Anaahat

A long time ago, a little girl in a car  looked out of the window at the dark sea the mellow stars in the night sky. while he sang in the background a strong baritone that crooned in her ears. therapeutic. calming. haunting her days, during history and Math, PT and Arabic.  while she learned from him, the story of pain, and of the open-eyed dreams. But, once in a few years, comes a year, when many people die, when livers are eaten and brains bleed. People you have known, people you have heard about, famous people, unfamous people. taking their innovations and their genius with them, Leaving behind the carcasses, and a void in our lives. Now he is gone. With him her music, his lyrics that she sang in solitary nights, but she still dreams, looking at the stars, and now writes stories of pain.

Some people are born of pain, it's etched on their faces, on their hands, on everything they touch and feel, as if they carry an inflaming wound inside, of some murderous strike. Some people are born of sadness, you can feel it dripping from the words when they speak, from their hands when they touch. And they taint you sad too. Some people are born of silence, an empty silence, dark and void, and it is etched on their souls, uneraseble, unquantifiable, and they cannot rid of it, try hard as they might. Some people are just born, of sadness, of pain, of empty silences, and its etched on their faces, on their hands, of some wounds never healed.

It is truly amazing, how the answers to the most important questions are so simple. Like, the meaning of life is always the quest for the truth. Truth which is unchanging, truth which is absolute, truth which doesn't need debate. But truth which just simply, is. Last week has led me to this realisation with the many coincidences. First, I googled "Goenka lectures" and I was led to this amazing site D.I.Y.Dhamma. In one of the lectures, the lecturer quotes MK Gandhi, regarding his spiritual view of life. It is at that time that I decide to myself that it is finally time to read that biography "The Story of My Experiments with Truth". Not to know of his public or private life, but of his spiritual life. I am now reading that book. What it opens in my consciousness, I am yet to see. The lecturer speaks of Aung Sang Suu Kyi's spiritual path and he quotes from her speech titled "Freedom from Fear". So, this morning I googled "Freedom from Fea