Joy beyond the senses

Every sense provides some level of joy. Every habit some benefit. When I ignore the limited and go beyond, there is incredible joy. There is maturity. There is wisdom. There is self respect. When I see beauty or hear a melody or taste sweetness or smell fragrance of feel softness...there is a charm in it. A feel good factor. It is just the packaging. Its just the container.

The content is meaning. It is true value. Once I have seen through the packaging, I can acknowledge its true worth because I am not limited by it. I am free.

Imagine a point

A tiny tiny tiny point. As small as can be imagined... and then much smaller still.

If you compare the size of the human body with the vast expanse of the universe... kind of relates to the size of the soul with respect to the size of the body... but of course that's not true... the soul is non material...

How small I am! If the soul had eyes, I would see protons/neutrons and what have you as gigantic suns... with the electrons forming giant solar system around it...

And yet I control this massive kingdom which is highly interconnected with passageways and roadways carrying information, energy, food, oxygen, waste...with trillions of living cells participating in the functioning of the kingdom.

When the king is upset, the kingdom is upset. Storms rage. When the king is pleased, the kingdom is pleased. Imagine! This tiny little thingy... what a powerhouse! The ruler of matter.

And then of course, that sweet point. The sweetest one. Absolutely adorable. Just benevolent. Nothing but love. Totally pure hearted. The one who holds an ocean of all virtues within... a m a z i n g!

The magic factor

What would you feel if someone else does all the work and praise is showered upon you?

What would you feel if in spite of all your protests and redirecting attention to the source, the praise comes back with even more generosity towards you?

What would you feel when the hidden server lovingly smiles with satisfaction at the scene...

The master is at work... and the puppet is on the stage. And everyone is enjoying the puppetry.

Baba you are not just the teacher. Not just the friend nor just the guide. You are everything! I know why we all got so confused about you. Whatever we spoke about you was true and false at the same time. You did do all the things we claimed, but we just stayed at a gross level and never did understand you... you are so beautiful. You are magic!