Tation here is short for meditation and station is the regular railway station.
A few days ago, a blogger friend and I were yapping about how meditation (I shall call it tation from now), had affected our day to day lives. We decided to blog it.
Now that I am a published writer, I cant just write anything, you know. It has to be special. It has to be different. I should feel like writing it.
So today I was sitting on the doorstep of my house, watching the sunlight make shadows of leaves on the wall. And I called a new friend, someone I met at the tation camp I recently attended. This is what she yapped:
Before tation enters your life, you are like standing next to a fast moving train. The boggies are thoughts that pass through your mind at such speed that you cant make out what they are saying. There is a gap between two bogies, but ofcource you cant see it.
Once you start tationing, the train moves away a bit. You get a slight glimpse, if you are centered, of the gap between two compartments. But the din, the inner chatter is still continuos.
And when tation becomes your life, you are at the station. You see the train coming, (that is intiution), then you hear it, you see it slow down, it stops, you see the hyperactivity on the paltform as people rush about, then you say bye to the train, it pushes off, puff puff, and you happily unclutch from it. Then you chill with a newspaper and a cup of tea, till the next train of thoughts arrives.
And thats all, folks, about tation and station.
9 comments:
beautifully put by your friend.
The tation at the station
found many an iteration
despite some irritation
amid diffuse elation
cheers,
d.i.
"I ought to know, by now, that God uses everything that happens as a means to lead me into solitude. Every creature that enters my life, every instant of my days, will be designed to wound me with the realisation of the world's insufficiency, until I become so detached that I will be able to find God alone in everything. Only then will all things bring me joy."
-Thomas Merton
OT: (or perhaps not) that's a beautiful photo on the header. I could look at it all day.
WV: scent.
:D
Dear Space bar,
Isn't it? Hey, come to Banglore, we shall go to tiru to see the real thing.
I deliberately kept him ensconced in blue, I didn't want to add any clutter next to it all all.
ya true,
we all have same minds,
the efforts needed are only simple ones,
and thus difficult to follow,
such as learning to listen to inner voice,
to learn to listen to inner voice,
the first condition is start loving the self,
second condtion is be kind to the self
third condition is to let the love flow out from within.
in some ways very easy
love the self and let the self love the world.
is it not very simple ?
actually, there are two things i've been promising myself i will do for the last five years: one is to go to thiruvannamalai; the second is to do at least one vipassana course.
*sigh*. one day the time will come.
Manjushree, you've been tagged!
here, if you'd like to take it up:
http://theninoeffect.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-time-i-walked-down-this-road.html
Don't worry too much about it, Space bar. When the Mountain calls, nobody can not go.
Have you read my book yet? The Protagonist goes for a vipassana as well as the mountain. :)
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