Most of the time I think of something or the other.But rarely do I remember when I have spent consciously some time with my very own being.
Things come and pass and hold the centre-stage of mind, create ripples of thoughts but all float away from the self.All the involvements and activities of daily life eventually develop a sheer rootlessness.A rootlessness of being away from the pure voice of the soul.
Mind never stops thinking but it rarely ventures to delve into the soul.Because a glimpse of soul's purity is sufficient to briddle the wondering mind but What is the value of getting all the wealth of the world when we lose our soul laying dormant in the cluttered world.
In silence I become what I am.So let the soul stirring silence sail my mind to a meditative realm to appreciate the rediance of a true living.
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