I'm wondering do you understand me. Yes, you read my blog and you know about
my life but do you really understand what I am writing here. What I am trying
to do here is to show you something different. Don't look at my finger, but
look where my finger points to. 😏
In this world there so much suffering which is not necessary at all. I'm not talking about suffering of people in Ukraine, Syria or Cuba, that is different, I'm referring of your inner suffering, your agonizing attempts to prove something to others.
The truth is very simple. Your sense of existence is beyond your thoughts and in reality there is no "you" but constant stream of thoughts get your attention and there you go... "you" have been created, out of nothing.
Can anything be created from nothing? It appears that "you" exist but it doesn't mean that is true.
Say it is not true. Have that power and courage, let anything happen just say it is not true! I am not anything and I will never be anything. - Ranjit Maharaj
Have you ever wondered, why do dead people never come back? There are
stories of ghosts but those are stories to frighten small kids. Dead people
are not coming back because there is nothing to come back, they never existed.
You see, this is truth but there is a tremendous resistance accepting this truth and then you suffer. You suffer because you have taken an identity that is not yours, you live your life thinking you are something, so you have feeling of good and bad according to momentary wish of your confused mind.
You search for happiness which is not real happiness. To be happy you don't need anything, the happiness is your inner state, it is your very being. The happiness you search for in this world is a temporary state between two sorrows, not real happiness.
If, for a brief moment, you get these words in the right way, you will feel happy for no reason, that is your true Self.
In the 13th century Persian poet Rumi composed works of mysticism and desire that inspired countless people in his own time and throughout the centuries. His poems expressed the deepest longings of the human heart for its true Self, for that transcendent touch which is the source of this bittersweet universe.
Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight...
In my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the Spirit of Love
The Bittersweet Song by Rumi!!!
In my hallucination
I saw my Beloved's flower garden
In my vertigoIn my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the Spirit of Love
Now I am sober
There is only the hangover
And the memory of love
And only the sorrow
I yearn for happiness
I ask for help
I want mercy
And my Love says
"Look at me and hear me
Because I am here just with that"
I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you
Oh the sweet bitterness
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I too have been covered with thorns
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