We all are bleeding in the fight
We all are fighting tirelessly.
The pity is:
We are all fighting the wrong battle.
The wounds are there.
The blood is there.
The sweat is there.
The tiredness is there.
The battle is wrong.
Conserve your energy,
Train your thoughts,
Discipline your little self.
Time is precious, attention is precious.
To waste time, it is not necessary that you must do something wasteful.
It is enough to just worry.
to the root of the mistake,
without feeling ashamed,
without a great self-image.
Look at yourself laughing,
as one looks at a joker,
at his own jokes.
Now you see
the mother mistake.
Seriousness is the mother mistake.
Don’t take yourself so seriously!
This is happening, that is happening…
But whatsoever is happening is not big enough to trouble you.
That is Samadhi.
Beware the man who thinks he understands.
There is nothing called
There is only one I,
and it cannot be improved upon.
And even if the false I gets improved,
only the false benefits.
How do you get better
by decorating your shadow?
Don’t improve the false,
just disown it.
Was the thing the same before you perceived it?
If yes, why does the thing appear different every time you see it?
Was there a thing at all before you perceived it?
Is spontaneity wonderful?
The spontaneous utterance of a sage is musical,
The spontaneous utterance of a fool is abusive.
Like everything else in life, the value of a thing or action depends squarely on where it is coming from.
If you love, you want to help.
If you want to help, you will have to more clearly know the one who needs to be helped.
When you clearly know the one you want to help, there arises disgust.
That’s the challenge of love: to keep loving the one who provokes revulsion in you.
Isn’t it a spell?
When you are out of it, doesn’t it all look clearly stupid?
Don’t you then curse yourself for being so blindly spellbound?
Obviously stupid it looks, but only after you’re out of it.
Why make basic freedom distant by giving it a fancy name like enlightenment?
When you know
what is going on, then
you are liberated from that which is going on.
It is not given to me to lie still.
The only way to see me still
is to match pace with me.
The Truly spiritual man
is young in action,
and eternally old in realisation.
At the centre,
he is completely still,
like Shiva in mystical stillness.
At the periphery,
he is a lover and a fighter,
like Shiva in existential dance.
What is commitment?
If I am not fit to get what I want,
then it is the ‘I’ that must yield, adjust, disappear.
The want cannot be compromised with. The want must, and will, remain.
It is the want that will shape, discipline and dissolve the I.
Commitment, Devotion, Surrender.
When You are gone,then nothing matters. Body sans Heart.
When You are here, then nothing matters.
We then just casually play.
Will it matter if we win?
Well, not much.
Will it matter if we lose?
Well, not much.
The game is not meant to be won, it is meant to be played. Together.
without leaving your fingerprints
– That’s the mark of
the shrewd criminal,
or the wisest saint.
When you are one with the object of your consciousness, then there is just one entity, neither you nor the world. Both you and the world disappear.
This disappearance is the end of duality and end of consciousness.
A lightness free of consciousness remains, and this is awareness.
If you find yourself stuck with suffering, ask: Is suffering sticking to me? Or am I sticking to suffering?
One sticks to suffering by sticking to the same breakfast, same friends, same cap, same habits.
When everything in life is being kept the same, how can life itself change?
Just reading the Guru helps little.
You’ve to be near.
Physically as you live, you’ve to be physically near.
Even being within the seeing range of the Guru won’t help.
You’ve to be within smelling range of the Guru.
Actually, you’ve to be within slapping range of the Guru.
We have a tremendous potential to suffer and a tremendous resistance to call our situation as suffering.
We name our situation as ambition, hope, desire, duty, passion, love, but never give it the right name:suffering.
We laugh aloud among others, and suffer quietly in our loneliness
Even when you are totally drenched in melancholy,
You are able to cry only because you are still healthy.
The best gift you can give to others is your own freedom.
~ Acharya Prashant@Prashant_Advait