Of what avail is it if we can travel to the moon,
If we cannot cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves.
This is the most important of all journeys
And without it, all the rest are useless.

 -Thomas Merton

It s just extremely difficult to break away from the past, from fixed ideas of grannies, firm beliefs of the household, society's ever-changing morals...to be contd...

before conception

Where was i Before I was born?? Iam thinking about myself, my life, my family, my friends. But I wasnt thinking about these things before i gained "consciousness" or whatever u may like to call it.

So where was I b4 i got "conscious". Is it the same place "I"ll  go after death?

Death, the only fascination thats keeping me alive.The whole mystery surrounding it. There is death happening all around and we continue as if it cannot touch us. 

Planning things years ahead. Hahaha. What a cosmic joke. 

time

The time that is spent in trying to grasp the "meaning of life" is time gone from experiencing  the PRESENT time. The only reality.

wonder

We wonder, about the vastness of the universe, the diversity of nature, the whole time space paradigm, evolution, inventions, child's laughter, azure sky, politician's inefficiency, etc etc. 

All this is the "Seen". 

But the seen is only as far as the Seer is there. 

No you, No first paragraph. 

So Who are you??

Maya was here

Words not required to express. I jus KNOW. Thanks.

tc.

nothing

ok..here iam watching myself ...watching my thoughts, watching my silly behaviour, watching my anger,  jealousy, insecurity, elatedness, judgementalness..etc ...wow... wat a blockbuster movie huh? every minute of my life. All free of cost re...:P. so now..if Iam watching myself.. then which is the true ME?? Or is this how things R?. Always been, will be??

Ok fine. Everything`s illusion...try saying that when u suffer in cancerous pain. Try sayin that when u havent seen food for days. When ur roof gets blown away in a  cyclone.

Yes,Can say all that, when I KNOW...(not intellectually) but as a living truth from the depth of my being that ..... cannot be explained. can only be felt. 

All this written matter is just food for the intellect. 

The deep bliss thats occasionally glimpsed, Nothing can describe it. That timeless space thats caught in between work.what a blessing. Thanks.