The only move meant this winter, as every winter brings the new year after it. This one comes from a travel book aswell, A 1 in the making 2. The canvass is painted DaRk to illuminate the nature of the negative green, the axis beyond which every great monu-meant has been designed (inc. the pyramids), beyond the Vibgyor of the visible light spectrum...ahhh..now we start to see the unspoken. Negative for it exists non dually between the black and the white, the good and the bad, call it the non dual, negative still as it is energy all the way...electric is flow of negatives, from the Violets of the violence to the grey'est of the matter. Though former being the last of the choices, lets be real aswell. And green for there is no love without it. The unchronic omni-existant green of life and love. The link never severs itself from the root, and the negative is beyond the root, beyond the cause and beyond the awakening. All this if put together on one axis of under_standing, will become the broader spectrum of light with colors mostly found in the luster of vivid DaRkNeSs, it’s just that I never thought much of colors beyond the colors.
Defining the heights of optimism and taking it down all the way, we start to add some colors to the dark canvass of this night. Me and my partner Ravi are cruising on a bike trying to get to a place located as bleak memories of the Grey. The place is just a nice hang out joing with good music and is set close to Vagator beach in Goa. This is the same Vagator that Goa Gill has made some songs on. Anyways the cruise felt great and the sense perception outwardly loud and silent. A nerve-wreck of a passive rider, that is me, for once felt like being guided by the forces from this loose wreck to 1 heck of a cruise aka through by my partner. The quest took me and my partner half way to the place from where the end seemed quite inevitable and obvious as one of us had to break the silence. We both saw a man sitting at a road side bar with many other casual drinkers and before i could ask ravi to stop in front of the most easily accessible guy at that bar, which meant we could still be sitting on the bike and ask for directions, my partner stopped in front of this same man we both had spotted first for he was too tall to be missed and easily accessible ;)
I asked the man if he knew this rave joing which used to be on the way from here and which played some great goa trance? He gave directions. I asked him if the place would still be gyrating some sonic vibes as it was pretty late in the night, and he said he wouldn't know. I kept looking at this person as he reminded me of someone, he said "I think i know you from somewhere, don't I?" maybe I said, but you sure do remind me of someone from earlier. For it was meant to be more of a sonic resemblance than a visionary one, atleast initially, as I kept thinking of this one man his voice resonated similarly to, we both saw our intentions materialize to a common juncture, and i asked him what his name was", he said George, i asked him if he ever worked in this place called Bangalore, and he called my name out. This was a surprise from the dead of the night. This was a sheer coincidence, but i somehow knew when me and ravi had left our guest house that we are not going to make it to the place we started for “The Primerose” as the place is called, or rather, we were not so keen on it later, but still we had head out. Surprise quickly turned into humor as my good old friend started to think it was his ride and me mutually owing the feeling. The other people at the barr kept their intent on the humor and we bemused. They thought it was their drive watching us own our own drives…some quick name droppings and a past to present ride broke the humor to start it all over again. This whole thing of "whoever's ride it was anyways!" did not seem relevant as now we were in a conversation. I asked our friend if there was any other place to go to other than the one, as he had mentioned that he was now living in Goa, we thought who else can guide. George was now painting for a living. He was planning to open an Art shop the next day for which there was a subtle invitation in the form of his phone number. He did suggest a place in the end which was quite difficult to pronounce as I was just seeking a Prime-rose. We drove back from that place to unison again with the dark canvas of the night.
For an eye it was plain co-incidence, for two it was back to worldly vison, for the third, it was a deja vu reversal. A strong instinct to get back to silence was alluring me. For the first time ever i felt one with the forces within in the mist of gratitude to one and all. A silent and lovely consecration to the almighty. For this one state of nirbhikalp Samadhi or moving state of bliss was not ending. It was MeAnT to be the way it was, I have no clue as such, even though it did leave a mark of “Improvement “screaming out of me. The end to this ode was very peaceful, enraptured in the intensity of the null..enthrusted in the depths of the Nothing and laid on soft CuLt in hopes of a new dawn, with colors so bright to it's natual pattern that they illuminate every GrEy cell for a better understanding of the new found axis where a lot rests coiled and unawaken. ;) mAuMentous Jubilious
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