The silence is the very space of being

Many flowers, but one field

The thought of me is not me. No individual here. The me, the I that "I" intuit is Pure Silence, Pure Spirit. Being, Awareness, Silence, truth, Space, Who am I, Nothingness, The self, Samadhi, I am that I am, Essence of Reality...

There is nothing more than this, And the mystery of this movie called life.

I have now nothing left except “wow!” I also glance at my present state—for which life has become a persuasion, a departure of a pleasant silence—where my fluttering feelings and passions have become pacified and my rare, unique sentiment leaps and bounds in full contentment along with my moving breaths. In these moments I find the blossoming of the thoughts ..

I see a small ray passing through a calm window along with dark covers that have concealed righteousness. Today, they are falling off and the melodious tune of feelings and passions, along with the rhythm of awareness, takes the shape of a new melody. The vibration of these words teaches how to fly in the sky of life.

Today, through the window of contentment, I see the helplessness of mine, a useless and pitiable plight. All my aspirations, caught in the grip of helplessness and despair, remained not only a mere burden on me, but a state of extreme horror one feels when encountered with a ferocious wild beast.