where there were no memories.
it was like the thing they call amnesia,
a queer name, reminding me of a samoosa,
hot, puffing steam in the mouth.
all shops in this lane in this town
where they sell only antique vessels,
stolen idols and mementos that had changed many hands,
were shut,
ancient padlock on each door.
and there was no signpost,
nobody to ask which way to go.
and the wind, a silent tomb.
i remembered
not even the word the signpost, the way...
*****
4 comments:
Could I have directions to this place, please? Sounds like a place I'd like to be in for a while .... It would be wonderful to let go of some memories!
MTaI
just a state of meditation, MTaI, differently put!
Yes, I figured it wasn't literal! What I mean to ask is , how does one attain that meditative state, where certain memories can be left behind!!! :)
sit still and relaxed listening to the breathing. mind will keep drifting, but watch the drifting without resistance and come back to listening to the breathing. make it a routine each morning. don't be in a hurry, don't be impatient. by and by one observes a change happening. thoughts appear as though outside the individual...
well, dear friend, i am a novice. each individual has to find his or her way to the condition where living in the moment is possible. i have a vague idea it is possible for us ordinary ones too to touch the condition and live in the moment vigorously, making each moment a celebration, without the drag of the memories of the past or the worries of the future. one should get guidance from a real master for all this, not from a novice. the best we can do, when such a person is not within reach, is to read books by those who have known, keep watching dispassionately what the mind is doing, without wanting it to be any other way.
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