As I read this merry-go-round... the first thing I saw was a round wheel in my hands, which is different from the steering handle/s I operate with on my motor-bike...
and the beauty of it is I sometimes ride my bike like I would sail a ship, mostly ride it like I would fly a plane and at crosses and U turns ride it as I would hover like a helicopter...
the other day my satellite launching debut failed, when my bike which was parked amidst cars was carted off by the traffic police for being incorrectly parked in space reserved for cars. I got misled by a lack of knowledge, by incorrect and/or out-dated information. I retrieved my bike after admitting my mistake and paying the fine.
Have been thinking for some time that I have to get to a four-wheeler, as it is I am already learning and enjoying chair-dancing... this morning I learnt that I could gallop with the muscles that inform my lips... try it! use a mirror to assure thyself it is true!
My experience with the Self "always drives directly to happiness" is that it took me nearly forty to begin to discover my Self... I began in my 39th year and now at 47 happiness is something I carry within when I do and when I don't.
It may be that I am bugged by this piece that unless I trust my driver completely, I have to be alert whether or not I am in the driving chair. I am the driver of my life, if not of this car. I would insist on remaining aware until I hit the bed. Yes, many a time I don't bother where in my own self-circumscribed area, the driver takes me because I know to enjoy the ride without being in the driver's chair. The chair may not be mine. My life is. And as in Hindi I would say, Meri Jan Pyari, meri-my, jan-life, pyari-beloved. My life is beloved.
And yes, this was about the merry-go-round and reminded my of a novel by Somerset Maugham (?) by that title, The Merry-Go-Round... and what I liked most in that novel besides a very dim remembrance of the names, is the fact that in that novel the author also spoke of a hub... that's where the rub is...
In the minutes as my body goes completely numb, after my last exhalation and no water has flooded into my lungs... as and when I surrender completely that is, I may think differently... I may just even KNOW!
On Sep 7, 2012 Austin Correia MSFS wrote :
and the beauty of it is I sometimes ride my bike like I would sail a ship, mostly ride it like I would fly a plane and at crosses and U turns ride it as I would hover like a helicopter...
the other day my satellite launching debut failed, when my bike which was parked amidst cars was carted off by the traffic police for being incorrectly parked in space reserved for cars. I got misled by a lack of knowledge, by incorrect and/or out-dated information. I retrieved my bike after admitting my mistake and paying the fine.
Have been thinking for some time that I have to get to a four-wheeler, as it is I am already learning and enjoying chair-dancing... this morning I learnt that I could gallop with the muscles that inform my lips... try it! use a mirror to assure thyself it is true!
My experience with the Self "always drives directly to happiness" is that it took me nearly forty to begin to discover my Self... I began in my 39th year and now at 47 happiness is something I carry within when I do and when I don't.
It may be that I am bugged by this piece that unless I trust my driver completely, I have to be alert whether or not I am in the driving chair. I am the driver of my life, if not of this car. I would insist on remaining aware until I hit the bed. Yes, many a time I don't bother where in my own self-circumscribed area, the driver takes me because I know to enjoy the ride without being in the driver's chair. The chair may not be mine. My life is. And as in Hindi I would say, Meri Jan Pyari, meri-my, jan-life, pyari-beloved. My life is beloved.
And yes, this was about the merry-go-round and reminded my of a novel by Somerset Maugham (?) by that title, The Merry-Go-Round... and what I liked most in that novel besides a very dim remembrance of the names, is the fact that in that novel the author also spoke of a hub... that's where the rub is...
In the minutes as my body goes completely numb, after my last exhalation and no water has flooded into my lungs... as and when I surrender completely that is, I may think differently... I may just even KNOW!