The Ballad Of Motion 🏃‍♂️

Cease the moment— is an axiom to an enlightened life.

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But, where begins a moment? Where does it end? How does a moment last?

“A man” from 6th century BCE says Heraclitus,

“never sets foot on the same river twice for it's not the same river and he's not the same man”.

The Buddhist monk teaches us to meditate upon our senses. He begins asking us to focus on breathing and our inner mind.

Hark!

The breathing is slowing down. The only thing in the body that makes any sound is the pounding of the heart; following the lead, it becomes less intense. So, once you have stopped breathing and the heart stops beating, you have reached nirvana.

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At that very moment, while your body and mind are buoyed in absolute inertia, you have reached nirvana. Either that or you have become Schrodinger's cat.

The pendulum hurls from pole to pole. At the apex of one end, it is there completely static before it forces itself in the opposite direction. All inanimate objects are shiftless in our reality like one strives to be when composed in Padmasana.

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One important fact is commonly ignored in that fallacy; our reality takes place on the venue is a moving planet. Planet Earth is not only going around the sun but going around on its own two feet causing a sequence of seasons around the year and a day. The moon going around our planet changes the tide that conducts the immense seas.

Buddha emphasizes Duhkha which translates to pain or suffering. Being human, none would fail to recall a morning when they did not wish to get out of the bed, sinking in that melancholy moment ever deeper, desperately contemplating the idea of never to have come to life. How long can that moment be allowed to last? Next to that is the essence of all life that is the will to live.

Momentum is what brings us close to each other with an irresistible desire. It is also what makes the agony of losing loved ones bearable. All life comes from the unknown and goes back to the such. In between is what is called passage.

Emily Dickinson, a beloved poet, says that all eternity is composed of nows. From history, we learn that nothing lasts forever. In wisdom, we realize only change is constant. Moment to moment— we transcend with momentum. Nothing in that is real, not in motion.

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Thank you for reading my rambling thoughts.

Take love 🖤