A Poet Of course, I did some English literature for my O/L. I am not sure I should be proud of this, but I had no choice as literature was mandatory in our school. Trust me I have tested my singing skills and dancing skills even little bit of athletics. Which were all failures before beginning. But literature I enjoyed. I liked seemingly meaningless words of Robert Frost . I imagined him on his queer horse under the trees, on the darkest day of the year on a snowy afternoon. The best parts were the lies. I could write explaining the meaning of a poem few verses long. Nothing but in pages and pages of lies. I knew literature was a lie. And I knew teachers who marked the papers knew literature is about lies. Do you have to believe everything you write? Not at all. The best liar wins in this game. Everybody knows literature is just imagination. So, never I thought it as a career choice. Instead, I became a slave for the science for twenty years of my life, forgetting everything about the poems, so I could understand truth. Frosty: https://unsplash.com/@inayali The dead Poet So, it brought me tears, when I watched the film, " The dead Poet's Society ". Where I heard the seemingly meaningless words of "Carpe Diem". On top of every page of this blog reminds me of the dead poet. It wasn't about the fictional character of a teenager who committed suicide. It was about my past, when I chose to follow a path of greed over a path of heart. It was about the days I did not chose to seize, instead swallowed every word that I wanted to say like a coward. It was about the days I sat on a bench on a lecture hall wondering when the lectures would end so I could run back home to climb a tree back again for the thousandth time and watch the cows grazing. What was I thinking? To build an aero plane? With science? Resurrected Poet Life is about patterns which I believe, as advised by my father. So, when I step to the chaotic rhythm of science, still the words from the past resonate in chambers in my mind, I saw patterns of literature and poems in metanalysis and systematic reviews. Artificially suppressed words start to appear when I created just a little space. Just when I chose to write a book filled with little poems and stories about life. So, the Dead poet in me started to work again and this time writing poems about death itself . I do not worry about a future which does not exist, as I am mindful more than ever about the present. I savor every word I write, only thing which matters forever. I do not cry about the years, I spend with science, as it taught me important lesson that teachers never told me. Science is not about truth at all! science is all about lies. And it is a bigger lie than literature as everyone believes it is the ultimate truth, except few philosophers of the past and future. If science has done anything it would be just making me a dumb believer, and age faster. What has it done for you? Or are you waiting for your resurrection on your death bed? Meta Analysis: https://unsplash.com/@markusspiske A mindful Resurrected Poet Science is a lie, just as literature. I have already argued over this in the past , so I won't waste more words here. But mindfulness, I cannot stop talking about every time I write. As it is like a door to a real resurrection if there is a one. Mindfulness oh mindfulness You are the apple of my eye My cuppy, cake gumdrop, Snoogump Boogump pie You are the rain, when I'm sweaty and tired You are the food, when I am a hungry angry coward You are the Xray vision to expose the lies that everyone tries to hide Illusions of the past future and demonist time. Oh. I get carried away with words. But you do not have to believe me. And only advice I can give is do not wait until all the equations are solved in life. You have to take your time to inspect yourself as that is the greatest scientific experiment and the only one which matters. And I would be not lying If I say that would be the last one you will ever do, if done correctly. Let's be mindful tomorrow. <- Some Sarcasm

I was looking at the sky, With my cloudy gloomy eyes Thought to myself what I want to be next. I choose to be a tree and have no eyes or ears. to look yet exist Exist without knowing my Existence. Like a rock Capture by @mephisto2102101 I am going to take you down the memory lane in mind into the past. Imagine a classroom. A classroom of fifth graders. Imagine our teacher gives us an assignment to write about a talking tree. I have done that before, in my fifth grade, why should I do it now again? you may ask me. Trust me, you have done it before as a fifth grader, not with your current knowledge whatever Grade you are in now! And This is my essay. Comment me yours. I am a tree . I have never been anything else since I was born from a seed. I do not have eyes or ears to see or hear the world. So, I do not know any colors or sounds. I do not have a nose to smell aroma. Yet I feel the warmth of the sun, I know the dampness of the ground where I bury my roots, so deep, fine filaments until I find water. I do not have a brain to know what is going in my roots. I do not know whether it is osmosis, or bulk transport which carries through my trunk. I do not have fine sensory organs to know who eats my bark or rub on it. Capture by @pipapipia I have no idea how my leaves, create food inside using photosynthesis, oxygen and