Haze abounds, clouding thought

In the daily rush of life, sometimes, ever so quietly, just per chance sometimes, comes a moment one wants to savour forever.  A moment so vibrant and yet calming, a ripple in placid waters or a restful instant beneath a storm, it is often difficult to discern. In the brouhaha caused by the criss-crossing labyrinth of life around, be it hyped and sensationalised simple everyday goings on, or earth shattering news; one is often inundated with a mantle of unnecessary information, bytes that bite, in fact gnaw into ones innards, like an omnipresent carcinogen. The consequence is not too hard to guess, individuals flailing around, battered, floundered souls; grappling with lots unknown.

                    So how does one disentangle from this octopus like grip, of these so called hazardous situations/events?  There is a way, the middle path as the Buddha would have us believe or the Zen way, as the Masters have defined over a period of time. It lies perhaps in discovering and rediscovering, feeling and being one with the elements. Sounds very simple, but as is the case with almost everything, is easier said than done. The key is within and yet without. There is a resonance in the environment, the atmosphere is over flowing with tiny to large symphonies and the tone, tenor and timbre, need to be individually picked out. The heart, beats for the connecting sounds.   

                   More often than not, the magic is brushed aside, in the rush to be where everyone is, it gets lost in the humdrum mendacity or mundane daily existence, covered by layers of unmindful and egotistic deeds, a crazy race with time, wiping out forever, the ability to feel.

                  The spider spinning a web in the rain, incessantly trying to go on; the ant scurrying to and fro, as if nothing can be left undone; the clockwork precision with which the sun goes down; the uncanny yet familiar scene when all the birds come home, well almost all. The ubiquitous daily din subsiding as the sea washes ashore; the heart missing a beat when eyes meet compassionate ones across the road; an off colour day turning vibrant and worth it when a long lost friend calls; a moment getting even brighter when a stranger shows you the right way; the list can go on and on. All one needs to do is glean, cull, collate, and lay it out: a rapturous sonata, a magnificent canvas, only for you to see.