En’tracte: The pause

These customised pieces of art put together to talk of complete surrender to The Force. Before we prod you to sample and then own these beauties here is some food for thought.
Ever wondered what happens if one gets caught in an infinite loop of alternating random thoughts and cognizance!?! That is, what the world today calls the classic stress of stress?

On a lighter note, the only stress in life in the corona times should either stem from low phone battery or having no wi-fi. Yet with our hyper-active and over-thinking minds, we are gradually transforming into chronic insomniacs. The never-ending process of thought has been interpreted as the ongoing dance of Krishna and the gopis. The gopis won’t ever stop dancing in mirth, but it’s Krishna who is the consciousness, the pause between the mindless thoughts. Accepting to live this very interlude without asking any questions is our only redemption. The only scenario where surrendering does not imply accepting defeat.

This perceptive paradox about us trying to hopelessly achieve the ever-elusive awareness that ultimately resides right there within us is what we must acknowledge through surrendering? submitting ourselves to Him. And it is this very idea that our unique designs represent. Just as the incense fumes allow themselves to infuse with the air without caring about their identity, yet their fragrance tells of their being? just as the flame lets the wind sway it’s vigour, never once questioning its fate? so should we give in to the trance of losing ourselves in the life He plans out for us, trusting it will all turn out the way it has to?

Learn to be a tabula-rasa, embrace the beautiful broad spectrum of the human experience, so that it truly enriches our essence and transforms our stories into stellar blockbusters. And while we let Him guide us to our respective toils, we can breathe during the Entr’acte and introspect on the perceptive excerpts of this meaningful verse by Yunus Emre
“Ask those who know,
what’s this soul within the flesh?
…The world won’t last.
What are You? What am I?”