On Powerlessness...

For all there is to see and observe, there's nothing more sublime and pure than the supreme quest to lose, to break free, "to merge" with the surroudings...

Untill the energy gets spent - dissipated, there's anxiety, restlessness and a pull towards the PULLER - the Maya, which exercises supreme control on everything in its range - like a magnet draws iron filings when the latter are in range - till the iron filings lose their magnetism, the magnet wouldn't let them stay - wouldn't let them BE!

I have lately felt the power of "powerlessness" - that which ensues once the soul breaks clear of the forces governing its manoeuvres in the worldly maya.

The soul is like water thundering down a mountain top - the milky white column of brutal force descending like the fury of doomsday, perhaps; heeding no one, stopping for no one, but only aiming the floor that's thither...I call it POWERLESS because it's not in its nature to unleash fury - it's the gravity that causes it to be that way; it's powerless against the gravity - but it's a force to reckon with nonetheless - and so, in its powerlessness it becomes more furious and fearsome...

And when it hits the floor, it meanders; it loses its sight, its doggedness, its single mindedness - it resigns itself to the curves that might present themselves as it takes the next arbitrary course; it has no fixed locus thereafter once its descended - it could perhaps get accumulated in a saucer shaped clearing - or descend down a slope or just randomly scatter around till it loses its kinetic energy and becomes ONE with its surroundings; YES, ONE with its surroudings - isn't that the soul's destiny? IT SURRENDERS THE EGO...

Till the time the soul is "powerless" it's under a gravitational pull of the karmas binding the body that carries the soul; once the karma is discharged and the soul has hit the "floor" it continues to meander till the remaining streaks of energy are disspiated and the soul is free to dissolve and become ONE with the surroudings...