sunlight with water. I have no idea how to integrate this information to send the excess food back through my branches, down to my roots to grow them, to my trunk to repair its new coat for next winter and to make beautiful colorful flowers with wonderful smell that carries over hundreds of feet to attract pollinators. I do not know other plants exist because I don't see them hear them or feel them. Yet I know they do. And I do not know how I know it, because I have no brain to think about it. Each year I make hundreds of fruits carry hundreds of seeds. Teeny tiny, microscopic seeds which carry the information necessary to bring out a tree as same species as myself. And this tiny seed has potential to exist grow and die without consciousness as myself now. I never ask questions about my existence, I don't ask questions about my future, I do not have the troubles from my past. I am just a combination of information packed in a special package which is called a seed. Which is complex enough to use colors even I do not know what they are. I exist and do not exist at the same time. I am a tree. Who are you? Thank you for reading. A talking tree - thought experiment. You may also like to read Are we prisoners of our minds? Collections composition and encapsulation for life

Annoying crows This article is not about crows, how they are intelligent like a two-year-old toddler, or how they help us clean our garbage. This is about philosophy. Then you would ask me then, why crows? Well, that is my hook. The clickbait to lure some fish to read this article. But I cannot fool google that way, because google is the only one who is trying to get a meaning out of this. So, let's talk about some crows first. Annoying crows I saw some crows, while I was driving in the suburbs. Whole lot of them. These annoying animals make their presence visible to everyone, by their Noice and annoying behavior. I saw them chasing a child to grab his ice-cream on the beach the other day, and I saw them chasing away migrating birds who landed in the lagoon for some snack. It seems not only their sound is annoying their actions are too. Yet they work in gangs, obviously when the task is overwhelming for a one. At least that is a good quality. I learned that when they find a dead rat, they call the other crows of his gang, for the feast, and share! And it is true they are the cleaners, and it is true they have intelligence of a two years old and can be trained to speak and steal. Latter comes as a natural talent. Importance of the crows I am going to tell you a little story about crows, and you can enjoy without being prejudiced. Mr. was sitting in the bus. He was far away from his home. And he saw crows by the garbage bin. He was wondering what does it matter? What does it matter to him those crows littering everywhere dragging that garbage out of the bin. He looked at himself and came to conclusion, it does not matter to him. He investigated this closer. Is he being selfish? What is his duty to the society? Should he chase away the crows and make it a peaceful clean place so everyone else can live, happily ever after? Throughout the journey he could not stop thinking about crows. Truth is crows did not matter. But if he looked at it from the perspective of the society, crows did matter. What is correct? Why am I questioning this even. Then he noticed, crows needed each other. For the survival, as a species. The chances are better when they behave as a group. Chances of survival are better when they share a feast, and hunt in packs. Chances are better, when they chase enemies together to mark the territory. Chances are better in crow families and with love and kindness. But essentially crows are selfish little animals in their core. They do not have moral obligation for the other species of their environment. They even can kill them for survival. But, because of the former reason they have a moral obligation for their crow society. Mr. M came to conclusion that even when conduct as a pack, the selfishness of individual crows might be elicited if they put an artificial apocalyptic ending to the whole crow society. He knew no longer they would be these morally obliged animals, sharing and caring. There will be lootings, murders and raping, in this moral crow society if something happened. If oil did run out of its reserves or food ran out of supermarket shelves, selfishness would come out and erupt just like another volcano on the doom's day. Mr. M in the bus : https://unsplash.com/@lucialua84 What is moral? So, in fact what is "moral" is essentially the "Survival of the species". But he liked to believe otherwise. Mr. M liked to believe that there is higher form of "pureness" in crows' heart that drives them to sharing and caring. But he noticed this is not true. Maybe they are lured by the nature without them even noticing this. After all nature was the creator of the crows and nature wants them to survive. And Mr. M could do nothing but smile looking at all the crows. These annoying little animals whom he cannot avoid meeting every day, which does not even matter when he considers his selfish need for survival. Maybe he has moral obligation of sharing his knowledge and wisdom with them, which he cannot avoid as it is engraved in his DNA. So, he took a piece of bread out of his pocket and threw at them, just when the bus started to move again.

