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He is stepping out All of humanity behind Earthly Hangover setting in He steps in on the spaceship Spaceship of his mind He closes his eyes Art by Olly's:  www.oshou.co There is nothing to worry about There is nothing left There is no one to call to There is no one to remember There is everyone to miss He closes his eyes He breathes heavy The thoughts come swirling The memories they cry They rule They tell him They control him He gives up It is when he knows he is flying He is lifted up Suddenly a peace carries him Heaviness it disappears A peace like nothing before He is amazed Its heavenly And at once He is blown Thrifted upwards suddenly Taken above Flying at an ever growing speed Pulled upwards In the kaledoscope of changing Space and time they dissolve He looks around Ladders that seem endless Visions he never saw before Elevators that keep passing Screaming with voices that are no...

July, 2018 - Himachal Pradesh I forgot I forgot how long  I forgot where and when  But I was staring  In the roar of the river's flow  Maybe I was floating  Asleep, Unconscious, or Dreaming  That’s when I woke up  It was cold, but I was struggling Fighting to breathe Heat suddenly rising within me To swim  To survive  To find out where I am  I am flowing along the current  Suddenly the life force kicks me up  Like the flowing water  Sometimes we forget  We think that we are the rocks  Pressed by the overall existence  But but  We are not a rock  We are meant to be rivers  Waiting to join the ocean  Drops to be Whole again! 

The life of a spiritual man. Life starts with a spark. He lights up an incense. Photograph by Enache Georgiana There is a slight hesitation. There is a fight in that brief stance. Coldness of the incense up against the purposeful burn. The stillness has to stir. The winner is already decided. It only takes seconds for it to pick up.  Acceptance unfolds. Clouds of smoke slowly dissolve into the air. It always burns up, the air. Morning wakes you slow. You only have a subtle moment where you know whether you have woken up.  His time starts with a burning incense. For him it has to burn, it has to dissolve. Find its way and join the rest of world. Whether it is his Love. His happiness. His sorrow. His stillness. His restlessness. There is no purpose. Only celebration. Submission. The fragrance fills the room. You witness life. In the glowing incense. The air that fills. There is no purpose. Only Celebration. Celebration of ...

Sensitivity is the key. Spiritual Sensitivity. Picture Credit: Dear friend, Bipasha To be able to listen to the rain. To be able to watch the birds fly. To be able to see the flowers radiate. To be able to see the smiles in people. To be filled with the music of the whole existense. I am not talking about the sensory sensitivity. In fact sensitivity comes from being able to listen to the silence. Silence so deep, that even a drop of a rain moves you. Even the flutter of the wings lifts you. The flowers they fill you with joy. And the smiles in people fill you with love. After all, whats the point? Whats the point of asking for only a handful when you can get everything. Actually it is not about asking. It is about listening to what cannot be heard. Of what cannot be seen. Going beyond. Questioning everything. Why are we actually here again? So what do you think is worth living for?