Stop

We sometimes search the entire universe, and more (which is what the brain is) for the one precise answer. This is probably the reason why that answer hides in plain sight.

I went on holiday to the hills, hoping the scenery would provide an opportunity to reflect – plenty of idle time. I was hoping the lap of nature would manifest the answers I wanted. I thought I needed to breathe a different air to find what I was looking for. The city seemed to have congested my mind, which was yearning for only a sliver of solace.

I needed answers to all of life’s, ‘extremely pertinent questions’, concerning the universe and my place in it. At the time, these impertinent questions did seem to be the key to every problem I had ever faced. So I searched my brain and probed its thoughts. The answer was infuriatingly non-existent.

The reason – I was searching in the wrong place. I didn’t need nature’s nest to think. The very fact that I thought I needed it meant I had already done my fair share of thinking.

The answer was the solution to all of life’s perplexities – to refrain from thinking more than I needed to. I needed just one more thing to find the coveted answer – the will to stop thinking. I needed to forget the thoughts I was pondering on.

It’s ironic. The very objective of my holiday was to analyse every facet of my thinking brain, but to arrive at a conclusion, I had to stop thinking. So I did, and I found my answer.

– MayaSoul

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Poem #6 – Moment

Hello everyone! This is another poem, with a brief analysis below. Interpretations of the same are welcome!

MOMENT

A fleeting hope,
Flimsy as a petal.

An earnest smile,
Wide as the ocean.

A twinkling eye,
Bright as a lone star.

A ray of light,
Thin as the grass.

A moment of joy,
So small,
So fleeting,
Illusion?

So small,
Yet so bright.
Thus so powerful.

What more remains
To be found?
Peace having kissed,
Already my being?

Persists only that,
Quest to perpetuate
That moment
Of fragrant joy.

The poem describes a single moment, characterised by the events in the first four couplets. The magnitude of each event is portrayed by the simile it is related to. The moment is wrought with a feeling of hope; as delicate as the petals of a flower, a smile as wide as the ocean, and an eye that twinkles with the same brightness as a lone star. Such a star does not shed large amounts of light, however it stands bright against the night sky. Thus, is is only as bright as it can be on its own. The moment described causes the beholder to comprehend a narrow ray of light, as thin as the grass.

This moment is so small, and so transient, that the beholder begins to doubt its very existence. It seems as though it were only an illusion, distinct from reality. However, as the similes serve to express, this short moment of peace, can elicit feelings of joy with tremendous magnitude in the beholder. If such joy can be felt, it follows that said moment cannot be illusory. Furthermore, due to the small size of the moment, the fact that the peace it elicits exceeds the length of the moment by a tremendous amount evidences the power the smallest moment of joy possesses.

The narrator then expresses that he need not look further for the happiness one is always on a quest to find. Even though the happiness and peace merely kissed the narrator for the smallest moment of time, the latter has felt its presence. Thus, the feeling he had been hoping to attain has been found. Now, the only quest that persists, is to turn the fleeting nature of this moment of joy into a permanent one. It is then, that the sweet fragrance of joy he felt in only one moment of time, will cease to be a mere revelation. It will then become the nature of his life.

Therefore, the poem emphasises, that joy exists; even in the smallest of moments. It is so pure, and so powerful, that even such a short moment cannot dilute it.

– MayaSoul

Book Review #5

Hello everyone! Today’s post is a review of the book, The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCullough.

Meghann Cleary – Was her life tragic, circumstantial, or blessed?

The Thorn Birds enraptures the reader, forcing him to question why one goes through, what one does in life.

Uprooted from her home in New Zealand, forced to live as the lone girl among several brothers, Meggie Cleary’s life has been nothing short of captivating. It is this life, The Thorn Birds embarks on.

McCullough takes the reader on a journey beginning with the struggles of preschool, the tears of tragedy, and the flood of love. Defying convention is a sin, but what choice has one, when love is causal of this sin?┬áThis is the journey of Meggie’s life, and as she faces one obstacle after another, the reader’s empathy grows exponentially.

The Thorn Birds is a tale of love, heart-break, and experience, as the reader gains insights into the life of Meggie and her family as they live in the Australian Outback. The reader explores Meggie’s ┬álife as a child, a teenager, and finally as a woman. She encounters the struggles of love, loss, and convention with a gusto the reader is forced to feel. He is forced to ask, “Is love a sin?”

Once you read the first page, the spellbinding essence of the book carries you to the tragic conclusion. But, there can be joy in tragedy – this is the message of The Thorn Birds.

Why does the thorn bird sing as it dies? Why does it inject in itself the thorn, knowing the fatal outcome? And why does the world still to listen to its song? Are human beings the same? Do we hurt ourselves despite better knowledge? But if we do, it is then that we sing the most beautiful song. Why?

The Thorn Birds is a manifestation of this very song. it is that of a woman, who endures all she can. The reader thus marvels at her life; the novel; which bears the essence of love, loss, and triumph.

– MayaSoul