Alokananda's Blog Posts

Eight years ago today I was a freshmen in College. Eight years ago I walked into my friends dorm room to watch the second plane hit the towers. Four and a half hours away from my home in Staten Island I watched with the same horror that every New Yorker was experiencing. In those moments I had no idea what was awaiting me and my family.

Look back at your life thus far.
What do you see. In all that change, what has remained?

Calling out to that awe
the well within
filling

What was once a small drop
eroding soil into a bowl to fill
has become an underground river
Flowing

The ocean waits
with a presence and patience

More and more surfaces
Jewels revealed
They burst open like diamonds from coal
All that has covered my soul
Is being torn off me
like the garments of a man drowning in a frozen lake

When we think ourselves to clarity or peace we cheat ourselves out of true inspiration and wisdom.

It is like a hit... a trip that you will inevitably come down from. A crash so to speak.

Clarity, lasting peace needs to come from a deeper place than mind. This is a tricky thing.