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  Nature and I: A Single Sentiment Nature and I: A Single Sentiment When I Became One with the Garden That moment—when I saw myself flying through the boundless expanse of freedom. That instant—when a thought within me became an inspiration and set a new journey in motion. That day—when I performed my own quiet ceremony of entering the world. That step—when I offered every relationship the gift of love. Those breaths—that quickened as I gazed upon the beauty of the world, while gentle melodies of joy arose within my heart. That awareness—that welcomed life in the material world with a deep smile, an open heart, pure love, and the freedom to be myself. A quiet storm was flowing through my tear-filled eyes. It seemed to be saying: “Go… go… go, you sweet, wild soul! Go— Gather this beautiful garden into your arms.” And I wondered, “Where shall I begin?” My thoughts offered no answer. In silence, I continued watching my own thoughts. And without my knowing it, my presence and the prese...

  Technology: A New Path in My Spiritual Practice When the World Came into My Hands, a New Question Awakened Within Each person lives according to their experiences, actions, and understanding. One person sees beauty in a flower; another pauses to enjoy its fragrance; someone else wants to understand the mystery of its blossoming. The flower is the same, yet each person sees it differently. Our relationships with people, other living beings, and the world also arise from our individual perspectives. Yet beneath these different journeys, I recognize a shared longing: to understand life, to connect with it, and to discover the meaning of our existence. Today, technology holds a special place in my search. The computer has become a path along which I explore the world and try to understand myself. Sometimes a thought makes me pause. Sometimes a question opens a new direction. And sometimes, while writing, I discover a meaning in my own experience that I had not recognized before. A Wi...

Where Do I Stand? Meditations on Time, Presence, and the Void Where do I stand in relation to time? Where do I stand in relation to the present? Where do I stand in relation to existence itself? Beginning with the mystery of Time, moving through the stillness of the Present, and arriving at the vast openness of Shunya, these reflections invite the reader into the oldest inquiry of all: Where am I, while witnessing existence unfold? Where Do I Stand? Meditations on Time, Presence, and the Void Today, a simple question stands before me: Where do I stand? The question seems ordinary, yet the deeper I go, the more mysterious it becomes. At first, I look toward time. The future rushes toward me with unimaginable speed. Possibilities, events, and destinies move toward me. At the same moment, the past retreats into memory, carrying away every experience that once appeared permanent. One stream approaches. Another stream departs. Yet I remain. This raises a profound question: If the future is ...

  When understanding oneself becomes meditation, every step can become a sacred circumambulation and every relationship an opportunity for spiritual companionship. “My Life—A Diwali Every Day” is a personal journey through self-observation, nature, and learning. Here, a burning lamp offers the light of understanding, while an unlit lamp awakens awareness of one’s ignorance. Through this awareness, the moonless night within gradually moves towards a full moon. My Life—A Diwali Every Day I have never been particularly serious about rituals or festivals, whether cultural or religious. Perhaps that is because I have always taken myself seriously—my existence, the questions arising within me, and the journey of understanding my own life. This earnest attention to myself became my natural way of meditation. It continues to carry me through every sphere of life. In every step, I find the fulfillment of a sacred circumambulation; in every moment, the peace of a mantra; in every breath, a s...

  The Woman Who Learned to Look at Life There was a time when I looked at the world to understand life. Today, I look at life to understand myself. The world has not necessarily changed. The trees are still trees, the flowers still bloom in their seasons, and the sky still stretches beyond the reach of my eyes. Yet something within me has changed. I no longer look at beauty merely to admire it. I let beauty enter my awareness, becoming a quiet conversation between my existence and the world around me. Sometimes, I wonder: Am I looking at life, or has life begun to look at itself through me? The Beauty of Being Myself I have never wished to become a perfect woman. Perfection seems too rigid for a life that is constantly learning, changing, laughing, questioning, and discovering. I would rather remain a woman who is alive to her own contradictions. My mind can be mischievous, my heart romantic, my questions endless, and my silence surprisingly deep. I can laugh at the smallest thing ...

The Voice of Death, the Song of Eternal Life How wondrous! The voice of death, the melody of mortality—within it sings the song of eternal life, forever dancing to death’s rhythm. The awareness of death, too, is a natural form of meditation—one that teaches us to live in eternity and, in my experience, opens us to eternal life. How wondrous! But how? I share with you exactly what I experience. Whenever the word “death” enters my thoughts, reaches my ears, or I witness someone’s passing, that very word brings the caravan of passing moments to a halt. It places me firmly in the present and, in my mind, takes me straight to the graveyard. Then a response unfolds: Whatever tension and rigidity have gathered in my body begin to loosen. For me, “death” becomes an inner exercise through which the mind falls silent and settles into a quiet corner of my own existence—now simply a witness. Wow! Even the word “death” becomes a doorway to meditation, through which the music of eternal life begins ...

 The School of Silence: The Politics of Mystery True spirituality alleviates the mind's suffering. Whenever I visit a place of worship, I am confronted with familiar questions: "Who are you?" "Which religion do you follow?" "What is your caste?" "Which country are you from?" Yet, in my entire life, no one has ever asked me the one question that truly matters: "What kind of person are you?" When I moved beyond labels (identities) and turned towards nature, the first surprising thing I realized was this: everything is profoundly alike. Mountains, rivers, trees, birds, stars, and humans are not separate stories; they are different chapters of the same eternal book. That book has only one title: "Mystery" The moment this realization dawned on my consciousness, the page of 'discrimination' quietly vanished from within me. Nature recognizes neither religion nor nationality, nor caste nor social status. It recognizes only...

  A Small Persona The persona itself is the true art. Within me lives a small persona—a woman whose different qualities have learned to share one life. Mischief lives in her mind, romance in her heart, curiosity in her eyes, and quiet detachment in her soul. Together, they give her a way of meeting the world that is entirely her own. My mind is mischievous. It wanders, asks unexpected questions, and sometimes smiles at the seriousness with which I hold an ordinary thought. Its mischief keeps a little childhood alive within me. Even after years of experience, I can still be surprised; I can still laugh at myself. My heart is romantic. It falls in love with small things: a flower opening, the sky's changing colors, the tenderness in someone’s voice. Sometimes a breeze touches my face, and I linger as though someone dear has just arrived. My heart gives these moments room. Through it, the everyday world becomes intimate. My eyes are students. They are still learning how to see. A tree...