Tag: fear

  • Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Where The Mind Is Without Fear

    Fleeting mind, where are you flying? To the hills of restlessness, or to the dales of calm? To the depths of the oceans hitherto unexplored? Calm thyself, my greatest friend, or may I call you my most formidable foe, in times of unbridled emotional cataclysm?

    A focused mind is a calm mind, a mind which generates great power, enough to set the turbines of the hydroelectric plants into motion, a mind which brings forth the innumerable discoveries which bless mankind.
    Calm thee my friend, like a Zen master, a single ripple sending forth bursts of a sudden thought, to be eclipsed to oblivion by the calm mind.
    Restless mind, focus on your breath, the deep inspiration and expiration, till you become one with the breath; the state of mind called ‘Satori’, where time and tide stand still; the hours pass by into the fathomless deep void.
    The mind, the great tool possessed by humanity, you are not meant to be wasted on the millions of unwanted thoughts that wade through you, the quality of which, either makes life a beautiful paradise, or the abominable Hades akin to Dante’s Hell. Why my friend, my great mind do you send people into the depths of despair, the uncontrolled negative repetitive thoughts creating hitherto unheard of terms like ‘Depression’, ‘Anxiety’, and ‘Suicide’? Restless mind, when you accept things for what they are, instead of trying to change the world to suit your liking, would you not embrace peace?
    Mind like a volcano, why do you not accept the uniqueness of every human being, how would the world look like, if clad in similar colours, with nothing to break the drab monotony. Mind like water, you go with the flow, creating paths where none exist, filling the vacuum which exists, accepting the beauty of every present moment, the beauty in unevenness, and the unevenness in every beautiful form. My mind, when you see reality for what it is, rather than project your hopes and aspirations into the present, do you not distort the nature of reality and the nature of your progress? Mind, when you calm yourself, all thoughts fade away; you bear no angst towards anyone, and neither do the worries of the past nor the fears of the future torment you. You release everything, till there is nothing left to be released; you and the body you occupy then become one. This state of mind achieved by years of meditative practice is what they refer to as enlightenment, where you do not seek approval from others, and do not have to prove anything to anyone; a state where everything becomes effortless, there is no more struggle or strain, just the calm realisation of ones’ self.
    A mind truly without fear, is a mind without expectation or ego, where you cherish every moment for what it is, enjoy every activity for what it is, immerse yourself fully in the task at the moment-what the modern-day Psychologists call the ‘Zone’, … where hours seem like minutes, and time just fades away without much ado… and you remain in the ‘Divine Now.’

  • An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An Imperfect Heavenly Shimmer

    An imperfect heavenly shimmer collapses beyond memories
    A serene sorrow decays into a radiant touch
    A hesitating surprise dissolves in a gilded glaze
    A whispered instant is lost in every secret desire
    An unending wonder of sadness shrouds an unreal world
    Where endless spaces are filled with emptiness
    Obscure fears enclose elusive illusions
    Whilst fate devours cold shadows of dismay
    Peaceful dreams reflect on the mirror of deception
    A hushed enigma unfolds an embezzled prospect
    Scornful glooms swallow every shining longing
    In a perpetual hideous frolic of life and death.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I Forget To Have Fear

    As I forget to have fear
    My desires overwhelm me
    And my passions burn my soul alive
    Until I vanish into the oblivion
    Becoming evanescent
    Nobody can see me
    Nobody can touch me
    What remains of me
    It is only the memory of a part of me
    Which the material world stole from me
    They grabbed only fragments of myself
    Never my whole self
    They wanted to grab insanely pieces of me
    But they never touched my soul
    Being always hidden inside a rose bush full of thorns.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Overrated Fears

    Overrated Fears

    Overrated Fears

    Overrated fears of future declines
    As the darkness gives way to the light
    In a play of highlights and shadows
    In the ambivalence of the unconsciousness
    Whilst the desires dominates the senses
    And my restlessness feeds my fantasies
    I cease to live a present instant
    Because I nullified the time
    Free and insensate, I can release my impulses
    Instinctively I navigate through the deformities of my thoughts
    I feel so close to my naive inspiration
    And I don’t care to please other’s impression
    The nights belong to my poetry
    The nights belong to my dreams
    When my uncontrolled feelings fiercely flow
    Like a wild rushing waterfall
    Sweeping away all my fears
    And chasing all my dreams
    As soon as they become absurd, chimaeras
    Whilst they materialise in the sublimity of chaos.
    Esther Racah

  • Waiting The Night

    Waiting The Night

    Waiting The Night

    Waiting the night with its dark awareness
    The fog descends, dimming the lights and colours
    Restless is my mind wandering in the abstraction
    A whirlpool of nightmares entraps me
    Bound with all disquiet and eagerness
    My mood swings like the several shades of the sky
    Infinite is the darkness keeping majestic secrets
    Hollow is my soul as I lose myself in the wilderness of sorrow
    More than ever, I can rely on my senses of chaos and fear
    Not at all aware of my blank destiny
    Hopes and dreams fade away at the sight of consciousness
    Life is abstractly away like a gleaming star in the universe
    I persist in becoming who I can be
    I persevere in fleeing my obligations and duties
    My soul is dark as the deepest night
    My mind is a victim of a cruel bewilderment
    Floating in the sea of the uncertainty
    I strive to survive, anchoring myself to the beauty of art.
    Esther Racah

  • The Fragility Of Life

    The Fragility Of Life

    The Fragility Of Life

    The fragility of life is like scattered fragments of memories
    My mind is lost in the obliviousness, and I become immaterial
    I find my haven in solitude and wilderness
    I remain bewildered because of the anguishes I endure
    Fears become my constant companions
    Loneliness can sometimes be arduous
    Loneliness can sometimes be a choice
    Life is like a candle flame that will be extinguished
    Everything perishes, and dreams become mere illusions
    Derealization can be a way to connect with my true self
    Sometimes knowledge can be a regression
    Passions enslave and love decays
    Sincerity can deceive, and insolence can empower
    Boldness can be frailty, and idiocy can be mistaken for talent
    Banality can be mistaken for wisdom
    It isn’t worth following the fads
    Awards and praises will not come from it.
    Esther Racah

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