Thoughts....glorious beautiful wispy realities of the mind

As I sit in the office listening to a song, it triggers a portal into my past, I have read that a sound or especially a smell (the olfactory sense is one of the strongest trigger of memory) has the ability to trigger a particular memory.....as per yogic parlance there is no past for a man of wisdom......the sage is like a river.......no two times is he/she the same.......the sound triggered a particular rhythm I was familiar with......... I could feel my consciousness travel effortlessly through the past as clearly as I was living it......making me realise the potential of the brain to store memories......every thought described here refers to a particular shade of mind and I could feel it vividly......the mind had the ability to relive my past.....any past.....my habits .....any habits....my karma....any karma....making me realize the sacredness of every moment.......the holy presence of each second......described below is the flow....of consciousness.....it can make sense to the one who can induce the same trigger in his psyche as he/she goes through the passage...... The girl with the small backpack…….the teacher who makes me feel special by her honeyed words……the joy of seeing my mother coming to the school gates to pick me up………her forehead glistening with beads of pearly sweat…….the day extending to comfort as she lifts me to enquire whether the other children have been horrid………the school corridors which see many an adolescent fights …….cronies huddling together to decide what should be played in the PT period…….the excitement as the hour of play approached…….the pain of being judged by exams...…Falling asleep to endure the hour long journey to my alma mater, waking up seconds before the bus reached the college….the unlit corner at the back of the canteen on Thursdays where dreams would light up the chessboard……the trip to Moonar where the heart was given away at first sight…..the cold hands of reason and prudence which taught patience to a heart…….the dreary existence in artificially lit corridors killing the soul one day at a time…..the luncheon which would never end……..the clock striking 5 which would unleash the tethered beast, my mind…….the weight of existence every morning as the bus drew nearer to the office……..the exhilaration of realizing that understanding and love of a person, given by choice outweighs petty silver………the trepidation in unveiling……….hope outweighing fear…….the disconnect…...…the understanding that it’s easy to buy sex but not love and respect……the ability to not hate even when logic dictates otherwise………the question of existence once more….ever teasing……..the faith morphing into belief…..in myself…….the joy of realizing I am the architect……good or bad , I have to love my construct…….no more fate shall be allowed to intervene………she needs my guiding hand……..the joy of unfettering the hidden embers……..the expectations surpassing the ability……….the humility which urges me to know more……..the will to play the game and best it………..first lesson: rejection………second lesson: acceptance………third lesson: detachment…….4th lesson: motivation…..with no causation……..5th lesson: Stop, reflect, change direction …..last lesson :Patience……. Months of endurance………doors open………..are they real?...........New people….new lessons……..the mind has to understand to let go……..different techniques are tried………some work , some don’t……………surrender to the greatest healer…time………remember the one who has always existed within…..no more anger……..everything melts into joy……….the golden fetter is visible again…..things which have been underneath resurface…….this time I learn……..the joy of existence visible at last………experience, my master has taught me well……..the swan song………unlocking the past…….as it glides into the present…….chiding me for not recognizing its trickery……..laying about its patterns for me to see………karma……..am I yours?............