Naked Soul: A perspective
It’s a beautiful thing to have someone
around you, someone who is there for you. In nutshell, someone loves you and
forever. It gives us a strange feeling of victory, assurance and security
against the fear unknowns. It also gives us an opportunity to not only dream
but to live through those dreams as well. Sounds like a fairytale but all we
want is to be naked in front of that someone.
For our comfort or may be a comfortable lie, we often tag it as ‘Naked
Soul’. The very same person makes us gullible and vulnerable too.
But then do we want to appear ‘naked’
in order to see the other person ‘naked’ as well? Is it a perfect barter we are
trying to create?
Does it happen like that?
‘Nakedness’ as they say is an outcome
of trust and faith. Trust and faith, with time even these virtues have lost
their meaning in our being still they remain inseparable and integral part of
all our emotional endeavors. I wonder
sometimes what follows what. Does love creates trust and faith or it’s vice
versa. To be on one side, I chose to
opine that trust and faith create love.
The same virtues propel us to be naked as well. Hence, being naked is no short than being in
love. Rather they have an equal standing.
Trust and faith allows us to see through the obvious. An ‘obvious’ which
is not so visibly obvious. And nakedness epitomizes the whole phenomenon of
trust and faith.
Being part of the herd, or in denial,
or out of respect or may be out of fear or being ‘ignorant’ we consider our
respected self to be completely naked in
front of God. Of all the probable reasons listed above I feel ‘fear’ remains
the most prominent one. The genesis lies in our beleaguered soul dealing with
invincible and supreme figure like God.
Though I have doubts on tagging it as an outcome of love.
As our past or our past lives go,
being in love we always want and collect proofs of its existence. We prefer and
want a more figurative love. We want a hand to hold upon, we want to hear
melodies of love all time and we want to express our love by trying to be sharing
more collectibles and creating memorabilia. Though all of it started with
‘Soul’ rather ‘Naked Soul’ but we often become busy with our new found love
continuously pampering our sensory organs or get busy in our maladies evolving
around it.
Soul; aka the ‘Naked Soul’. Isn’t soul
naked since its origin? And will always be naked. Soul is bereft of any biases,
malice, cunningness, ugliness or beauty of life. Yet it has been placed in the core, central
to every bit of movement we make in our respective life.
The embodiment of our soul is what constitutes
our physical being. Sometimes the covers are fancy and sometimes they are what
they are. But then there is soul; leading from the front, enlightening our
being. It also creates the charisma of self awakening. Soul by any means is the
supreme sensory object we have been blessed with. Or let me put it this way. The supreme has
been there always, each time there is a civilization which comes up and goes into
ruins after a while.
In a more individualistic sense,
through our outer sensory organs we make serious attempts to be naked all the
time. No, I do not mean that all of us are promiscuous but yes as somebody
anonymous said ‘You have to
kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince.’ All this while, our objective remains to be
naked in terms of our soul. We yearn for being naked to the core. But then we
do get affected by popular under currents prevailing in the immediate environment;
an undercurrent of expectations.
Expectations: Another irony of our
life; of our being. To what I believe, Soul does not have expectations. It simply wants to be naked, to be just the
self. Our physical being, the outer shell impregnates our expectations. All in
the name of soul, the irony continues the whole life. All we want is some
beauty to relish in front of our eyes, some melodies to cherish for our ears
and an attractive body to make love with. Incomplete expectations keep infuriating
us, making us angry at times, jealous and what not all in the name of Soul. It
is strange that non stakeholders such as outer sensory organs get to decide on
what our soul wants. How shallow of us to keep ‘servicing’ our physical being
with a defined shelf life to attain something which is immortal. Love is
immortal as they say and so is soul. Is
soul a prisoner of our physical being? Of course, not. But then why do we allow
at times or rather mostly the mortals to reign in the immortals constituents of
our being.
So what does our soul wants or needs?
Soul needs stairs to graduate to the
next level. Soul needs mirror to see her.
Soul needs light to shoo away the darkness. Soul needs rains to wash away the
baggage of sins. Soul needs another soul without any expectations, prejudices,
biases and discrimination.
Soul celebrates its being by being
enlightened and awakened. It dances around being naked.
Your soul is that same sunlight or
rain making me naked.
I am a naked soul in front of your
soul.
©Kay Jay
