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Of dots and seeds .... by Sanah
Prompt In the immensity of consciousness, a light appears — a tiny point which moves rapidly and traces shapes, thoughts, and feelings, like a pen writing on paper. And the ink which leaves a trace is memory. You are that tiny point and by your movement the world is ever re-created. Sri Nisargadatta, I Am … Continue reading Eternal Source
A micro-poem by Ben Naga ….
SHOOTING THE BREEZE
Who was it
Installed the installer?
And as for the uninstaller;
Who will uninstall the uninstaller?
Look here, there and everywhere.
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 61
“In the immensity of consciousness, a light appears — a tiny point which moves rapidly and traces shapes, thoughts, and feelings, like a pen writing on paper. And the ink which leaves a trace is memory. You are that tiny point and by your movement the world is ever re-created.”
– Sri Nisargadatta, I Am That
Indira’s return after a break to the Challenge!
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 61
In the immensity of consciousness, a light appears — a tiny point which moves rapidly and traces shapes, thoughts, and feelings, like a pen writing on paper. And the ink which leaves a trace is the memory. You are that tiny point and by your movement, the world is ever re-created.
Sri Nisargadatta, I Am That
Alas!
It eludes me
the immensity of consciousness
again and again
could have
lead me
to a higher plane
Alas!
I am
where I was
when I was born
yearning for my mother’s embrace
now at the end of my journey
yearning for my mother’s embrace
my existence
in between
is a cipher
English translation in Comments section …
तुम कर रहे थे मुर्रव्व्त
हम सोच बैठे मुहब्बत
गलती किसकी है।१।
सोचते हैं भूल जाएँ तुम्हें
पर इस दिल के आगे
चलती किसकी है।२।
सो गया है जहाँ सारा
तेरी यादों में तन्हा रात
जलती किसकी है।३।
ढून्ढ लेते मीत नया पर
दुनिया में सूरत तुझसे
मिलती किसकी है।४।
मायूसी के आलम में
दिल में उम्मीद अमित
पलती किसकी है।५।
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