Once you wake up to a better knitted reality, βlifeβ becomes maya, an illusion.
We borrowed their syllabus, they borrowed our graduates.
Scientists research vision from eyes, smell from nose, touch from skin, soul from body. Mystics research eyes from vision, nose from smell, skin from touch and body from the soul.
Amongst all these chaos, a bird always chirps. Listen to it.
We belong eternally to the darkness and further eternally to the light.
how can one be humble when existence resides inside him ? how can one not be humble when only existence resides inside him ??