Disinfecting Viruses In Our Mind

Ho'oponopono. That's the first thought that appeared on my mind when I first saw this image. "Clean and disinfect these viruses with Ho'oponopono cleaning tools", I thought.

Right now, I am feeling confused. My mind is filled with doubts about my ability to get a project going. Can I do it? Do I have the skill to execute it? Meanwhile, I am envious of those who seem to ease themselves effortlessly into similar projects.

Confusion, doubts, envy - all these cloud my clarity. I have been infected by mental viruses. "Ok! These are not you. Only viral programs of the mind that need to be cleaned and deleted." - I tell myself.

I recite and meditate upon the Ho'oponopono prayers:
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
I love you.
Thank you.

Clean. Clean. Clean.
Disinfect. Disinfect. Disinfect.
Let go. Let go. Let go.

I notice the tightness in my abdomen. There are messages of anxiety there. My legs feel weak. The worry and anxiety have worked their way there. Clean. Clean. Clean.

Why is my heart in pain? Where did the sorrow comes from? And the resentment, masked as envy? Clean. Clean. Clean.

My head feels dizzy. I know. I am in a familiar terrain now. I feel the anxiousness in the nervous system. I see the confusion and doubts there. I feel immobilized. Clean. Clean. Clean.

Clean. Clean. Clean.
Disinfect. Disinfect. Disinfect.
Let go. Let go. Let go.

I free up my mind. I free up my body. I free up my heart. I am clear now. I move straight ahead towards my goal.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

(The image above is from my Facebook newsfeed. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!)

The Essence Is At Ease

"Walking is Zen,
Sitting is Zen.
Talking or silent,
Moving, unmoving,
The essence is at ease"
- Osho

What a lovely and meaningful poem! During these turbulent times, all of us have to remind ourselves this: The essence is at ease.

Despite whatever that is happening outside, whatever actions we are doing, whatever stress that we are facing or whatever ugliness of the world is being displayed in front of us, at our deepest core, there is stillness. There we are centered, calm and at ease.

Let's return to our essence.

(I saw the photo above in one of my fb feeds and connected it with Osho's poem. This photo gave me a sense of ease. I don't know who is the photographer though)

Coexistence

One of the wonders I saw this morning at Taman Tun park: on the right is the zumba group (with loud zumba music), and on the left is the qi gong group (with quiet qi gong music). At the background is a huge stretch of mighty, silent rainforest trees. 

All life coexist together - the loud, the fast, the quiet, the slow, the silent and the still. 

Let's embrace and appreciate the diversities of life. 

Bread Dharma

Waiting... 

Life is like this. We put in the right ingredients, in the right proportions, give it a good knead, then we wait; and allow Nature takes it's course. 

Now, while waiting, I am going to do some vegetables. Waiting is good. Later, I am going to punch this dough. In life, we also need to punch a little.

And then, I bake this dough, putting fire into it, for everything to come together. Life is like baking bread.

Bread Dharma 😃

Tofu Brain

When one's brain becomes tofu, you just can't do anything much. Whatever you write becomes bland and white-ish and if you were to try to read a book, you'll read the same paragraph over and over again without understanding much of what you've read. You might try going for facebook, yet all you see are blur-ish posts and your fingers are just scrolling along mindlessly.

Because with a tofu brain, the brain feels heavy, bland, mooshi-whooshi; the silken type. There's nothing I can do, really. So, I sleep. Tofu brain likes this. I fell asleep immediately my head touches the pillow.

I sleep through the sound of husband tipp-tapping on his keyboard.
I sleep through the noise of dripping waters in the kitchen as my cleaner cleans the sink.
I sleep through an orchestra of barking dogs.
I sleep through the choir of neighbours shouting at their dogs.
I sleep through gates opening.
I sleep through gates closing.
A neighbour drives his or her car into the driveway. Which neighbour? Who cares? I sleep through this too.

DING DONG! I woke up. Someone presses the doorbell. It is my son, back from school. I am awake now. I put away the blanket and pillow, have some cookies and juice with son, and start to write.

Brain is back to normal.