Early Morning!
It is difficult to point out that exact moment when a distant fuzzy bother starts prodding the Mind, like wanting to prise it open. Like the calm surface of water suddenly un-stilled by a driven wind dancing on its surface. The layers of unconsciousness starts melting rapidly, even as Mind starts to don consciousness.
And now it needs the tangible Body. It starts to transmit the contagion of action, bother and stress into the already tired, bothered and stressed Body. The Body struggles, yearning more of sleep, lusting for some more rest. But the Mind won’t stop. It continues to breach the receding sleep. Cutting off the Body’s entire sense of peace and relaxation.
The Body knows this struggle panning out at each dawn. The Body utterly wanting to wrest the sleep, and the Mind knowing that it needs, by hook or crook, the crutch of the Body.
The Body knows it has to submit unto the supremacy of the Mind, even when it desperately wishes delaying that moment. It almost cries out, and demands stillness and peace, till it has completely bathed in restful freshness, and banished the last of the strands of tiring-ness. The Mind but continues its relentless tapping into its every neuron and synapse, and in turn commanding and summoning the Body parts into action.
Under the constant prick of Mind, the Body pulls out of the bed in act of final surrender. Though it knows it is withering under the constant pressure of round the clock, unceasing, high pace activity demanded of it – at social, moral, physical levels.
It is dreading the approaching day, that will throw it into the chaos – its ride into the day’s’ enterprise, loatheful, despised enterprise of routine and non-routine, of more rote and bit of novelty.
The Body knows it just does not want to take more of this frenzy of daily chaos and another long long day, by whose end will leave it utterly spent, its vitality further ravaged. But the Mind won’t stop. It continues to unleash the illusion at the Body of unrelenting hope, and infinite energy, thus enticing it into constant action.
The helpless Body, tricked by its ‘own’, for now feels the illusionary gush of energy. It's mesmerised hearing ‘its a brand new day’, ‘rise and shine’, and some such delusionary but constantly repeated messages.
Guess the morning is finally here. The surrender of a tired Body, rudely awoken, is complete to the pillage by the Mind in the mesmerising name of possible accomplishment achievement and ambition.
Through the day, the Body slaves to each will, desire and instruction of the Mind.
And now when the day has ended, the Body is tired. Very tired. More tired than it ever was. It ever could be. But the Mind continues to be zestful. And filled with raw energy. It was a successful another day, exploiting the Body, accomplishing some more.
The Body knows, this struggle will continue. Each day! It has to surrender to the will of the Mind. Each day! But it also knows, that the Win will be eventually its. In its final shutdown! And then the Mind will not be able to shake it into any further action. That will be the final submission. Of the Mind. Unto the Body.
Till then, the Body dreams. To just survive. The living.
Cheers,
Cheers,
mg
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