One day, I was sitting alone by a small pond. Its a pond I had grown up with. Since childhood, it had been my favourite resort. My friend in times of sufferings, shoulder in times of challenges. Its presence had always cast a magical spell of calming me down. Stripping me of my worldly emotions and frustrations, engulfing me with the serene sense of peace.
But today, I just sat there. I badly needed its magic to cast its spell on me yet again. But it didn't move. It lay still. Frustrated with pretending to be patient, I shrugged my shoulders, got up and got closer to have a look at the pond.
To my surprise, the water seemed dirty. It seemed full of filth. Now I knew where all my stripped away worldly emotions were going. The pond was just accumulating it within. Letting me free everytime, but taking the burden on itself. Today, I could see years of emotions floating on the top; its harsh presence piercing me from within.
The pond should have discarded these emotions; the pond never told me it was accumulating these worthless past pieces of me. Deranged at the state, I nevertheless, decided to stand up and clean the pond.
From dawn to sunset, I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. Of every single layer of my past that I could see floating on the water.
At the sunset, the pond sparkled, reflecting the warm setting rays of the sun. I smiled proudly at my successful venture and walked away.
Days past by, and I found myself sitting by the pond again. This time, it seemed clean as I had left before. With a sigh of relief, I sat there glancing at the reflection of the universe on it. Suddenly, as if taking the time by refuge, a storm stirred. The pond suddenly seemed to be struggling, its waves dancing wildly in the confines of its space.
It was just seconds before it settled. But when it did, I was dismayed to see the state of the pond again. The water seemed brown. Filthy. Reflecting a blurred vision of reality. It was a dismal sight. I wondered why. I had just cleaned it few days back.
Thinking to myself, I launched yet another expedition to clean it. Again.
Over the next few years, the episode repeated. Again and again. It became my routine. Tired of it at first, frustrated at times, on the verge of giving up often; I still continued. I combated and cleaned every time the pond seemed dirty.
It seemed the pond had accumulated decades of my emotions within. Its base had rotten with my filth, my instabilities and my worldly possessions. Every time I cleaned, a new storm brew the stable state of water, unsettling the base, bringing up a new set of underlying layer of filth.
When I realized the ultimate cleansing taking place, I started liking it. I welcomed every storm; for I knew it was going to spring up and cleanse my heart, my pond from deep within.
I combated. I continued.
Till one day, at the sunrise, I saw a pond like never before. It reflected nothing but Reality. Reality which spoke of Ultimate Truth. Reality which illuminated nothing but what was around. It showed me what I had never seen before. It showed me my Being. My Absolute Existence.
My Heart, My Pond was finally clean, I could Finally see not what I wanted to; but what I Needed to.
But today, I just sat there. I badly needed its magic to cast its spell on me yet again. But it didn't move. It lay still. Frustrated with pretending to be patient, I shrugged my shoulders, got up and got closer to have a look at the pond.
To my surprise, the water seemed dirty. It seemed full of filth. Now I knew where all my stripped away worldly emotions were going. The pond was just accumulating it within. Letting me free everytime, but taking the burden on itself. Today, I could see years of emotions floating on the top; its harsh presence piercing me from within.
The pond should have discarded these emotions; the pond never told me it was accumulating these worthless past pieces of me. Deranged at the state, I nevertheless, decided to stand up and clean the pond.
From dawn to sunset, I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. Of every single layer of my past that I could see floating on the water.
At the sunset, the pond sparkled, reflecting the warm setting rays of the sun. I smiled proudly at my successful venture and walked away.
Days past by, and I found myself sitting by the pond again. This time, it seemed clean as I had left before. With a sigh of relief, I sat there glancing at the reflection of the universe on it. Suddenly, as if taking the time by refuge, a storm stirred. The pond suddenly seemed to be struggling, its waves dancing wildly in the confines of its space.
It was just seconds before it settled. But when it did, I was dismayed to see the state of the pond again. The water seemed brown. Filthy. Reflecting a blurred vision of reality. It was a dismal sight. I wondered why. I had just cleaned it few days back.
Thinking to myself, I launched yet another expedition to clean it. Again.
Over the next few years, the episode repeated. Again and again. It became my routine. Tired of it at first, frustrated at times, on the verge of giving up often; I still continued. I combated and cleaned every time the pond seemed dirty.
It seemed the pond had accumulated decades of my emotions within. Its base had rotten with my filth, my instabilities and my worldly possessions. Every time I cleaned, a new storm brew the stable state of water, unsettling the base, bringing up a new set of underlying layer of filth.
When I realized the ultimate cleansing taking place, I started liking it. I welcomed every storm; for I knew it was going to spring up and cleanse my heart, my pond from deep within.
I combated. I continued.
Till one day, at the sunrise, I saw a pond like never before. It reflected nothing but Reality. Reality which spoke of Ultimate Truth. Reality which illuminated nothing but what was around. It showed me what I had never seen before. It showed me my Being. My Absolute Existence.
My Heart, My Pond was finally clean, I could Finally see not what I wanted to; but what I Needed to.
