Hurtful embrace

Away... shriveled in the cascade of exasperation, overshadowed with the venom of self acquisition, I unmindful, cleared a little room for this wise lesson. With her caressing me like I'm the begotten child of the anonymous mother...she reveals to me through her gentle indiscriminate the silhouette of my own wretched being.

I'm not scared but I reckon I ought to be. She, with her immaculate spell that's forever on me,leads my hand to introduce me to this harshness which they called 'detachment'. I detest the mere tone of it. It seems so mechanical.  Am I disgraced so mercilessly that I'm doomed to befriend this crucifying reality? Only machines are capable of staying unruffled, they do not own anything nor do they lose any bit. I hated to believe her but I loved her just too much to disregard what she believed in. 

I know what she wishes is convey to her beloved the key to escaping all miseries of the soul that entangles itself in the prize it cherishes most ravenously. I sensed the intension that probably delivered after she herself rose from her defeat, how else can any person share the bickering? But I refused to accept it because the person who was helping me was the very person i felt helplessly attached to.

When we seem perfectly in accord with that individual who holds supreme the mind and heart, when every iota of your sensibility agrees to the county of that person, we secretly kill them. We kill our own experience of loving and feeling loved because we seal them in our self constructed entrapment called insecurity. Trapping that person within the limits of the seal, we poison the priceless moment, the same being we chose to live with. 

Humans have this strange desire of owning. Lands, houses, cars, families, we have the self glorified our existence by feeding our egos with the brand of ownership- cars and flats and phones and watches. But the saddest tragedy is that what we usually hold closest to our hearts never becomes fully ours cause we seek to simply own it. 

My chemistry teacher said in Thermodynamics class pretty out of the context nevertheless enlighteningly indeed that Love is just another form energy...its like the water, if kept stagnant, accumulates dirt but when allowed to stream, remains fresh and rejuvenating. Cannot be created nor can be destroyed,transforms from one form to another.. and can be shared in th guise of all human bonding. So if u try to tap this flowing energy, love suffocates into a single person and the most beautiful feeling transforms into the most malicious one. How unimaginable that the love which has through the centuries added ecstatics to living becomes poison too vile. The same human you dreamt holding becomes the same you spite, the same hand that nurtured the pod now crushes it only because the feeling to own it, illusions you.

Draw concentrics around your self. Place the people in the order of whom you love least to the one you love the most in ascending order towards the centre where you are. You will find that none of the persons are falling in the same layer..you have placed quite consciously measured distance between each individual. Parents, friends, love, for some God,all fall in your circle exactly where you decide to anchor them. 

Now carefully juxtapose the picture of the solar system into this model with you taking the Sun's position.

Its a tremendous responsibility to be the core gratifying the exults of those you pick and place in your arena.. Its your domain and the power to choose who shall acquire how much of closeness remains your paraphernalia. Driven by this saintly inundation we are born with, as life unfolds we, through our conscious-unconscious encounters start the placing game. Well its one blessing truly realized and therefore, our relations are weaved entirely by us.

All of this is in our hands, yet the walls still fall apart and Love chokes like venom. We need to warm all who we place in our circles, this warmth emanates through spotless love, just like the Sun that spreads its emanation to the entire system without bias. But Humans as they say, not only want to be loved they want to posses that what they want to love. So we radiate too emphatically the heat in an effort to win but alas, who burns in the craze other than the one you yourself planted closest in the concentric? 

Love is too divine to let strangle in single entity, it must freely circulate that is why we have a plethora of relations to whom we sprinkle this warmth in its own unique form. Detachment from the one your heart overtly desires can alone create love out of love as nothing is possessed nothing lost. And since in the end what is experienced is this immaculate energy brushing past through you to many others, you embrace the one closes in your circle and do not make this the hurtful embrace.