I envy that butterfly which spends half of its life in a golden cocoon and the other half drinking nectar.I envy that parrot screeching overhead ,speeding to its nightly perch , with the satisfaction of feeding well in the pleasant company of its flock.
Why couldn't I have been born ,like any ,one those brainless , pretty creatures?The brain I have been endowed with is the cause of all my sorrow. The senses and attachments fan them . If only I was that creamy butterfly or that pleasing parrot.
On second thoughts , may be I was one and have graduated or rather demoted to the present position in this birth.
I haven't controlled my senses , nor have I always had good thoughts nor executed my duties sincerely. So definitely I'll be born again. Oh that poor butterfly and that sweet parrot its gaiety is short lived It may become an animal in the next birth and after that a human being .And later graduate to the higher plane of colour or quality or energy , which will also be subject to a eternal cycle.
When will I stop existing totally?Can I ever cease to exist? Stamped, squashed, destroyed and vaporised into nothingness?I doubt it . Something in my bones tells me that I'll keep on circulating as one or the other viz matter, colour , water, energy , air, thoughts and qualities.
Gopala was right when he said,
Never was a time when I did not exist,
Nor you , nor others,
Nor shall all of us cease to be here after !
This is the bitter truth.
I am fed up with this world and the worlds to come.I very much want to cease . Not to exist at all. This tedious inter changing cycle can be terminated only by the one who has created me .
He alone has the power to absorb me and put a full stop to my tiresome journeys.
It is an inclination of will, I am very much looking forward to.
