Uncollected
A beautiful illustration of how each moment in life contributes to the unification of the self.
Collecting the Inner House
I am the bricks of my wholeness. Every experience, like each brick in a house, contributes to the grand architecture that I AM. Each brick holds a fragment of my existence, and every single one is equally indispensable. Even my sorrow and undying grief are my wisdom to keep.
In my understanding, I realize that I am already complete. It is only in separation I can't find myself. And, in my search for my nature, I have collected the treads that, in weaving, illustrated the inherent wholeness of the self.
Children, in their playful moments, create little bubbles with a wand. Each bubble is a perfect, fleeting reflection of a larger whole. Like these bubbles, each experience, each brick, forms a mosaic of interconnected existence. If you observe life with awareness, you will notice existence imitates itself.
Imitation By Tasmiah Chowdhury
In such reflections of my uncollected pieces, I now see the presence of my foundation. Every experience, every joy, and every sorrow is a brick in the house of my being, forming a complete, unified structure- that is my existence.
August, 2024
Meditation
Fractal Meditation
