We all have times when we withdraw into ourselves with our feelings, when we close ourselves off, when we put distances between us and our surroundings, when we are far away even from those close to us. When even the seasons are in bloom, when the skies are filled with the enthusiasm of spring, we sail towards our inner world. While the winds are adorned with the scent of other climates and even the stars are adorned with the sparkle of distant lands, our souls are veiled like our eyes... Sometimes we are afraid to come out of the shadows we hide in. Sometimes everything inside us remains still, motionless...

We are afraid to leave the safe garden of our own mind, we want to remain invisible.

It is not easy to realize the chains and shackles in these safe nooks and crannies of the mind and ego. How did I come to these deep places, how did this chain come and settle inside me? If we can deeply observe the limitations and constraints of our mind, if we can grasp without judgment what is in the deepest depths, we may have a chance to see the fears and insecurities deep inside...

Our biggest egoic fear is to go outside the system, outside the world we are used to. Wouldn't it be safer if we could carry our house on our backs like turtles? Or if, when we sensed danger, we could shrink our arms, legs and head into our shells for endless minutes.

As Krishna Murti describes it, we would like to stink, stagnate, degenerate and die in a pool of clay we have dug for ourselves, on the edge of the endlessly flowing river of life. In other words, it is against existence to wish that everything we have should remain the same, that it should never change, that everything we love and like or find safe should remain unchanged. The safe little pits we dig to protect ourselves from the flood of life feel still and unchurned, but life is not like that. Life is always flowing, like water, like a flood. Nothing in life is still and crystal. Heraclitus: "You cannot bathe twice in one stream"; Democritus, referring to him: "You cannot bathe in a stream even once".

Even the seasons are four, constantly changing. The trees are different every season. Even the birds are different in the sky every season. Fish are in different seas. Loggerheads born in Dalyan swim off the coast of the Cayman Islands in the other season. The universe is not stagnant, it is not in the nature of loggerheads to be stuck in Dalyan. Trees are not always flowering or green. Yet they do not expect to be safe all the time. The moment one gives up the search for security, one opens up to another world, life becomes a feast. A mind that breaks down its walls can now flow with life and rejoice with the floods. It can meet new discoveries, new rivers, even oceans.

When you come out of your own safe mossy, rusted pits, when you don't run after any subject or object, when you don't try to own it, when you don't try to hold it in your hands, that day... that day... you are free... and it is time to flow...

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

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Source: Denizli Haber