Let it burn the ashes of what we may know, the whispers of what we may hope, and what we can do. Our habit of doing meddles with the blossoming of presence. Presence fills my heart with incredible silence, the substratum of our being is the silent bliss. Let's witness its poesis; Its dynamic non-becoming. Our thinking is the veil, covering the oceanic flow of grace. Be kind to the fleeting cows, they will settle down to their own place. Be gentle to the terrifying storms, it will return to its kind composure. In absence of trust, mind and heart are separated. One is covered with the mysteries of questions; the clouds of ignorance. Other one remains a witness to ordeals and lies; their impossible possibilities. In the presence of grace, duality of me and other evaporates, like water droplet into the clouds. Be kind to your mind, it longs for the union with the faith. Faith inheres in the cosmic soul of presence. Witness! O Witness Consciou...
You and Me is in search of essence have travelled every path of familiarities. But the essence of essence escapes the imagined cage of perception and conception. Our quest is to fulfill the ego already filled in, like sands in a bowl of memory. We climb the ladder of name to mirror the familiar with its superficial familiarity; Like a family of Narcissus projecting its shadow to fill in the hollowness of its vanity. Behold your hollowness of familiarity and witness the estrangement of the ego. It melts down in contact of love. Its empty space is that silent dwelling place of communion of self and the Truth. The circular dynamics of self is like a cycle of time. It moves but go nowhere. The hope of dawns is buried in the despair of nights. The path of clarity converges into the veil of obscurity. Only unqualified love saves the damnation of essence; rescues it from the scholasticism and profundity. How simple it is to accept what is! Yet, how difficult it is...