This is a follow up article for cockroach ethics and dictators , triggered by the comment "Black lives matter" is the right way to tackle discrimination against Blacks. Story of colors. I see colors, in everything. More than anyone since I started to draw. But first I did not know how to discriminate them. I did not see shades of green when I looked at a tree. So, a tree was just a tree similar to every other tree. Maybe I defined objects by their shapes instead. A tall tree, a beautiful tree. But when I learned about colors, now I see a tree in colors . I see many colors, yet I can approximate it into two or three essential colors. Colors Story of Math. When I was in grade 1 I did not know about equations. I did not know multiplication to combine with addition. I did not know about powers or square roots, and definitely I did not know how two equations can represent same thing. I did not know how mathematics cab be used to describe complex phenomena in nature on a paper, such as a trajectory of a bullet. Now I know so I use it to drive an equation for mindfulness . Story of science. When I was in grade nine, I did not know chemistry, or physics or biology or zoology. I did not know statistics or normal distribution. Everything was science! without discrimination. Yet in High school I learned chemistry is not chemistry anymore, it was organic and inorganic, organometallic, physical and biological. And crazy things do not stop there, as in college I have seen professors who walk in the courtyard, like zombies and some will say that is the best professor in the world about "thermos chemistry" Science: https://unsplash.com/@linusmimietz Philosophy for a change. Then I learned about mindfulness and philosophy. Out of curiosity for a change. And I argued that even ethics discriminate good and evil depending on an aesthetic criterion, this time with the wisdom of the great philosophers like Neitches. For a few years ago I could not build such an argument. And I compared a dictator to a cockroach to illustrate the point, and sanity of our criminal laws. And I said, "Black lives matter" may be a wrong slogan to take up in the place of "All lives matter" All lives matter mindfulness answer. Do Black Lives Matter? yes, they do, do all lives matter yes, they do. But the point is the discrimination starts at the point of recognition. No matter what we do after that does not make it go away. And I have given you examples from the colors, math and science. More you identify things more you will have discrimination between things, more you learn things more you will discriminate things, more you discriminate things more you will be wise, yet you will be a fool to fall into the trap, if you did not understand that it is the identification of things at its core create problems. And without mindfulness to see this in everyday life, you would be arguing about chicken and eggs with some fool one day. More than anyone I believe "All lives matter". But I know how to see people when others see colors. Just like an artist knows how to see colors where others see trees. Because I know both scientific method and mindfulness methods. It's just reverse of each other. Mindful: https://unsplash.com/@mikehindle Mindfulness is just reverse of science not pseudo-science In science we look at the outside world. We try to identify new things and discriminate them so we can better make gigantic plan. We describe things with equations and hypothesis about new ways of discrimination. Pseudo-science on the other hand are just believes, which doesn't come under scientific method. Hence anything religion is a pseudo-science. However, for investigation of self if we apply scientific method, it will become mindfulness. As mindfulness is using same scientific method to investigate self, by hypothesizing and experimenting. In mindfulness we look into the self, unlike science, we reverse the order. We forget the names and look at the things instead. We look inside ourselves instead of the world to see how things are created inside us. How everything we believe to be outside cannot exist without observation. We try to look at fundamentals of living called "Experience of Now" and figure out the true value of this second. Isn't it amazing to know, things ultimately boil down to a microsecond flux of energy with no value ?

Surviving naked in wild. If you have no idea to how to survive in wild, I suggest you watch Survivor or Naked and afraid series, which were the most popular TV shows during the times of its broadcast. One was CBS, and the other on Discovery. I did not fascinate people going into the jungle as a challenge, to survive just with few matches, and eating spiders and cockroaches . Sometimes it was too gross to watch. However, as those TV shows were so popular sometimes, we are forced to watch, like when you are in the waiting room for the dentist! and you cannot avoid looking at this madness :). We are way over the era of surviving in a jungle alone, and until we hit the next apocalypse , we would be helped by our smartphones and GPS system. I am sure in few years, even before we land on mars, we will be able to establish safe survival routes by interconnected star link satellites, and it would be easy to wait until helicopter evacuates you, in the middle of the Congo jungle watching latest Survivor episodes all night, in case if you were lost. Jungle: https://unsplash.com/@jeremy_holden Seriously, How to survive the wild? What would Bear Grylls do? Let's step aside the joke for a moment and assume this is a serious question. Although chances are rare, imagine that you have been lost inside the jungle of Congo without a compass or a map, and you have enough food until you come out of it. But how will you find the direction? Often, I have seen in those survival TV programs first they try to locate themselves, and you cannot do that unless you climb a mountain or go to a top of a tree . There once you are above the thick canopy of the tropical forest, you can see the distance and even catch the direction of the sun. You will know what is at the horizon and what the terrain looks like beyond you. There you can analyze the data and make a mental map of important landmarks. If you see a river or a stream, great, you will just have to follow this as humans tend to live by the water always, until they learned how to divert water to the places, they want it they did. So, it is likely there will be habitats downstream. Once you make a map of your own you can climb down the tree and start walking in the direction you wanted following landmarks. It is true once on the ground you have to tackle every bush which obstructs your path and avoid every snake and spider. Yet, without knowing which direction you are going, it will take ages if you walk blindly so, the first step matters, and it matters a lot. I am sure you have not analyzed when watching such a program, if you haven't done do it next time. After all it would be fun to watch them how they do it practically and Bear Grylls will do exactly that. Tropical forest: https://unsplash.com/@redcharlie Let's move into mindfulness. Now you know where I am heading. We have a jungle in our brains, and it is flooded with flora and Funa which is called information which freely flows inside from our sensory organs throughout the day, and it can be really wild inside. Just like inside a real jungle if you try to tackle every problem when you encounter, you will get nowhere and arrive at no destination and unfortunately die in the wild. However, there is hope. There is hope as long as there are trees. You have to climb, the Hope tree, which is called mindfulness, not once twice as many times as necessary throughout the journey. And bring out clarity to the information that you pose. Correct your path, identify rivers and roads, see landmarks. Why? you may ask. I would say because the information jungle is dynamic, just like true wild forest, and we cannot avoid getting lost in it. So called living is surviving the jungle of information. Some are well equipped with hand saws and compass, still would not work until you climb a tree and know where you are. Some are born with Smartphones With GPS. Still might not work as you might miss the helicopter if you do not climb as canopy is too thick. So, still mindfulness matters. Mindfulness brings clarity, showing what is happening inside our brain. True nature of our thoughts. More importantly you do not have to be on the tree all day! You can still continue the journey as you are wiser with the wisdom it provides, but as long as information is changing you have to repeat the process. After all jungle is not in our control. Jungle : https://unsplash.com/@hellocolor Imagine you were blamed by someone, we cannot avoid hearing this, and it creates ripples in our thoughts. If you identify this, you can quickly climb the mindfulness and bring out the clarity necessary without reacting with anger. And this is a better response. Same goes to sadness, jealousy and even happiness. Once we identify the nature of the jungle of information, we will be able to survive and even enjoy it just like Bear Grylls.

