Adieu for the moment

Not much seems to be happening, except for the change of the minute and the date. My mind is not taking orders. It is having a free run. The course of it is unknown. Obsessed feelings and confused perception about life and fellow beings. People take people for granted. Seriousness is serious when people need people or else you dont exist. Sorrys are told as if accidentally stepping on a stranger's feet whereas the real pain was felt in my heart. That is when death becomes the threshold of life.

Threshold

I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.

What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight?

When in the morning I looked upon the light, I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world

That the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.

Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me

And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.

The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.

From Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore