Dragon on a Trapeze – our first ebook!

Dragon on a Trapeze by deadmanswill. A book of verses and my personal memoir – emotional, spiritual and delusional is here https://goo.gl/b9oQhe

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Promotional Offer: Download this ebook for FREE from Amazon on 2, 3 November 2017

Over the last few of years, I’ve been writing about my emotional and spiritual experiences as verses on Facebook and on other places. Some of them are about intense emotional experiences, some of them about my depression phase, some of them spiritual in nature, some about my mindfulness practice, and some about my seeking for meaning of life. Recently I’ve compiled them all at one place and edited about 70 of them into an ebook. This book is out on Amazon now. It can be downloaded to mobiles and tablets (through Amazon Kindle App), and to all Kindle reading devices.

Tomorrow and the day after (Nov 2 and 3) I have put up a promotional offer on the book, so it can be downloaded for free to your mobiles and kindle devices on those two days. Please make use of this if you are interested in reading the book. And if you find the book interesting, please leave a candid review on the Amazon page.

Here is a description of the book:

We all are on a pilgrimage towards our very being and existence. Constantly battling for everyday survival and yet on a quest to answer life’s vital questions. What keeps us moving in life? And what makes us dig into our past? What is it that makes us tick? Where is Life taking us? Once the seeker in us wakes up there is no going back! On one hand we are human in our emotions and aspirations, yet on an another, much deeper level we are sacred beings that is seeking the very source of its existence and a richer meaning of life. Who are we really?

This book of verses is an account of one such pilgrimage. Through personal hell and heaven in a search for the eternal. Through emotional ups and downs, through the metaphors of religions and the archetypes of Hindu Mythology, through the natural world and the valleys within, through the duality of existence and mindfulness of this moment, until the Dragon on a Trapeze emerges and the firefly in the Heart awakens!

THE EMERGENCE

When home wobbles like a top
And we find no sacred ground to stand firm
The dragon on a trapeze
Comes to the rescue

THE FALL

Would my head stop wobbling
Like a planet
Drunk with love and fear!
Can I slip out of this familiar orbit!

THE FIND

When I walk in silence
Amidst the falling leaves
And autumn sunshine
I see you

THE FIRE

If the sun burns the heart,
The moon cleaves the mind,
And truth splits the tongue,
Then who fires the stomach?

THE BEGINNING

When the juggler finally arrives
Will he paint a garish smile on my dead face
Or would he rekindle the joy and toss the corpse?
An oasis of hope in the desert of seeking

THE END

Let the duet end
And the dancers vanish
And let it be known
That all movement
Is within!

Moving on – Beyond Depression

Moving beyond depression is a bit like leaving the ruins of your house blown apart by a sudden explosion. It’s tough! You don’t want to. It makes a melancholic sense to hang on to the broken pieces, hoping that you can still piece things together. You see the ghost of the sorrowful self still lurking in the ruins, lurking behind bare brick walls, standing underneath gaping hole in the ceiling, staring at the starry night framed by naked, twisted steel rods sticking out of the shattered concrete. This ghost has seen the light through the explosion and wants to forever be lost among the ruined foundations.

And when you have realized the immense blessing that the depression has been, the sense of old self becomes a thick nostalgic fog that lingers in the throat. What you’ve lost doesn’t want to leave you entirely. What’s new is not wholly invited. There is such a sense of immense sacrifice that you’d want to cloak it around you as a new identity. You drag it around and display it to the world. But then one day you realize, it’s all done.

Your sense of former self has been blown to bits. The field day you’ve had sobbing in the ruins is done too. The bits don’t belong to you anymore. What happens to the ruins is no longer your concern. Sacrifice is not a virtue anymore. All that’s left is a beautifully broken mind, a seedling of heart sprouting new hope, and a world full of possibilities. Above all a deep sense of aliveness inside that can lead to renewal of innocence and a new song. The cloak is the skin that has been shed. The snake cannot carry it around anymore. There’s no point to it.

If one continues to wrap it around and live in the ruins, one becomes a ghost of the past, haunting places that don’t exist anymore except as fading, weather-torn ruins in time-divorced spaces of the mind. The ghost cannot desperately cling to the thick night to see the glowing light again. The ghost and night needs to pass. Gray needs to give way to purple, and purple to pink, yellow and orange. If you need to let out one last cry, do it now. Let the tears carry away the hopelessness and melancholy that you’ve made your home. And let the final sigh give birth to renewal.

The night is through. Walk out into the dawn. You don’t know what is out there. But then you never did. The child still learns to eagerly crawl, walk, and explore. Let’s not meet the future. Let’s meet this moment fully. Let’s meet each other fully. Let’s meet this world fully.