In the Backyard Earthworms live in the soil, in the backyard of my old parents house. Occasionally I happened to see them invariably when I dug a hole, purposefully or nihilistically. And they never made me a pleasant sight. These terrestrial invertebrate creatures which wiggle when exposed to air never made an attractive impression on my mind. Although they were an essential component of the turnover of dead organic material, which is their staple food, I never appreciated their deed, always prejudiced by their appearance, I could not look at them for more than a minute without feeling nauseated, could not touch them. Yet I am sure Earthworms did burrow under my feet, and made the soil aerated making it good for farmers to grow their crops. Maybe they were the reason for us to not have a famine, last year when it was so dry season, when the rain did not happen as expected. Yet the soil was wet enough from an year old rainwater, that plants did not die of exhaustion. Organic Material Staple food of Earthworms : https://unsplash.com/@anniespratt Earthworms on earth Earthworms eat organic material, created with ingredients from the same soil that they live in. K+ nitrogen and atoms of carbon and hydrogen are essential components of these organic materials. Later they learned that it is easier if they stuck at one place and started to plant the seeds so they could harvest crops without travelling here and there all around the earth. So the first ancestors of these modern Earthworms settled around the rich soil of river basins all around the earth. And they had plenty of time to think. And Earthworms started thinking for themselves when they had nothing else to do. When their houses which were built with earth were filled with freshly harvested crops, they had time to think. And they found out the earth possesses more material than just hydrocarbons. Some Earthworms found out how to extract metal from earth. And they build a knife. Some found liquid earth that burned like a bushfire when heated, and they tapped into the earth. Some found copper , zinc, gold , and a whole lot of pure and non purified earth materials. And with these earth, they started making gadgets, so they can buy other earthworms gadgets. Not one, not two, but millions and billions of gadgets. One by one, one after the other, they distributed among Earthworms.  Earthworms found out that their wiggly movement through soil is not fast enough as there is too much resistance. So they build a ten feed wide tunnel boring machine to connect continents. They build up cars using earth material, in factories made up of earth material, burning fluid earth material to power them. Lines and lines of Earthworms were seen in these factory assembly lines tweaking earth material little by little to make new machines that could fly. Earthworm : https://unsplash.com/@juzwe Earthworms in the sky The elite Earthworms started to travel in these flying machines, still made up of nothing but earth. Just like every atom of their whole bodies these jets burned earth, releasing atoms to the clouds, which mixed with rainwater and fell back on earth to become earth again. At the pinnacle of these new Earthworm civilizations, they first travelled to the moon, one small step of a earthworm, a one big step for the whole earthworm generation. Then to orbit around the earth, on a space station. And as the Earthworms feared the sudden popping of their beloved earth they agreed that they have a collective earthworm consciousness and wanted to preserve this. So they wanted to preserve consciousness , by adapting to a new earth. Using all the earth material they build a starship, and jump when they see it light up the night sky, in an elated arbitrary joy, which they did not know from where it came from. And they thought they were at the verge of making a Marsworm for the first time.  Earthworm Seekers And occasionally some Earthworms refuse to take part in this earthworm culture and seem to be asking questions about the sanity of their actions. And trying to understand who made them aware of the earth, what they are doing in the soil. And these Earthworms never lasted, respected but cornered by the Earthworm society calling them philosophic worms.

