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Rising Sun

Another of those favorite songs, this time by George Harrison. Rising Sun is a very contradictory song in itself. A song that speaks volumes of our capacity to be human and live amidst humans, with the exception that this song applies to those with vision. Just like the sun powers us to see the light daily, wake up with hope and set out on our destinations - work, school, college or play. It is an apt mirror that shines so bright on those that want to possess a crystal clear and transparent vision. That vision which is gifted by the energy of the sun, the limitless sky and helps add significantly to other lives by throwing powerful light on our combined deeds together. Most of the times we do hope and want that the light we throw out on each other is pure and sublime. But then, there are times when unfortunately you curse yourself at having seen daylight.

Many such incidents have happened to me for sure, at work, in the last six months or more. I have encountered a gallery of villains who neither have the eyes to feel for others nor possess the vision to make a significant change to others' lives. More importantly, such people are powered by the energy to destroy. The sun cannot damage; it was created to be good in its own beautiful way - to sustain plant, animal and water kingdom. For those that want to imbibe in themselves the qualities of the sun, have to prepare themselves to open their hearts to love, light and enlightenment. That love we feel for ourselves, to be able to love others and open our hearts to almost every creature that crosses our paths. We have to love ourselves to be a part of this universe; where the sun extends its fruitful and life-sustaining energy to all creatures. How we direct this energy is entirely up to us!

When Harrison talks about being employed on the avenue of sinners and working there till he was near destroyed, I could sense similar experiences at work that I've just had. And he is just so accurate with faithful belief in his own true birth and existence which he feels is powered by the sun that during hard times he owes its roots to the aborning sunrise equating to when he had first stepped into the world from being a mere statistic inside a doctor's case to coming alive having heard the call from the sun. He likes to claim here that the sun had sent him for a purpose, so with the messenger from inner space he tries to root on to that purpose and holds it tight in his life's lessons from many a different life's lessons that he has acquired through the sun - the light that falls upon past deeds of times gone by and that he wants to live to be able to purposefully resolve his current life issues. The awakening - the broad and stretched vision of times gone by and times to come; fall into space with every birth that takes place beneath this sun. How much we make out of our own sunny beings and contribute to the existence of the sun is what we make out of our lives - one way to look at his idea about the Rising Sun. Most Christians world over believe that Jesus signifies the Rising Sun - "the Savior of Mankind". The sun wears a corona, "crown of thorns" or halo, just like Jesus. The Hindus too, at the take off for civilization held and worshiped Sun God as their own prime deity.

And this part of the article is purely mine, and I'd like it to believe to be true. Although Harrison talks of the atmosphere surrounding us to primarily affect how we want the sun to act in our lives; it could be 'here' at the very instant of our own thought and creation - 'there' at the touch of someone's else's creation and thought that we inspire and infuse into our lives to feel the tranquil air or vice-versa - 'nowhere' when in times of darkness the halo suddenly disappears and there is just a crown of thorns or 'everywhere' in the ultimate state of consciousness amidst true and faithful light. But its important to never let go off the halo, we don't want to see the "crown of thorns" for ourselves. The 'Son of Man' is the curse upon Jesus; it is a sin for who we are upon him and upon ourselves. Let there be the halo, for all we pray for daily is to breathe amidst the "Son of God" destined to rule our minds with faith. For myself though, I'd want to stand for my title (and that is not my surname) - "Tranquil Breath". I would want to be able to breathe freely in an atmosphere where the air surrounding me is so pure, so true and so full of light that all I see turns very good. And in this Rising Sun, I feel blessed to be a part of creation.

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