DEMOLITION

He Destroys!!

So much of life is a buildup of one’s Identity; as a father, as a child, as a boss, as an employee, athlete, achiever, soldier, administrator, owner, giver, negotiator, arbitrator, professional, preacher, spouse, lover and millions of other buttons that define one’s identity.

Lifetimes are spent in collecting, displaying and believing hordes of documents and learning degrees and riches and wealth and property and information that support the buildup of this great I-dentity; all trying to give definition to a soap bubble in the air, whose only identity actually is oneness with It All.

The Bubble wears garbs of religion, riches, wisdom, intellect, strength and skill. Could that possibly be why someone coined the word ‘garbage’?

The built-up apparition is visible mostly to the Bubble itself. It usually fills the Bubble with a degree of arrogance; the arrogance of the achiever, of the wealthy, of the knowledgeable, of the strong, of the powerful, of the pious, of the charitable, of the preachers and practitioners of love and giving and care, of the self-estimation of superiority in any such sphere and the resultant contempt for other bubbles.

Ah, the constant need to be doing and making and collecting and achieving! The derision towards one who would stand idle and wonder!

Indeed, wondrous are the ways of God! The breeze of arrogance carries the Bubble farther and farther away from mother earth, terra firma, reality, life and death, God himself.

Then?

A little prick, a gentle swish, one of the countless small obstacles that the most grandiose plans always overlook - health, timing, age, secrets, mood, nature, anything - and the Bubble bursts. Whither the trappings of wealth, power, piety, and strength? Where the wisdom, skill or achievements? One ‘wrong’ circumstance, and the I-I-dentity stands naked before the world, open to ridicule and contempt.

The end?

No! The Builder demolishes, only to build anew! The Bubble loses identity, and is faced with a chance to build afresh; with arrogance or without, with deception or without, with contempt or without, with the One or without. Witnesses to the Demolition also face the same choices; to sympathize or to hold in contempt, to forgive or to condemn, to look back in despair or to look forward with hope.

Fear not, little bubble! This time round, we will leave the external trappings alone. We shall fill ourselves from the inside with love and god and thanks and wonder and caring and tolerance and forgiveness and remembrance and serenity and delight. The Surgeon wielded the knife with great love and care, only the malignant tissue was removed; in time, what remains will be restored to good health and the fading scars will remind one not of the cancer that was inside but of the Master who operated.

When the bubble bursts this time, it may exude a fragrance that enchants.

Demolition; it brings us face to face with the illusion of reality. Must we die to see the truth? Can we not die before Death finally takes us away, and greet each new day as a rebirth, a second chance, a wondrous gift? Can we get so used to this death in life that we welcome it as surrender and dissolution? One.

Mitti.

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