Why paradoxes exist? Do you want to know why paradoxes exist? It's simpler than you think. And in a matter of seconds, I can give solution to all the paradoxes in the world. Do you want to know the answer? Paradoxes exist only because the reality itself is an illusion. I am sure you have no idea what I am talking about. And reading one or two articles from magical mindful living would not give you the full extent of the above statement. In fact, what is more likely is you will think it is absurd, and I am mad. Ah for that matter I recently had checked with my doctor, and I am in perfect health. Not mad at all. Maybe little depressed as I am still shell-shocked from the truth myself. But every paradox that exist is a messenger to the truth. And I can show you that above is a rational conclusion not a statement from a madman. And here we can discuss why. Grandfather: Your future: https://unsplash.com/@pietroschellino Grandfather paradox and possible solutions In my book, what is time I did write about the grandfather paradox. But I haven't discussed any solutions. I did not think seriously enough at that time as the wisdom was still small. Now after writing 400 articles on Mindfulness, after seen many contradictory arguments that leads nowhere, I can come to above conclusion. Let's look at grandfather paradox. Imagine a time Traveler, from future goes to a time where his father is not yet born. And kills his own grandfather. As the paradox suggests, then there would be no time traveler as time goes forward. As he would never be born. And it means that he cannot come from the future and kill his grandfather. Then again this suggest he would be born. And there is no end to this loop. And that is a paradox, something which contradicts itself. There are several answers to this paradox. If you are interested, you can read any other article except this one from ocean of world wide Web. As I am sure there will be a thousand solutions to the above. Some suggest time travel is not possible. Some say there are parallel worlds. Some say there is nothing called time. And the latter is more inclined with the above answer of mine. The time Machine: https://unsplash.com/@jiyeon3299 Mindfulness solutions to grandfather paradox. Now let's get back to the paradox. Where does this paradox exist and why? For me it exists only in my mind. And only when I think about it. Just like the concept of time. Time exists in my mind, when I think about yesterday. Or when I remember what happened just a second ago. So, this is why in the book what is time I have written a new definition for it. " Time generates in consciousness as a consequence of comparing two thoughts, as a feeling " Just like any other mental object this is an approximation of a reality we can never know. So, If everything in this relative world is made up of abstractions, is there any absolute truth? Now I can give you some more truths about the grandfather paradox. For us to have this paradox first we have to assume "Grandfather's do exist" Have you ever thought about it? In the article objects of mind , I have given a clear explanation on this. What is grandfather to you is, father to someone else and husband to another, while it is a son to Some other consciousness. So, the abstract concept of grandfather is only a relative truth for an individual. What about time? Does time exist? If you have read the article on quicksilver, you would know that time is also a concept our minds create. Another approximation of a reality. What about language ? Are we getting anywhere with this? Slow down time: https://unsplash.com/@switch_dtp_fotografie I can only laugh at myself when I see with mindfulness about the mind. My mind has created a paradox out of assumed truths of abstracted concepts about a relative world. And with all seriousness I can laugh about all the professors who had been spending so much time trying to solve these idiotic problems the mind creates. I could have been a one. Fortunately, the universe had other plans and here I am tackling with my own mind where all the readers of this blog lives. Hoping this would be your universal call for action to get away from paradoxes of life with mindfulness. Thank you for reading. Follow the links for more insights.

How I bought my own coffee It is not until I went to UK that I learned coffee is so f....g expensive. Here in tropics, I rarely use it although it is produced here. But the aroma it has in the coffeehouse combined with the culture and the shitty weather mandated me to do so in UK. So, I drank my fair share of coffee with my own money. But this is not about real coffee. This is about that website called "Buy me coffee" and "Catch me if you can" Frank Abagnale Jr and maybe about cat crap! Most expensive coffee Before moving onto the proper matter of bread and butter with coffee, I want to show you a fact. Which is hilarious and unexpected at the same time. The most expensive coffee in the world is kopi Luwak. Which comes from Indonesia and the other name for this is "Cat crap coffee" because it is made from partially digested poop of palm civet. If you do not like how it's made you can use the next best thing which is called black ivory coffee which is from Thailand. Guess what, it is coming from elephant poop this time. Ha ha ha. Am I making you feel disgusted over a coffee. Yet sometimes animal poop is not disgusting specially if it is dry. I know this for a fact as I used to play with dried up rabbit poop in a nearby playground when I was a kid. I can't remember exactly what I did with them, but I know it wasn't disgusting at all. Just dried up grass balls. Civet: https://unsplash.com/@crespo_photography101 Buy me coffee and Frank Abagnale Jr. Let's move to coffee. I added a button for someone to buy me a coffee, as I have no visitors yet to monetize the blog. Yet even if I did, I really want to run this ad free as long as possible as I know how disgusting scrolling and reading through those disturbing ads feel like. It's worse than rabbit poop! So, I created a profile on buy me coffee and I could not help myself donate a dollar. What I have done was actually losing some of the cents to "Buy me coffee" as I do not get full dollar in return when it comes back to me! Yet I felt like Frank Abagnale JR. If you have watched this masterpiece featuring Leonardo de Caprio in the movie "Catch me if you can" there is a scene where his father Abagnale SR gives an empty checkbook to Frank Junior. Who is played by young De Caprio. And this empty checkbook was a potential, just a symbol that he would earn and fill his bank account with loads of money in the future. So, he could