Shunya, “me shunya, te suddha shunya,” the entire concept of purnam adam, purnam idam is discussed. As I was choreographing this, it occurred to me Mr.Gawas, was speaking the speaking the language of the soul. There is the paradox of the spirit.
It is like my character discovered, the self is neither small nor big, but is both at the same time. Our spirit is like a drop in the ocean of spirit energy.
Each of us has a spiritual self that animates our bodies, and infuses our thoughts and feelings. Our languages are limited to the world we know for descriptions of something perhaps cannot be fully comprehended by the human mind. there are so many opposing concepts, all of which exist at the same time, as we harmonize the opposites, and the paradoxes solve we begin to know the wonders of the spirit.
Me purnah, teh purnah, teh mota, me choti, tetchaat me, maajat te, — the self is not small or big but it is both at the same time. Our spirit is like a drop in the ocean of spiritual energy. Although our spirit seems like a small disconnected part of the large whole, it is still made of the same things and can become part of the vast ocean once again. It is as if our spirit occupies our bodies like a tenant and is not bound by the body.
There are times when I look up at the sky and view the stars, I feel small and irrelevant, or when that is followed by a humbleness and understanding that however insignificant we are part of this wonder.
The wonder of the microcosm and macrocosm, that reflects in the atoms and the solar systems. I mean to me atoms have always been miniature solar systems. These build our body making us a universe within a universe. our spirits are ever renewing, our inherited memories, render us, ageless and eternal making us both new and old at the same time.
There are times when I feel our spiritual self is neither small nor big, neither old nor new, it is just our view of the experience of life as good and bad, right and wrong, happy or sad. The understanding and accept of one is necessary to understand and experience the other.
Sometimes the best and worst times of our life can coincide. The soul in all its wisdom discovers the joy in pain.—those moments we long for, and knowing that we’ll never have them again. The beautiful ghosts of our past haunt us and yet we still can’t decide if the pain they cause outweighs the tender moments when they touched our soul. This is the irony of love and life.