My Spirituality

I celebrate my life spiritually. My spirituality is even hard for me to define the way I have conceived it. It helps me to accommodate the whole world in to mine, existing or non-existing. I formulated my spirituality from the great Indian concept 'TAT TWAM ASI' (You, the individual self, are the universal self). When I grew up I met Walt Whitman who wrote the great work which I keep in the midst of my sacred books, Leaves of Grass.

         

"I contradict myself 

because I contain multitude."

( Song of Myself, Walt Whitman)

 My spirituality is not religious and bond to any established belief system.

    I read Whitman, who are assigned to me by my wish without his consent, because I find my soul somewhere in his words. He also professed the concept of 'Universal Soul', my very concept which I successfully execute in my uncertain life of 'beautiful absurdities'. 

I, later in my academical space, coined my new concept of 'beautiful absurdities'. 

Beautiful absurdities deal with the unified idea of structures which are absurd in the form of fragments. The whole universe itself is absurd in the form of fragments, ie. , patterns, dusts, molecules, fragmented lights and elements of particles, etc., which form altogether a organism and thus gradually the universe. Think the whole thing in the process of fragmentation, it is absurd, but when it is structured in to a pattern we see the structures and forms. Thus beautiful absurdities.

    

    Life of uncertainty lead me to the concept of 'undefined ego'. I began to celebrate my ego and I. Undefined ego taught me to use the small letter 'i' for 'I', thus to make me undefined. Celebration of 'i' is necessary for the conscious mind. i tried to celebrate my undefined ego which is harmless in order to celebrate my existence and individuality. 

    

    i met Buddha, before i met him i celebrated myself as 'smiling Buddha' , who taught me nothing, but to study myself. i know nothing about Buddha, nothing at all. He influences me each and every single of by breaths. i wonder how can i be influenced by someone who is not familiar to me. i feel him and i study him knowing nothing about him. i think he drives me unto the land of uncertainties, confusions, questions, nothingness, riddles, patterns, etc. i love anything about him, written or told. i keep his words and books written about in the midst of my sacred books. i assigned himto me as my teacher without his consent.

    

    One of my teachers introduced me the Book of Disquiet . The one and only book that i keep in my mind along with the great Malayalam work Oru Sankeerthanam Pole. i haven't read much books, but those are read still live inside me. Pessova taught me greater lessons inevitable for me that, might be, makes me what i am to an extent. He told me that inside me there are many men. And i found inside me there are nine men and women and seven animals. i was shocked by myself. i gradually reached the conclusion that there is any particular identity or individuality because what we are not what we are. The men and Women inside me play the game, so who am i really? a bunch of men and women. Then what about my individuality which i have been proclaiming and professing? There is no essential self. i am multitude and i am many. i can't point me, if i try to define me i am contradicting myself. i keep Book of Disquiet in the midst of my sacred texts.

    My blog mirrors me. It stands for my men, women and animals inside me. They talk and some of mine writes and reads it. 

  i love my spirituality because it helps me to                    travel through you and me.