write cheques spending it. And this checkbook was a gift for the teenager who became a runaway from home, and a self-made thief, of international variety, a true master in cheque fraud. Oh, you might get the wrong impression that I am planning on becoming a millionaire from donations! Not at all. I know it is never going to happen. What are the odds of someone truly value the workings when I write mostly on valuelessness . It just makes me feel like a street performer, not a thief. Civet Coffee beans: https://unsplash.com/@hdbernd Why I am a street performer, in the Google station Have you seen street performers? They play the piano or sing a song. And just because they enjoy doing that. I have never seen a street performer become a millionaire not until AGT became a thing. It makes me realize there is no quitting now. I have committed myself to be a writer for the rest of my life. So, it doesn't matter how many read these articles. It doesn't matter how many visitors google brings. I love the experience of creating another illusion with words. So, I can live one more day longer before being executed by the boredom and depression of a monotonous life. So, I can spread the message of truth called mindfulness, which was very very hard for me to find, that I struggled years thinking. Now I know a little, so I spread it free. Part time for now as long as I can buy my own coffee. So let me write a poem, like that street performer so you can feel better reading it healing any wounds created by ghosts of the past Wehrmacht's Gun: https://unsplash.com/@we_the_royal In the hours of darkness when no-one is left To give comfort of a warm hug when you needed it the most When the loneliness is unbearable like walking on a country road When glasses cut deep into your bare feet while your enemy smile When you cannot rest when you cannot run, as the shackles of life tighten around When you are cornered on a wall facing Wehrmacht's gun When you know God would not appear whom did not all this time I will be there for you a friend if you feel me then, my deed is done

Observing banana leaves. I was looking at the banana leaves, creating some happiness for myself. And I am going to teach you how to. It doesn't cost a cent to be happy if you do not believe me try this. Banana Leaves: https://unsplash.com/@rishal1123 The mindfulness exercise Quit whatever you are doing right now. Just after reading this passage. You do not have even to come back to complete the reading. Just go out to an open space where there are trees. It is raining. Doesn't matter, even better. It's sunny? Find some place shady. Sit down on a bench or grass. Happy grass. And then watch the leaves. I have banana trees. I'm sure there is a maple or an oak tree nearby you. Maybe you are in most unlikely place in Madagascar then you will have Baobab trees. It doesn't matter which tree you are looking at. Just look at the leaves. Like you are looking at them for the first time. Do not try to think anything, do not try to not think either. Look at it like there is only you and the leaves are there in the universe. Just that, you and leaves, you and leaves. And this will make you realize there is only single observation happening in your mind. There will be happiness, but you would not realize this as you are just focused only on one observation. The happiness will be apparent only when you compare this experience some other day with something else. And this memory will be there till you die, the first time you saw the leaves. It is a simple exercise of mindfulness, yet I will illustrate how it works. Oak Leaves: https://unsplash.com/@evgenslavin Personal Experience. How do I know right? Well, I have done it in the past and I do it still when I see my boat is drifting too far to the left. The mind is an amazing machine. It doesn't need anything to lean on, as long as we do not disturb the process. Sometimes we are doing too much, with the pressure from the external world. We believe in things which are not there and chase these illusions all our lives. We make ourselves messy and loud to show that our lives matter. Without asking the question from mind who is living? And what is living? If you haven't done the mindfulness exercise, you can do it now. Or let's just imagine you did. If you can imagine I am sure it is even better as you know what to do next time on your vacation. I am going to show you little intuitions about life from this exercise. Intuitions from the exercise When you just keep the attention first you will notice the leaves are outside and you are looking at them. That is only what there is. Leaves and you, and you already know this. Think about it. All the burden of the past is not there in this moment. Burden of guilt and regrets. All the burden of future is not there now. Burden of anxiety unpredictability and dreams. Your mind is observing the leaves, and you are observing this observation. The mind and the leaves. And if you do it correctly you will notice they are no more two things. Leaves appear when mind disappear. Mind is there as long as you observe it. One time you observe the mind, one time you observe the leaves. And what is there is only an observation. And that is what I call singularity of life. The two worlds that we see ourselves are inherently a same lump of clay, molded into different shapes. Maple Leaves: https://unsplash.com/@telliottmbamsc Implications of the exercise Implications of these observations are really different and subjective than the reality we believe in. For me when I realize these facts I felt so lonely. As I knew I have been living in this lonely sphere created by my own mind. I do not possess the power to reach outside to see what creates the ripples in my own world. As an example, I see the reflections of banana leaves created with information from my past, yet I do not know what exists in the so-called real world. The sad truth is there is no vehicle to get there. When I touch, I will feel with my past memories. When I listen, I will hear what I already know. When you read you understand what you understood from your past experience. So, the prisoner of mind is the best analogy. I am sure this is the allegory of the cave what was mentioned by Plato. So, with mindfulness I am trying to explain how we can imagine the outside world even when we know we will never be there in time. When I know liberation is an illusion when I know nobody has been outside from their own caves, I do not expect to die with a dream, so the process of creating dreams would cease to exist. And I know all the lies, I tell you as you know I have never seen the sun, beyond my prison walls.

