| 1 MIN READ | on love & healing
memories turn into objects
some into ringing temple bells
that condense us
into vibrations
pretending to be people
others into invisible orphans
that wait endlessly
in our forgetting
refusing to be forgotten
everything unfinished in our lives
is simply waiting
to be loved
memories turn into objects
so they can break open our hearts
and become our prayers
-x-
This poem arose while doing a healing meditation centered on reconciling with an old and forgotten memory, untying a knot, embracing and releasing it . It reminded me that while the mind may forget, the heart remembers everything.
Ananda Only 
I really liked this — open to interpreting according to one’s consciousness. Thank you, Jane
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Beautifully expressed.
To be truly liberated and set ourselves free
“The knowing”
The “unfinished ” reflects to us the “complete:
“Only the one who has felt thirst will value the quality if water”
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Since memories aren’t just pictures saved in our memory box – but a culmination of perception that’s closely linked with the things going on around you and in your mind – experiencing a similar feeling can bring back memories because those two things are stored together.
It is important to bring happy memories associated with positve events – going to the temple, doing poor feeding & some simple joys of shopping with parents, watching a good movie, circus & enjoying a meal in a resturant. That list will also remain unfinished!
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This is so beautiful. I needed tonight with the horrific news we are bombarded with this week. I wept Thank you so very much Renee Missel
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Always a gift in words Anand. Beautiful words strung. My heart breaks open in prayer!
💕🙏💕
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You found that love in writing this kind sir, that place we touch when it all does feel right. Thank you for the share, finding you within it 😀❤️🙏
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Really hits deep.
Thanks for that!
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This is a beautiful offering, my friend!
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as usual wonderfully expressed.
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The Venerable Nyanaponika Mahathera once told me there’s no such thing as memories, just acts of remembering. That’s a Buddhist perspective consistent with anatta (no-self).
Another way of looking at it is everything is memory, due to the connections between all things going back to the Big Bang and the traces their touches have left upon each other. That’s more consistent with advaita. Atma is Brahma and All is One.
I don’t know if they’re really different and don’t feel I have a stake in either, but one statement that seems wrong-headed to me is “I have memories”. “I am memories” seems more true, but only for certain values of “I”.
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Beautiful, Ananda.
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Great
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serene reading
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Beautiful words. It is in the loving that I heal. If I can open enough to allow it all, it becomes simply the beauty of everything. Thank you for seeing and sharing.
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So beautiful Anand… don’t stop writing 🙂
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As always, great writing, keep writing/ expressing and sharing……..
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Very true !
Mind may forget. Heart remembers everything.
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So beautiful and touching. Thank you Ananda 🙏 These words will stay with me:
“everything unfinished in our lives
is simply waiting
to be loved”
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Wonderful thoughts on “unfinished tasks “.
Heard melodies are sweet and those unheard are sweeter – John Keats
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Beautiful indeed. Mind is practical, but the heart is not. Well done
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Very nice!
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Once something or someone is truly loved, it can be dissolved…
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