fading

However deep our experience, however firm we think the moment is imprisoned inside of our soul, however magical the encounter...it fades. And the first memory that fades is the fragrance of the flowers that enveloped the moment.

When and why does it come to this , that one has so little to say? Is it a sign of deepening thought or the opposite?

Kabir

Just like that..without any reason..because my heart yearns for his words and because this is one of my favorites


WITHIN this earthen vessel are bowers and groves,
and within it is the Creator:
Within this vessel are the seven oceans
and the unnumbered stars.
The touchstone and the jewel-appraiser are within;
and within this vessel the Eternal soundeth,
and the spring wells up.
Kabîr says:
"Listen to me, my Friend!
My beloved Lord is within."

Do I care

Do I care if I never become a success?
I care if I fail, because that means I have not applied myself enough
Do I care if I never create anything bigger than myself?
Do I care if people dont know who I am , or dont care about knowing me?
Do I care if I never have enough, clever or memorable to say?
Do I care if no one comes to my funeral?

Have to do what the moment reveals needs to be done

Nothing shows itself clearly at the moment. Life is full of haze and shadows and things that can be or may be. The road covers itself, the goal hidden from my view.
How do I walk this path? To where do I walk this path? For what purpose, to what end, to what reward? What must I feel, think, desire? Nothing is known.
I come to another conclusion now, learned in a murky clarity of elusive thought: I have to walk in this moment the best I can. That is all. Every step taken with honesty and without pushing towards any other end except that (to act with honesty). This will not take me to my goal but may be in fact the only goal.

It is surprising to think this because we are so used to thinking about the end result of what we do. Always thinking what or where our actions will lead us to. Giving up this expectation is difficult because it takes away perspective and expectation and to some extent even hope for a wonderful end.