Thoughts Arise

Hold your hand out…look at the lines in your palm. Look at the one on the left; they say those show the destiny you are born with. Look at the ones on the right; those are the ones that change with your life. Notice the differences… Ball up your fist. Take a deep breath and concentrate…bring up all the resentment, all the negative feelings…concentrate and tighten your grip. Imagine the darkness at the centre of your palm and clench harder, till your nails dig into your skin and the knuckles are ready to burst through. Steady your fist and let go…use only the power in your arm and strike the wall as hard as you can. Do not let your fear of pain inhibit you…concentrate on the impurities in your soul and make them flow through this punch. As you strike do not let your mind recoil at the impact, don’t let pain be the only thing you feel. When the pain races through to your brain accept it and feel it, and then feel what follows. Feel the centre of your fist loosen, feel the pai...

Synonyms? I don’t think so. Heaven comes with an opposite; hell. Heaven comes with a price; the torture of the less pious amongst us. Heaven comes with some religion; some kind of dogma that must be followed to attain it. But paradise; that is a destination I lust for. And there is no shame in lusting for it either; no regret of ‘sins’, no betrayal of my less pious companions, just an idea that can make me smile, even though it is too utopian to firmly believe in, too ethereal to leave proof of its existence in this world. But why would I deserve it, the pro-heaven proponents might ask. I don’t know really, but each one of us has an idea of our paradise. Each one of us has the urge to search for it, even though we do not really understand it, or even have complete faith in it. We see it as the place we could truly call home. And that might be enough to justify, that at the end of our journey, we all get there.