For many days it is a benediction to wake up without any strain of yesterday and its images.The sleep which is so important in this modern world, often neglected and have no meaning for educated, brings up transformation and order in physical organism. A gentle cool breeze has swept away clearing curtains and making way for heavily clouded dark sky. The birds nesting on nearby trees stopped their morning raga which greets you every morning, were silent and sitting cosy on branches. An occasional thunder threatened a downpour.but you longed to walk under those heavy dark clouds. It is one of those beautiful mornings this part of the world is often blessed with.
You treaded this path so often, with huge trees grown sideways and perfume of night queen. But it never looked the same.the image, the word which we bound to, is often mistaken for reality.The lush grass and green pastures multiplying their shades in twilight. Everything stopped moving and huge trees lay silent paving way for timelessness. The body gets light and meditation seems to come naturally. You have to be with trees,mountains and the bird on tree for the self to unfold or healing to come through. The desiease, an uncomfortness is often result of a conflict. One should not intervene with physical organism.The patient, who is often an impatient,often try suppressing it or running away out of fear. a suppressed one is often bound to surface in other physical ailements. One should be silent and patient to listen to its story and it demands a great deal of intelligence. The foolishness lies in running away from it. Living is possible when one is in communion with the disease and in understanding the whole structure of it. Then only some remedy is possible. The modern medicine is often seems to be concerned with symptoms. Merely working on symptoms is not end of cure but in negation lies.
It started raining heavily and you taken a stand under a huge tree and its vast branches protecting from getting drenched. Higher up branches birds sitting silently ,grass bowed down and earth nourishing under sacredness
You treaded this path so often, with huge trees grown sideways and perfume of night queen. But it never looked the same.the image, the word which we bound to, is often mistaken for reality.The lush grass and green pastures multiplying their shades in twilight. Everything stopped moving and huge trees lay silent paving way for timelessness. The body gets light and meditation seems to come naturally. You have to be with trees,mountains and the bird on tree for the self to unfold or healing to come through. The desiease, an uncomfortness is often result of a conflict. One should not intervene with physical organism.The patient, who is often an impatient,often try suppressing it or running away out of fear. a suppressed one is often bound to surface in other physical ailements. One should be silent and patient to listen to its story and it demands a great deal of intelligence. The foolishness lies in running away from it. Living is possible when one is in communion with the disease and in understanding the whole structure of it. Then only some remedy is possible. The modern medicine is often seems to be concerned with symptoms. Merely working on symptoms is not end of cure but in negation lies.
It started raining heavily and you taken a stand under a huge tree and its vast branches protecting from getting drenched. Higher up branches birds sitting silently ,grass bowed down and earth nourishing under sacredness
చిరంజీవీ నీ బ్లాగులో అన్నీ చక్కగా తెలుగులో వ్రాయి నాయనా లేఖిని కానీ యంత్రం కానీ ఉపయోగించి. దు.వెన్.న.సుబ్బారావు.
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