Is there a point to it all

Is there a point in falling in love; In dancing in the rain; In singing with the birds; In feeling unity or diversity or indifference towards anything or everything; Is there a point in providing a month load of grains, so as to absolve our own conscience, to a person who has lost it all;…

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To float and flow, Let go

To float and flow, Let go; To experience the magic present all around, Let go; To cease seeking control over it all, Let go; To listen to the melody of the Universe, Let go; To break free from the clutches of the mind, Let go; To witness the oneness in all that’s dual, Let go;…

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I am a mere instrument, the music is his

Dancing within and without; there are times, when I do mistake the dance to be mine With inflated ego, I go round and round; being it all. both the dancer and the dance; In those moments of seeking and enjoying fame, little do I remember the privilege that comes attached to the “I”; The privilege of being…

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Am I not

Am I not another page in your book; Am I not another expression of your whimsical desires; Am I not another outcome of the eternal play at large; Am I not another identity-less one, jumping around in false illusion I make my own; Am I not another form of the formless, bought to life for…

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I Am

In the wind blowing by, rustling up the leaves, blowing up the hair, brushing off the face; I AM; In each droplet of rain, be it the first or the last, falling angrily with thunder or calmly with a breeze; I AM; In each emotion being expressed fully or not; I AM; In the first…

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The Monologue

Character: Self Audience: Self/The Universe Setting: Standing at the edge of a cliff in the Himalayas Objective: To seek and to be Standing here, yet again I think of jumping. But into what, I know not. Haven’t I jumped multiple times already. Can it be more uncertain that it already is. I am not even…

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Dance to thy tune: Find thy song

O’ Friend Thou are the infinite, the whole, one with the creator and the creation; What makes thee think there isn’t a purpose to thy existence, O’ Friend, when even a machine carries no extra parts; What makes thee think of thyself as an unneeded part in this universal machine; Shed off the eons of…

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