I came across a couplet in the epitah of N N Pillai, while scanning through you tube videos recently. Words from those couplet are echoing in me: Did the world create me, or did I create the world in myself?
I have heard, and read, from many spiritual sources that the world that I live in is Maya, a great illusion. But that is hardly convincing because I am experiencing it; I refuse to believe that what I am experiencing is not real.
If the pleasure and pain, the day and night, the heat and cold, the birth and death, the win and loss are not real, then what is real? If colours of rainbow, heights of mountain, depth of ocean, are not real, , then what is real? If warmth of summer, cool breeze of winter, drops of drizzles are not real, then what is real?
I believe that the world around is real, and the Self that experiencing these is also real; denial amounts to denial of my own existence and any related thoughts thereof.
What I find is, the mind is a deceptively simple but deviously complex device. Self in me is almost led to believe that the whole world is created for me! It makes me believe that everything and everyone in the world is created for me! and in the process of controlling everything and everyone, I loose the precious moment NOW, and it is lost for ever.
Let the sun rise or set, let the clouds come or go, oh my mind, stop your interpretations for a moment; let me see the world in its full glory!