Life, recycled, eternally....

Life is an eternal cycle, its process thus of eternal recycling, as life is recycled eternally.... A process of eternal conservation of soul it is, moving through eternity, undergoing infinite transformations, so as to realize the infinite essence that it is.... In bodily form, with the unique combination of a unique mind to go with it, when the body goes with the mind, disconnected from the sense of the essence, nothing seems to go right, as we then embody not the soul but the mind. It is a superficial living, spending of life, bereft of the sensitivity and sensibility of the essence, and we complain of being taken for a ride by life. How and what else can it be, when we cycle but the limbs are not our own...when we move yet the direction is not known...when we move yet, know not why we do...when we move chained to the fetters of “shoulds” even though the movement doesn’t feel true?

But life, ever-affirming, its purpose, to lead us to our origin, which is our destination final, keeps cycling, untiringly, the soul transforming, from lifetimes to lifetimes, and presents with recurrent repetitions, as petitions to change our response, evolve them. And it is not only through lifetimes that repetitions appear, but, in, as and through the times of a given lifetime, too—this, an earnest introspection would clearly speak out as, as are retrieved incidents and evolved take on them from the recycle bin of memory, irrespective of how long they have been lounging there. So long we keep repeating the same choices, the ones which are inverse to the essence of life, detrimental to our purpose, life, keeps repeating the representations.... Thus, the cycle of life.... Hence, the repetitions....

As, en masse, humanity is being awakened to the indispensability of recycling, of preserving and conserving the resources, so as to utilize and honor them, to make them available to all, and keep them available for posterity, the process of life, in, as and through human form is a lesson in why and how life is cycled, eternally, and life is thus eternally recycled to realize its fullest potential and purpose, unchained fully, flowing as the essential essence completely.

Sushmita Mukherjee,

April 4, 2014