The rat found a pinch of turmeric and considered himself a grocer...
How little do i know of myself! A little success and i think i have done it all, understood everything perfectly. A little maya and i think catastrophe has struck and all is lost...
How much ego there is in the soul... if i hear something that i thought of, i feel happy. Imagine! What is great about it at all? God says something and i thought of that too... what is there to be so happy about? He says so many things that i don't think about... and i think so many things that he does not talk about... what is there to be happy about such little things?
How infinite the ego is... how subtle too. The attachment to the costume, the role, the idea, the feeling that yeah i did it... even though the idea is someone else's... the total self-righteousness that comes in with each little bit of success...
This drama is amazing.
Talk talk talk... what value is it? Blog blog blog... what value is it either? Silence.
Actually, experiential silence. Hmmm...
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