Māyā (/mɑːjɑː/) According to Adi Shankara, Māyā is the complex illusionary power of Brahman which causes the Brahman to be seen as the material world of separate forms. Maya has two main functions — one is to "hide" Brahman from ordinary human perception, and the other is to present the material world in its (Brahmam) place. Māyā is also said to be indescribable, though it may be said that all sense data entering ones awareness via the five senses are Māyā, since the fundamental reality underlying sensory perception is completely hidden. It is also said that Māyā is neither completely real nor completely unreal, hence indescribable. Its shelter is Brahman, but Brahman itself is untouched by the illusion of Māyā, just as a magician is not tricked by his own magic. Māyā is temporary and is transcended with "true knowledge," or perception of the more fundamental reality which permeates Māyā.
Since, according to the Upanishads, only Brahman is real, and yet the material world is seen as real, Adi Shankara explained the anomaly by the concept of this illusionary power of Māyā.
Things seems to follow that scheme lately and forever, I suppose. I can't say what the future will hold for me, but I am excited for it. Important things are becoming much more apparent and unimportant things are distinguishing themselves as the transparencies between the good and important. This makes sense to me.
Every single day feels different to me, and each gives a different feeling I would have never expected to feel. It is the kind of thing you try to capture in a moment and feel in the future. The tricky thing about nostalgia is that you only remember what you want to remember because it is what makes you glow with positive association. That leaves room for the negative things that may have happened at or around the same time. These things we try to block out and or secure in order to learn from.
I see a lot of carelessness in the world that makes me sick at times. Being passive to the surroundings you inhabit only breeds a brooding problem. To me it seems this problem sees itself out in anger, violence and other acts.
When I was small I felt so much good in me that it hurt to see the terrible things people were capable of and did. I felt very connected to it all (and still do) that it sometimes made me teary or over contemplative about the situation. Such thoughts consumed my brain. In many ways it has helped me develop good judgment and moral opinion. It gave me a filter for which I have become good at screening good from bad. I find connections in cinema and literature almost constantly. If I saw less good to verify why I sought to achieve the same, I am sure I would have a heavier heart. I don't know what to think of people becoming jaded as they grow older.
We must learn from our mistakes, but not in a way that shuts out opportunity. I remain open minded and not carrying resentment for things I have experienced. I stopped trying to hold on to bad memories and lingering on bad thoughts long ago because that sort of contemplation does not help one grow stronger, but in fact more nervous and too emotionally bound to grow. We should strive to become balanced and fair, while keeping individual ideas and qualities in tact. I mean, that is probably what people already try to do. I just feel like it needs talked about more. I see what people are about. Many broad statements, I realize, but being good overpowers any mean evil that embodies people and embodies there. Keeping a positive ad independent attitude goes a long way.
that old home was just habit as you rooted out the dead grass for the new and now seeing the emptiness of your pupils depth missing, losing the most familiar part of you
flower of the desert seeking luminous glow growing off into the distance needling the space between the union pushing love down below
clavicles, knees and graceful neck narrow linearities now fail to compare blanched flesh leeching out all warm marrow casting out wings on the heaviest of air
Things have sort of mellowed out. This winter has been the kindest and the harshest to me simultaneously. I think I must feel more one with the city.
I explored a lot on my bicycle and feel a much more cultured/enlightened person for doing it. It was just nice having initiative and motivation with capability.
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