What’s Real, Really?
See if you can get curious, really curious about that space; that one where thought does not color your view of reality. What do you see or sense?
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Asha Patel
Aren’t You Even A Little Bit Tired Of Your Inner Voice?
Watch it then, listen, observe, get really curious. Once I see that none of it is mine, that this noise runs on the borrowed ideas of society or just how much it has to say, about everything… it quietens. Without me yanking hard on the volume control. It. Just. Quietens.
Like An Ache — What Does Life Feel Like?
And as lives come, so do they go -- back into the ether from whence they came. We celebrate one event and mourn the other. We laugh and we cry, we propel ourselves from one end of the vast spectrum of human emotion to the other, seeking the pleasant and averting the pain.
From The Window Seat Of Your Soul: What Would It Take To Not Know?
I am not here to dispel such theories if they exist. Only to suggest that one’s soul is omnipresent and the vastness of space is with us wherever we may go -- including this journey to the Himalayas, a journey that took me over 2,000 kilometres, across six states and via seven modes of transport.
Are The Demons Of Our Dreams Less Real Than Those We Create With Our imaginations?
I ask myself, as the raging customer hollers before me, what if she is not the way I imagine her to be? I ask myself, as the impoverished man sits under his shelter in the cold, what if he is not the way I imagine him to be? I ask myself, as I watch the roar of the wind, what if the world is ...
Let Yourself Be Broken — Within Your Mess Lies Your Freedom.
You want to alleviate the pain. You seek painkillers in the form of distractions, friends, entertainment, or an anesthetizing drink. Of course, it works for a while; the soothing effect of that first gulp of wine, the comforting hug of a loving friend, the joyful escape of a good movie. ...
The Unnecessariness Of Words.
What purpose does language serve if not to lay a path to the place where we really meet, where our souls entwine and share the eternal dance of life itself?