Real Miracle

People talk about miracles, of how they can or somebody else can perform certain feats, predict future say or see things or heal magically or perform magical feats which are beyond general understanding and we really wonder how is that possible;

I ask them if they have seen the sun rise or felt its warmth? or the moon at night? or ever felt the day transforming into night through dusk and again night into day through dawn? or all the stars in this endless sky? or the rain drops falling? or thought where did all the water traveled before falling in the form of rain or was it even a part of their body once? or thought where does all the variation come in this nature? who has so much creativity that each and every leaf on a tree is different from the rest? where does that sound from the body of a tiny bird comes and where does it disappear? how do all the creatures in this existence manage their lives? how and where do they sleep, eat, mate and even keep themselves entertained? who provides food for the stray dogs?


Isn't it a miracle that what we intake becomes our body after sometime? isn't it a miracle to be born to certain parents in a certain culture and society and at a particular time and space? how did all this got worked out? isn't it a miracle to exist as you do now? to have the thought that you have in your mind now? isn't it miraculous that you read this sitting where ever you are and that we don't know each other almost at all? how come we exist in the first place? take a look around, how come all this exist? this screen, this keyboard, these eyes of which you read, this mind through which you make sense of everything, this language through which we communicate?


Where did all this matter in the universe come from? why are we here specifically on earth? why is our condition like whatever it is now? why do we have pleasure and pain? why do we struggle? why should we win or loose? why do we want something? why are there so many people around on earth? how do I come to believe in this world, this universe or even other countries when I have just seen a fraction of it only with my physical eyes and when rest all is just testimony?


I feel totally mystified seeing these small fleet of marble stairs beneath me, with creatures making sound all around and a bird sleeping above my head, with probably say more than half the people in the country in a state of sleep with no knowledge what's going on in the world. How did I get here? what places me here, specifically here where I am? what places you where you are? what's the connection? what's going on around here actually? and how come some one is aware of all these questions and looking for answers? if we thought of an elephant isn't the size of the space in our thoughts bigger than the size of the elephant? where is that space? how can we conceive all this? even the whole universe? if we don't pay attention to these questions or miracle, do they really exist? where do they exist? where does anything exist- time and space? but if we exist in space where does space exist? where are past and future? where did whatever happened yesterday go? did it really happen or was it a dream? if not then where is it? where is the future? from where will future come and then again disappear? who are we really? Have we ever thought about all this? Not being aware, even that's a miracle.


Indeed this a miraculous ride we are on...