Hammering the nails. It was twenty years ago, when my parents built our home. I never liked it, the dirt dust and the constant noise, the pollution was too much for the wheezy chesty kid like me. Sometimes I would help, out of necessity. Sometimes I was given task of hammering the nails. Have you ever done that? Have you ever hammered a nail and strike your own finger? Well, I have, not once, but many times. Nails are a Scarce resource. They are reuseable, however. When they built temporary boxes for concrete beams, after it was hardened, the nails were removed. And when they come out of the wood, often they would bend in the middle. Like a crooked old man. These rusty old nails need straightening before being reused. And there were thousands of them. Often, I was given the task of straightening the nails. A bucket full of them. Forging Success: https://unsplash.com/@supergios I would sit on a bench, taking a nail on my left, keep on a piece of wood and hammer it with my right. Several times, rotate it a bit here and there, and Vola! The rust is gone, and the nail is straight, as new as straight from the shop. It is good feeling to do it a dozen times. Yet, the bucket of nails would never finish, as everyday crooked nails appear in the bucket from Nowhere! And the rate I am doing it is not at all going to keep the bucket empty. The best Sisyphean punishment I can imagine. Success of a Nail is defined by the Hammer. Now I realize however, it is not at all about hammering the nails. Having been climbed the tallest trees in the jungle of life in mindfulness , now I realize the lessons I learned from forging nails were the ones which took me where I am today. To see the horizon above the canopy of the internal jungle of thoughts in my head. It was about resilience, endurance, innovativeness of the boring task of hammering nails I face in life. And like good old days, when I look at the bucket, I see the rate I am hammering them is never fast enough to keep the bucket empty. The bucket keeps of adding, its own nails out of nowhere. Not giving me a second to spare. Yet I see myself, sitting on the good old bench, hammering them one by one. Occasionally rest, to have a cup of tea. What am I expecting. This is life at its best, the happiness is created by the hardships of life. Would you not agree? If all the nails are straight, where is the fun in it? What would I rather do if it wasn't for the nails I am hammering. I realize, I am defined by the nails, just like my success. Forging Success Blacksmith's way. Because I have been to the blacksmith the other day, I know thing or two about forging success in life. You can either blame that the metal is too strong, or you can start heating it today. You can sleep in a corner like the blacksmith's deaf dog, or pull the bellow to generate more heat, from your left hand, while hammering it from your strong right, while it is hot and shiny. And little by little it will shape into something valuable, a knife, a nail or an axe to kill your enemies with. Ha Ha. Hammer it with mindfulness, and hammer it with creativity, hammer it with experience, hammer it hard, long and strong with all you might. Because every crooked nail can be straightened, and every metal will melt with enough heat. And I know this by experience. However, when you are tired and sweaty, drink your tea, or Coca-Cola . Do, not forget your lunch. Take a walk in the garden through those beautiful rose beds, that you planted last year. As, nails would never stop filling your bucket, and blocks of iron always appears on your door. Life is about hammering nails. And Life is about resting in the Garden of Eden at the same time. Do, both in mindfulness, and wisdom of a blacksmith. "You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."– Martin Luther King, Jr. Nail being Hammered Poem

Stopping by the woods or Shawshank Redemption I was driving through the mist today. Yet again for the 100th time to work. The misty mountain road was an absolute retreat for the eyes. Yet my mind was not at rest. I could not stop and watch the beauty. Not because I did not have five minutes to spare. Maybe I could have written a poem like Robert Frost. My little horse must think it queer    To stop without a farmhouse near    Between the woods and frozen lake    The darkest evening of the year.    Misty mountains are Magical I wasn't brave like Robert Frost, as I know if I stopped to appreciate the beauty, I would feel more miserable at work. So, I did not. I did not stop my car; I did not open my window and took a fresh air. I did not reduce the speed in those misty mountain roads. You can call me a coward. My eyes are made up to see the beauty like Robert Frost , and my mind is made up to see the logic like Jane Eyre . And fortunately, or unfortunately both are still working at their best. I'm sad I do not have a free mind of a wild horse or a backpacker. Maybe I am jealous after all. This reminded me of the Shawshank redemption. This was one of the greatest drama films ever made. And somehow, I have missed it when I was in university. It was only a couple of weeks ago I had watched it, so I still can remember the plot. The Plot. A middle-aged banker Andy Dufresne, who went to prison accused of killing of his wife, adapts to prison life. He spent years and years like a victim to bullying and harassment by other inmates and prison guards. And finally, because of his knowledge and experience becomes a respectable member, expanding the prison library and giving financial advice to officers. Even helping them to avoid tax and keep accounts neat, all those illicit money. But he has been dreaming secretly of freedom. As he had broken the prison and left seeking freedom after years and years of struggle. Nobody had a clue, not even his close friends inside, until he had escaped. With a little rock hammer, he had taken all the years