The Self

I couldn’t live with myself any longer. And in this a question arose without an answer: who is the ‘I’ that cannot live with the self? What is the self? I felt drawn into a void! I didn’t know at the time that what really happened was the mind-made self, with its heaviness, its problems, that lives between the unsatisfying past and the fearful future, collapsed. It dissolved. The next morning I woke up and everything was so peaceful. The peace was there because there was no self. Just a sense of presence or “beingness,” just observing and watching.

-Eckhart Tolle's Enlightenment moment

Glass House

As I write this, I am writing a story. On the page to you; from the page to me. I am not editing this passage and that too is another story…

Keep with me here

So right now, you too are writing a story. You are reading the story, of my story, creating another story in your life. It’s the thousands of mirrors which you see when you look into multiple mirrors. Everyone is reading and writing a story; the infinite epic.

Crying Heart

the heart is right to cry
even when the smallest drop of light,
of love,
is taken away.
perhaps you may kick, moan, scream
in a dignified
silence,
but you are so right to do so 
in any fashion
until god returns
to you

~Hafiz

Sparknotes

Turn off the light

Your eyes will adjust to the dark. 

Get an injury

Your body will heal the wound. 

Meditate

Your practice will quiet the mind.

Be conscious 

Your spirit will be set free.