Quote of the day

“The one permanent emotion of the inferior man is fear – fear of the unknown, the complex, the inexplicable. What he wants above everything else is safety.”

– H. L. Mencken

Quote of the day

“The eyes of other people are the eyes that ruin us. If all but myself were blind, I should want neither fine clothes, fine houses, not fine furniture.”

~Benjamin Franklin

Meaningful, yet meaningless.

Brahman, souls and the world are different and eternal, they are at the same time inseparable.

I am material, but I’m not just material. I believe I have a soul, but I’m not just a soul. I am a part of the Supreme, but I’m not the supreme and I’m not just a part of the supreme. All of these things are different, but when considered with respect to me, they are inseparable. They are eternal, but this composition of them- me; I’m not eternal. They are a part of me, but they are not me. I am me, but I am not me. I’m a part of someone; of something else. I’m a continuous cycle of birth and death. I’m a continuous conversion of energy and mass. I’m a being with infinite choices, of infinite possibilities- yet I’m predictable; set in my ways, ruled by my habits, ruled by my fate. I’m a collection of memories, but I’m not just what I remember. I forget things, I want to remember and remember what I wish to forget.

I’m changing, yet I’m constant. I can die, yet I can’t die. I was born, yet I am unborn. I am young, yet I’m ancient. Energy and matter can’t be created, yet it is here. Yet it is in me. And how did it get this consciousness? How can I think? Why can I think? Why are there so many questions without answers? So many problems without solutions? How do we find a relief from our suffering? How do we find peace? How do we find freedom, when we love the chains that binds us, so much?

All this contemplation remains pointless. Yet, why does it feel so important?

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Devoted

Dear one I’ve missed you.

Where was I- you ask?

I was chasing after another dream of mine.

And now victorious, I return back to you-

My one and only love.

Bruised and humbled, but essentially the same.

I hope, I can remain devoted now.

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Home

For so long I’ve only had one single goal.

All I knew how to do- was walk my lonely mountain road.

But from top, now that I have stopped;

I am not quite sure which mountain to pick up next.

Maybe I should rest.

Maybe I should accept that I don’t have to keep climbing anymore.

Maybe you can never find a place you belong, unless you start calling it home.

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