to build a tunnel of freedom. I am sure he ended up in a beach somewhere in Mexico. Away from all the burden that he chose to carry. Wow? What a retreat. Mountains Drawing. Watch me draw in YouTube . My excuse for Monday Morning driving through the mist Now, you should excuse me for being cowardly driving in the morning, and did not stop by the woods, instead await redemption from Shawshank. I know nature is the place where I must rest. And it seems inevitable that I will be with nature when I am a grandpa like Robert frost, Yet I am still Mr. Andy in his Prime. My rock hammer is my words, with it I softly strike. And this blog you are reading now is my tunnel for freedom that I create with it. And day by day, I will dig a hole in my prison wall, ironically built by my Ghost of the past with greed. So, I can be free one day and there would be no rush through the misty mountains then, indeed. So I would be that backpacker laughing at some idiot who drives past me in 80kmph, with closed windows. And I will write, One day on a Monday morning While I was walking through those mysterious misty mountains Breathing fresh air humming like a bird Listening to water splashing in Brooks While the sun is still weak, to break out the tapestry of mist With ferocious beams of golden light While pretty birds still rest in their nests frosted Due to the chilling air in the scary dark forest While I was tying shoelaces, dripped With dew from the wet grass. I saw an idiot in a white Civic driving 100 kmph to work, splashing me And I took a photo to add to my album of February fools. Forgetting that was me in youth. Thank you for reading this. You may like Prisoners of mind.

Dramatising documantaries. I have been watching some history documentaries and noticed how the language is used to dramatise even otherwise boring uninterested things. I am going to expose some of the tricks here and you can be mindful about these in your next documentary.  As an example often they talk about the biggest, massive, colossal things. They would give the height of the ruins in feet, not in meters. They would talk about deepest points of the ocean or compare with tallest monuments in the planet. Or else they will talk about smallest things. Smallest mamal, smallest bird, tiniest creatures shown in macroscopic details. Sometimes it is about fastest punch, strongest bite and loudest noise. If it is about climate that they are talking about its a hurricane, a tsunami or a mega earthquake of the century. And we cannot stop getting hooked to watch the documentary to identify the mistery. And sometime the story that they dramatise not even there! I would feel like cheated. Monuments : https://unsplash.com/@ancientwanderer Nothing is about normal. Did you notice that nothing is ever about normal things? Its not about normal waves, normal weather which is there 360 out of 365 days. Nobody talks about an average human being. And I can say this is the life of vast majority of humans on the planet. But I rarely see a documentary on a daily paid workers life. True account. Maybe it is not interesting, when it is not in the either side of the spectrum. Nobody would raise their eyebrows when numbers are not more than eight figures long or atlease beyond few decimal points of zeros. So I need you to observe when these documentaries creators do play with your feelings. When watching a documentary you are not only a spectator, but you are a victim to the narrator of the story. It is what happens in your brain physically or chemically which makes you a victim of information. I am not saying you should stop watching them, or you cannot learn anything from them. It is the exact opposite. I am showing you how to make it an opportunity to practise your mindfulness while watching these.  Watching walruses- a documentary in mindfulness This article has perfect timing, as I was watching frozen planet by Sir David Attenborough. Started smooth, normal hunting of polar bears, and orcas. And at the end of the program, a gathering of walruses shown. And they were in thousands in a small island, packed due to lack of ice caused by global warming. And some of them climb 100 meter high rocks for space and eventually fall to their own death in dozens. And somehow it caused me to think that I am responsible for their deaths. What happened? I was wondering it is only part of the story. Walrus: https://unsplash.com/@francesco_ungaro We have seen mass extinctions of animals in planet earth history. What about dinosaurs . They perished on earth In a matter of years, totally wiped out. Leaving only cockroaches to carry on life. What about ice age? When polar bears flourish, other animals would freeze to death. No humans were responsible for that! Wildfires? Hurricanes? Landslides? It seem for vast majority of deaths in nature, humans or you are not responsible. We can think about global warming in some other ways. I am not sure about you but not a single atom in my body is artificial. They all are natural. Just like every animal in the planet I posess a weak body, like every dictator . So I create a shelter, and help all others in fulfilling my selfish need for survival, which was planted in me as morals by the nature. Just like a bunch of crows . So whatever I have done for the global warming last year is just natural. Of course that may be our own apocalyptic ending. Yet it is natural right? Can you see? There is an opposite argument for everything we hear, every truth that they show us. Even for a mathamatical question so obvious like answer to 1+1. These conter arguments are not obvious at first, but it teaches important lesson, to question everything that we see for ourselves. And you would be suprised how much absurdity is there in your everyday boring life. And that is how mindfulness makes a documentary more interesting to watch. What documentary have you watched lately?