Saving the soul…
Sometimes when my father went for his professional training, he used to bring along special cookies for us. The cookies were so tasty and so special to me that I barely used to eat them. I used to store them in a jar safely and as soon as I am done with my school I used to rush back to my house, open the jar to ensure that they remained untouched. Just looking at them and knowing that they are present for me, used to bring a lot of happiness to me. If I consumed them I knew that they would be over in a day.
After many years I recollect this memory again. I realize how important it is for us to preserve some parts of our soul. As soon as we experience something we try to describe it or rationalize it or weave it into a narrative. The cookie gets digested and we find no happiness till we get another such cookie.
It is very important to keep certain parts of our soul, our grief, our happiness, our ecstasy: untouched. We keep them aside as precious gifts and try our best to not explain them away. We don’t let them come into the purview of human activity and cognition. We allow ourselves to just sit with them and keep looking at them from time to time. If everything is digested, the very digestion loses its sense. If everything is worded, words then become a dead containers. There is something that is unspoken, unexperienced, unmanifested which forms the ground on which the very speech, experience and manifestation are constructed. We don’t keep over ploughing and make the inner soil extinct. We let the soil settle and relax and retain its nutrients, after which we do farming on a patch of it.
From time to time we can look inside and find the untouched cookie smiling at us and assuring us: “I’m here for you, I’m the ground on which things manifest”. Similarly a good farmer can hear the soil saying this to him. He knows that uncontaminated soil is there to support him. Controlling our greed and need to over-explain things within and around forms the basis for saving the (inner) planet.