I, my mind, and my body, are above all to me. Wonder anyone would take exception to that! I doubt they are sincere to it, though! I wouldn’t bet on it.

Let’s not bring God in here. God is nearly always abused for an excuse.

Three constituents are put together to make one single entity. The sum total of three – me, my mind, and my body – is what we largely are. Like it or not!

It is in the nature of things (or you may call it Law of Nature) that when there are more than one thing coexist and collaborate with each other, clash and coalesce is frequent and recurrent. Clash and conciliation of interests, fighting and hugging, cursing and kissing and pushing on. That is the way we all are, like it or not!

It is even more so with the wild, brutal, and unruly trio, a sum total of what we are. Accomplishing the task of harmonizing and synchronizing the trio is the toughest challenge humans have faced all through their existence.

The challenge has grown fiercer, even deadlier than ever in the world we are brought up to face.  Our ways, the path they set our feet on, the purpose they invent and shackle our feet with, only adds tooth, claws and horns to the challenge and thus push the trio farther and farther apart, mounting tensions and creating unbridgeable gulf between them.

One might think or give an abrupt reaction, what a load of shit or complete nonsense I’m throwing up in the Linked-In! I’m sorry to say, you are not the first one to say so.

Yes, I and my mind often work like two bitter, irreconcilable neighbors who swallow their grudge and put up collective fight against the burglar breaking into their houses. Once they fight the predator away, they again look dagger at each other.

The body is perfect, holy, sanctum, can’t do wrongs, and yet always find itself on the receiving end. Some Dharma treat the body as temple. I go with them as long as the temple is empty without a God in it.

I and my mind are born discontent, greedy, glutton, nagging bully that more often than not take it out on my body and leave it to bear the brunt of their sheer stupidity and utter recklessness. But, for all practical purposes the body is sovereign. It finds what it needs come hell or high water, and I and my mind together have no way to stop it from getting what it wants.

When and if it is hungry, it hunts out food and digs into anything and everything that it can lay its hand on to kill hunger. It doesn’t fuck around how much calorie, minerals, sugar, protein, iron, salt and all that they contain.

When and if it has the need to empty its bowels, it doesn’t stop to examine how clean and hygienic the washroom is, or if there is a room to defecate at all. It shits anywhere no matter the consequences.

When and if it gets tired and can’t carry on, it crashes out just anywhere. And if it feels the urge to f***k, it doesn’t take heed of me and my mind, it just gets through, takes one as it finds them.

With so many things the body doing all by itself, does it leave anything for me and my mind to catch up on? A pure and simple answer is ‘No’.

But then, I and my mind don’t take it, not for anything. They are made to believe that they are not for nothing. And, to prove their worth, they invent value, purpose, things to do before I die and miles to go before I sleep and so many other absurd things I and my mind together can cook up. They treat body as an object of exploitation, and exploit it until it is crushed by it to its own peril.

I feel no pity for my mind because it is born to be abused. Why would I have brought mind into existence had I ever been happy with the way the body is? Mind may be guilty of complicity, but it pays back heavily.

I needed mind because I is not prepared to accept that the sensory instruments are solely the sacred preserve of the body. It is not prepared to accept that the body acts to serve a purpose that it can’t do without and not for sustained pleasure. I is not prepared to accept that it cannot love a thing, for the body itself is an epitome of love and everything it comes in contact with is nothing but love. The body doesn’t need to own a thing. I is vehemently opposed to it.

I is not prepared to accept that the body can’t be more perfect and it tampers with it only to plunge it into misery. I is not prepared to accept that all bodies no matter how good or bad they look to me are blessed and are unique in their own ways, and foolishly act to drive it on its way or on other ways impressed on it.

I is not prepared to accept that the body knows what to eat and when and thrusts so many things down the throat only to give it pain and to cut its life short.

Mind is a victim and not a villain. It is in complete control of me. There is no power in the whole of universe that can free mind from the clutch of me. The moment I and me are separated, either will cease to exist. Either needs the other to exist and to function. I need mind to store, plan, scheme, think and coerce the body into executing it.

I is perpetrator of mind, and mind is but forced to work in collusion with I against the body. Mind suffers, body suffers and I suffer doubly.

The lesson for what they call happy living is,

1.      Lessen the extent and the degree of I’s interference with the body. Allow body to take its own course.

2.     It is not possible for all to transcend Me and Mind. But it is possible for them to harmonize and synchronize the trio for happy and healthy living.

3.     Try to live the body and not mind. Once you come to terms with it, I and Mind will gradually go behind the curtain.

4.     Keep vigil against Me colluding with Mind

5.     Whenever Mind and Me get engrossed in a thing, focus all your energy on your body.

6.     One may at times feel or sense that allowing body have its way make him difficult to orient himself and he/she feels drifting around without control or sense of direction. It definitely goes that way in the beginning, sooner than later one comes to terms with it and everything becomes so light and natural.

7.     In the whole process, I fight with all its might against new ways. The battle may get so fierce and frightening that you give it up and return to the old ways. Don’t give it up. Remain steadfastly attached to your body.

8.     It may occur to you that there is no meaning to life and no purpose to live since I cannot play with my mind but live at mercy of the tasteless body. Change from old habit to new ways essentially entails some discomfort, some unpleasantness. Once you accustom yourself to the ways of your body, you won’t ever feel the need for me and my Mind.

9.     Social evaluation could be a factor to deter you from going the body way. You are likely to think that what would others think of you or how would they perceive you. May be they think you have gone insane! Caution, once again I and mind are conspiring against you. You are ‘thinking’.

10. Don’t give a shit. Live your body for some time and feel the result.