To tune into desired FM station on radio/transistor, we had to turn the knob. As slowly and masterfully you do, more better tuning. As master precision instrument you might have but you handle with rough hand, you don't get desired result. Isn't it? Haven't you experienced that? Sometime it ask for so much of patience...
Same it happens in our life.. to tune in now, to tune in with our source and access the reality, we need to turn inward. Our knob of witnessing outside things needs to turned in. As slowly and skilfully we do that, with at most patience more chance of better result.
But we are so accustomed with on going noise that we never think of tuning. Until something strikes us, transistor stop playing in between tunes. Or something out of mind. We start looking for solution. And hands which had hardly done job of turning the knob. Start doing it without control. You can imagine what happens than???
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From past few days or rather few weeks, I was getting a signal- TUNE IN.
No efforts were put in that direction. To stand, walk and turn the knob.
It was yesterday, after finishing poem..
http://godsknow.blogspot.com/2016/10/blog-post_26.html
As described in poem, exactly same way it happen.
A trouble knocked the door? and process of rolling, tuning, turning began..
Process had already begun from past two days.. but that jerk, a final hit.. made attempt desperate , erstwhile. It took time, but slowly it happen. Prayers, dialogue with diary, waiting and finally landed up here
and at the end..
.
me kya karu, me kya karu?
se
me kuch na karu me kuch na karu
e to ho raha, samay ka pahiya chal raha
me dekh rakha, ish drashya ko
me dekh raha ish karan - darshak ko
Same it happens in our life.. to tune in now, to tune in with our source and access the reality, we need to turn inward. Our knob of witnessing outside things needs to turned in. As slowly and skilfully we do that, with at most patience more chance of better result.
But we are so accustomed with on going noise that we never think of tuning. Until something strikes us, transistor stop playing in between tunes. Or something out of mind. We start looking for solution. And hands which had hardly done job of turning the knob. Start doing it without control. You can imagine what happens than???
------------------
From past few days or rather few weeks, I was getting a signal- TUNE IN.
No efforts were put in that direction. To stand, walk and turn the knob.
It was yesterday, after finishing poem..
http://godsknow.blogspot.com/2016/10/blog-post_26.html
As described in poem, exactly same way it happen.
A trouble knocked the door? and process of rolling, tuning, turning began..
Process had already begun from past two days.. but that jerk, a final hit.. made attempt desperate , erstwhile. It took time, but slowly it happen. Prayers, dialogue with diary, waiting and finally landed up here
and at the end..
.
me kya karu, me kya karu?
se
me kuch na karu me kuch na karu
e to ho raha, samay ka pahiya chal raha
me dekh rakha, ish drashya ko
me dekh raha ish karan - darshak ko
ki me.... kya kahu?
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