity to make use of these mundane moments and turn to make it moments of now. Thats when even a mundane turns to moksha. Then comes the adversities in life wherein the same mundane jobs can go for a toss. Sometimes, one in adversity would just fail to perform these jobs because the mind is in turmoil with the past or the future and it becomes a task to even focus on the regular routine work. Sometimes, mundane work will be performed but needs a lot of pushing.Hereagain, these are the opportunities to assess and access the silence within. So, at adversity or an upswing, one needs to use the tool (opprtunity) to measure one's own level of being in the now until the final moment of total awareness happens. Its these mundane activities which act as steps towards moksha. Meditation is the way to turn the mundane to moksha. Every tiny little step taken takes us ahead. Every tiny little slip takes us away from being in this moment. As Master says, spirituality is the way from somewhere to here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3383078414430560523?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3383078414430560523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3383078414430560523&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3383078414430560523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3383078414430560523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/mundane-to-moksha.html' title='~ Mundane to Moksha ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-7338879255452957796</id><published>2008-02-01T11:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:11:53.580+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>~ Builders base, Birds nest ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6Kug9CuJvI/AAAAAAAAARI/q-S9viRlHEs/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="206" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6Kug9CuJvI/AAAAAAAAARI/q-S9viRlHEs/s320/DSC00602.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One at Site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6KuhtCuJwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/15djYyo7kms/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6KuhtCuJwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/15djYyo7kms/s320/DSC00603.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Another at Outdoors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;(just about to leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6Kuh9CuJyI/AAAAAAAAARg/j8rVaWNBuII/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6Kuh9CuJyI/AAAAAAAAARg/j8rVaWNBuII/s320/DSC00606.JPG" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Builders base, Birds nest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Not in a wedlock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Nor partners of a Firm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Nature's pairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;To play the game of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Neither an architect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Nor an intellect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Well divided in job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Execution by impulse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;One Fetches from far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Another assembles and guards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Amazing it is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;To be a witness of their love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Silence is their sign of strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;In their brief exchange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Of kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Eyes watch you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Being immerses in your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-7338879255452957796?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/7338879255452957796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=7338879255452957796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7338879255452957796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/7338879255452957796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/builders-base-birds-nest.html' title='~ Builders base, Birds nest ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6Kug9CuJvI/AAAAAAAAARI/q-S9viRlHEs/s72-c/DSC00602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-5975347351631039221</id><published>2008-01-31T10:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:12:30.869+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boundary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='together'/><title type='text'>~ Society ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6AX-dCuJrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/s0U15riRdv0/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6AX-dCuJrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/s0U15riRdv0/s400/Copy+of+Picture+191.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ SOCIETY ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Group of individuals that make a society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Group of flowers that make a bouquet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Group of trees that make an orchard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Shades stroked together makes a painting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Within a boundary, yet together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-5975347351631039221?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5975347351631039221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=5975347351631039221&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5975347351631039221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5975347351631039221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/01/society.html' title='~ Society ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hUxKdNA3ag/R6AX-dCuJrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/s0U15riRdv0/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-3514114839439848983</id><published>2008-01-31T09:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:13:24.886+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i'/><title type='text'>~ One &amp; Same ~</title><content type='html'>Sparkling or Scorching&lt;br /&gt;Sun is the one and the same&lt;br /&gt;Right time, right place&lt;br /&gt;It Glows, else It Glares.&lt;br /&gt;Shades for the glare&lt;br /&gt;None for the glow&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that see only matters&lt;br /&gt;"who or what is it"&lt;br /&gt;shall not be the worry&lt;br /&gt;"who am I, where am I"&lt;br /&gt;Shall be The way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-3514114839439848983?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/3514114839439848983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=3514114839439848983&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3514114839439848983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/3514114839439848983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-same.html' title='~ One &amp; Same ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337597501646549663.post-5358041504730069294</id><published>2008-01-29T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:16:58.641+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Support'/><title type='text'>~ Accident ~</title><content type='html'>A pedestrian on road gets knocked off by a car driven by a disturbed mind. His limbs become the gifts for that accident. Now, what next? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt;, he was fortunate to go for the artificial limbs that to a certain extent compensate for the original ones. Being a lover of nature, had explored extensively treading and trekking different terrains. Now, how is he going to cope up with his adventurous spirit. This is when the difference in perception speaks. Caught in concepts of blaming and cursing, one can never move ahead. Instead, it can become a great booster for a turn within. From certain expressions of nature, he moves ahead to focus on the very essence of nature. he may not be able to climb "The Himalayas", but he can experience the essence if only he accepts and adapts to the "Now". The palm tree has not stopped its dancing, the birds have not stopped their singing, the stars have not stopped shining.... all belong to the same nature! just learning to wear the limbs just like the dress is the solution. Everyday its a process of learning but never we should stop learning until totally mastering the art. A new accessory to experience the essence! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Infact&lt;/span&gt;, you learn to appreciate the support it renders and you remain grateful. Fresh new look to look within too. Caution -- never get trapped with the once upon original legs.&lt;br /&gt;Drop the old from the mind, refresh with the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident -- may cause a dent at the most, but never let it tent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337597501646549663-5358041504730069294?l=mergingpoint.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/feeds/5358041504730069294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337597501646549663&amp;postID=5358041504730069294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5358041504730069294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337597501646549663/posts/default/5358041504730069294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mergingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/01/accident.html' title='~ Accident ~'/><author><name>Merging Point</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997460822170709866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
