septem 1st, 2001
10/31/2001 02:23 a.m.
Yesterday, I was out there, on that busy road, in the midst of the hustling bustling traffic, seemed to be always on the move, though never arriving anywhere. I was trying to hold my attention from jumping from one object to the other, out there. I was trying to hold my attention from jumping from the thought (which cropped up owing to the association with some object) to the other thought (which had association with the previous). Needless to say that I was in conflict with my other selves for keeping possession of my attentionintact. In the course of this struggle, I thought of trying to evolve some easy method for remaining alert and watchful so that I can keep my attention stuck to the present. In response a poem emerged, which I am redrafting hereunder:There’s a place out thereOver flowing with objectsI have associations withWithin.There are peopleThere are thingsThere are colorsThere are shapesThere are vibrationsOver and above,There are thoughts associatedWith these objects, externalThere are also thoughts, associatedWith these thoughts, associatedWith those objects.It is so overflowing.I have five senses-Five openings-As five bridges through whichThese associations without‘Invokes’ thoughts within.How do I hold myself withinFrom reacting to the without?How do I stop being lostAmidst the flow of thoughtsAssociated together?There’s an ‘I’ right hereObserving everythingI have no other course than toFix my attention to my selfEven if this ‘self’ of mineDecides to react to the out side.
I am currently Reflective