Leave me Alone
Looking at mountains left to be nurtured by nature, I imagine what life must have been like before the ego's interruption of the human mind. I imagine earth to be colourful, abundant, radiant, wild, harmoniously chaotic and rhythmically quiet.
Reflecting on that I find myself wondering what it is that is so beautiful about the chaos, unpredictability and wonder in virgin nature? What had habitual programmed interpretation of "beauty", "profit" and "order" done to countless breathtaking nature spots? Why have we allowed ourselves to interfere, stripping those spots of chances of being adored and watched in awe the way they were intended to be.
Yoga believes that everything that exists in the macrocosm of the universe also exists in microcosm of the human being. How then do we do the same to our internal "nature spots"? We interfere. We consistently try to manipulate others passively or aggressively (or both) in an attempt to fit them into a standard we have decided to set. This standard that is so disoriented as it originates from years of emotional baggage, false understanding and plain moments of shut heart. We then cause ourselves to suffer as we experience feelings of disappointment and frustration as it is rare that anyone will always fit that standard.
We also apply those ridiculous standards on ourselves. We constantly interfere with ourselves, consistently trying to veil who we are in an attempt to create an image that might better be accepted by ourselves and others.
What would happen if we just observed ourselves in all our glory, all our beauty, all our chaos and mistakes? What if we considered for just a moment that we are an embodiment of perfection? What if we stopped interfering for a little while and stopped to admire the beauty of a never touched forest, of a quirky and strange human being, of the version of ourselves only seen by us?
It happened to all of us. You meet someone that brightens up your life every time your eyes fall upon their face. It happened with your mother, then friends, then lovers, more friends, maybe a teacher, a child, sometimes even strangers.
You observe them with wonder and see a light that shines so bright you cannot believe its brilliance. A majestic, Divine flawless light that makes your heart sing in recognition of what you also are. You feel light, childlike around them, supreme, important.
Yet this drunkenness of Divine love is often followed by a pang of soberness. A feeling that we weren't seeing and now we can see. We don't grow sober because we realize their imperfections. We grow sober because we cheapen our love with words. Words that turn into concepts that we put on the other like a cloak of flaws because their brilliance is blinding. Blinding not from the truth but from the lies that we have been telling ourselves. Their brilliance is real, but the cloaks are illusions.
We get uncomfortable with their magnificence because it reminds us of our own. And so we put on our picky, critical cloaks on them, one on top of the other till we can't see their light anymore. And we do it not because they are flawed. But because knowing that we too are flawless around them gives us no space to forget our Divinity. Leaves no more space for the small self we have always identified with. Leaves no more excuses not to love completely, openly, madly and limitlessly the way were created to.
Weam is the founder of Namaste. She had started a very deep and intense spiritual journey at a young age having refused to continue to suffer with the common challenges of her generation: depression, anxiety and being lost. She insisted that there must be more to life than the constant rat race she was in