The perpetual problem

A few days ago somebody told me in a conversation:


The idea of a person perpetuates itself by coming up with problems.
Without problems there is no need for a someone to come into existence.
Then it is just Life happening.


Its like the seeker who keeps him/herself into existence.
Coming up with one questions after the next.
The identity of the seeker intact by the fact of the search.


Oneness playing hide and seek.

The world is my mirror

"First realize that your world is only 
  a reflection of yourself and stop 
  finding fault with the reflection." 

~ Nisargadatta 

"People do not seem to realize 
 that their opinion of the world 
 is a confession of character." 

~ Emerson

Wind on our cheeks

What is it to be admitted to a museum, to see a myriad of particular things,
compared with being shown some star’s surface, some hard matter in its home! I
stand in awe of my body, this matter to which I am bound has become so strange
to me…Talk of mysteries!–Think of our life in nature,–daily to be shown matter,
to come in contact with it, rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The
actual world! The common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?

~ Henry David Thoreau

Did you notice?

All life appears in its wholeness and entirety at every moment.
 Now is all we got.
 And how ever it appears,  is how it is.
 The dullness,  the aches and pains,  the irritation.

Even exhaustion is effortlessly perceived



Did you notice?