Let the competition die, only then will the noise fade.
The gallery is built on competition. To become, to win, to be seen, to be better than the other. This becoming is the noise. It never allows silence to enter.
It has been said that when comparison ends, the mind becomes quiet. As long as one is running to be first, the traffic inside can never stop.
In this quietness, two energies are discovered.
One is the courage to be one with the absolute witness. The pure masculine energy. The energy that simply watches. It does not interfere. It does not judge the whispers in the air. It does not bend facts or twist words. It just sees. It is the mountain. Unshaken.
And then there is the strength to feel the flow, to go with the flow. The pure feminine energy. The energy that does not resist. It does not control the inner traffic by force. It allows it to pass. It is the river. It moves, it embraces, it heals.
The noise survives only when one is missing. When only watching is there, it becomes dry. When only flowing is there, it becomes lost.
But when both are together — courage to witness and strength to flow — the competition dies.
No one to compete with. No gallery to impress.
Then a new dimension of morality is born. Not the social morality of success and class, but a morality that is free.
Then the noise fades by itself.
No comments:
Post a Comment