One day: in the early morning I walked to the track as the sun infused with the horizon with pinks and reds. In that beauty my being stood like a statue and my heart spoke, 'wow'. I felt a stillness- ' silence', Deep Peaceful Atmosphere around me. But I did not know who I became. I just felt deep love my in being. Then I allowed myself to be lost in creation's love, unconditionally. I wondered at the very life's mystery. I gave myself to love itself. I walked the brave fully painful  path of creation's love with ecstasy and moist being. Then I realized that God comes to us through mystery. To each of us God comes in our own way, according to our nature and habits. Again I realized that nature is my path and the very nature 's creation' is my Guru, because- For me, God is visible in nature.

I see this unique travel with full freedom and stability, for— ~Thoughts explain the grandeur of freedom. ~The flows of emotions teach us poise and naturalness. ~I am getting rid of the imprisonment of every passion and reflection. Today, I realize that the power of thought and the purity of feelings and passions constitute the highest evolutionary force which is born in an impartial being Enjoy your journey

Unique Stillness  T his morning the touch of the cool breeze, by giving the countenance wetness, was bestowing upon it newness along with freshness. The magic of this tender touch was actively engaged in eliciting a unique tune from a profound depth. The sound of my moving step combined with this tune raised a rhythmic symphony. I felt as though every drop of water in my body had come up and settled in the corner of my eyes. The stir on my lips, the contraction of my eyes, the gentle tossing of my head—all began in a most graceful manner. What is happening? Why is it happening so? Though this understanding was lost in ignorance, the ecstatic delight at the sight of the beauty of the world was matchless. Suddenly— This intoxicating moment raised my eyelid and the nature of my breaths changed. When the moments paused, my being too subsided and my existence was swept away by a new stream and the motion of my every breath called, “Oh! Wonderful! Wow! What is going on

Unique Encampment  T he being melts like a candle when it brings itself into relief and takes its stand on the summit of life’s tower; a deep breath contracts existence but expands life. I am a pure illumination with full consciousness of my wakefulness—then what should I say, friends, that we merely exist but that we are pure existence Today how does life feel through a brief glimpse of this yes? The next page is ready to share with you this experience. What should I call those experiences which transpire in moments and which scream in the ecstatic state—which stir my feet into rhythmic motion—yes, what name should I assign to them and how should I define them? What name might I give that period that pauses in the shape of moments and appears in rare glory and splendour? How might I identify it? In that stagnant period, in what colour might I dye the shape of my own identity that it confirms—yes, it is the same, genuine colour. It is not possible to convey through t