Writing is something which stirs my mortal frame and I just thoroughly enjoy it like spring ....
Share with friendsMan is a strange animal, very odd, and the strangeness is that he is never satisfied; discontent is his very soul. He is moving; he is dynamic, he is not static.
Man’s quest for the truth is eternal. It is a long pilgrimage without any beginning. Though it comes to an end, it has no beginning.
No other animal is in search, all other animals are contented as they are. The dog is a dog, and he is not trying to become anything else, there is no becoming.
Man’s quest for the truth is eternal. It is a long pilgrimage without any beginning. Though it comes to an end, it has no beginning.
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty: you do not see that the real is in your home, and you wander from forest to forest listlessly
I would like to say that those shoes are of awareness, and if you also wear the shoes of awareness, your feet will not touch the ground. It is simple, it is not miraculous.
When I walk, my feet don’t touch the ground – but there is nothing miraculous about it. They don’t touch the ground because I always wear shoes.