A long strand of spider web is swaying in the balcony and sunshine is traveling along its length. A bee has arrived on the scene from somewhere and starts hovering around it in sunshine. Just then a puppy barks from somewhere below; from the kitchen comes a short sound of pulses thrown in a vessel; and a boy is heard exchanging first greetings of the day with his mother.
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Machine
Believe me, your consciousness can be so differentiated that you can see your existence as just a summation of separate parts of huge machine from 100ft above. The problem is most of the time, we believe that the machine has only one part and not only that we 'become' that part. And the machine no longer exists. Instead, if we go higher, we not only see other machines with their parts but find that all machines become parts of another big machine and so on... And then a time comes when you lose sight of which part you were because all looks the same everywhere. The part I am talking about is your ego and your life story. Believe me, it is not yours, it doesn't exist and you are not living it.