Whispering Wednesday

Hari Om

Sometimes, when the whispering is not loud or spontaneous, I will lift a book and let it fall open at a page then allow my eye to fall upon a word. I do not reject it but accept it is the word for rumination at this time. Today that word, amazingly, is पुस्तिका (pustikaa), book. 

I say 'amazingly' because only last Thursday and then again on Monday, books have already been mentioned. Why then is it again being 'whispered' to me?

Last week, the book in question was a notebook (tippupustikaa). A collection of blank pages for us to fill up with our own scribblings. This is important because it permits a surrender, a flow of consciousness, a connection with the act of touching our thoughts to the paper through the medium of our choice - pencil, pen, brush... If we attempt to control the process, we will often find ourselves hindered and less productive. By letting the process flow without too much interference from our ego-selves, we can be as surprised as anyone at what comes forth. The results will give us something to ponder about ourselves and deepen our inner connection. 

[Note to self; Writing blogs as sadhana is a bit like this!]

When it comes to books that are already printed, well, the scope is almost interminable. The places we can travel from the comfort of our chair. The vistas on offer through images. The tactile quality which cannot be had from a computer give another context to the contents of the book. In delving the pages of even a highly technical text we cannot help but have a little something left within us to bring forth a pearl. Grist to our milling mind. 

What we drink in through our eyes will, in some form, be what we will produce on the blank page. All input becomes part of our inner landscape and if we seek to express that landscape in some manner, the truth of the effects cannot be escaped. 

Therefore, it is imperative that what we feed ourselves intellectually, is of a quality and substance that will improve us, raise us, build who we are. Then, we may at some point, be able to pass that on - even if it is simply a notebook filled with Shanti and Love for someone long in the future to uncover and wonder over.