The art of idling or the art of doing nothing is something I have perfected over time. I haven’t worked for over five years, spent most of my time either traveling or being at home with myself, with the luxury of silence. Now that my servants have left and I have gotten rid of the last thorn in my flesh, the atmosphere of my house seems more tranquil and energized. The last shreds of the past have been done away with. The memory of my long lost father has been removed. I find deep peace and joy within myself and in my heart.
The winter is still on and I am enjoying the morning it even rains at times in the evening, my writing has gone quiet and all I do every day is contemplate, contemplate and contemplate. The drawing-room sofa is my best friend as my bed was destroyed by termites years back. I feel like being at home in Delhi now that I have got peace in my life. But my writing has slowed down, its as if I am waiting for things to happen to me.
I truly am doing nothing, nothing at all just listening to time pass youtube videos and old OSHO talks. But the fun part is there is no one to tell me that I should do something, and in doing nothing is where my actual peace lies. The art of total relaxation, where you know all that is, is and all that is what it should be.
Days bleed into months and months into seasons all passes as if nothing has happened, lazy days and lazy nights al is one and one is all. I sit in my hollow and empty existence just staring at the emptiness and a blank echo. I do nothing yet it happens as if on it’s own, my not doing actually makes it happen, life it keeps moving nothing is to be done no effort any pain and no strain.
Yes, I am perfecting the art of doing nothing, the art of non-doing and doing through non-doing.
