Thoughts from walks at dawn January 2025

A collection of writings jotted down over a chai and malpa ( sort of a flat donut ) at Sangas chai shop in ancient Panauti.

Where does one goes to seek happiness

For change is perpetual and we grow tired of all material things as they grow old and shabby. What can one do to be happy. As all actions cease and we still remain. The secret is to be happy as one is in the joy of each breath. Times in this life will cause us to laugh and cry, frown and smile. If one rises and falls as a particle in a wave we will realise all are part of the same sea and cease to be controlled by what we see so believe.

How can one capture the words to use so express who we truly are. For letters do not , cannot convey the incalculable reason for our being. It is like trying to catch a shadow and make it talk. The presence is known and always there, regardless of a light. God is present and all are aware, that is what life is. A gift given to learn through existence.

As one walks begin to feel that which we radiate, sense the waves rippling out thus how our being lands on all which pass. Know the effect by accepting the wake which resonates back . Even in a desert we know who we are, as do all the unseen. For we are not the physical presence that lives and dies. That is why the conception is so unlikely, neigh impossible for man to create life in actual reality. The only I am is I. Lose the ego arrogant, grasping fool garments. Tread one’s path in gratitude of being. Now it is I see I am all that I be and so are thee.

I am here and I always have been. The illusion of life is a distraction. A pleasant one for me as I know I am part of all thee. Part of God given life to known and learn what is right and wrong so live for this time here in Earths embrace in existence song.

Each interaction is emotional bouncing off all present. To carry the baggage of the past is an error and a dangerous illusion shadow to walk with. It clouds the present and fouls the truth of who one is.

My mind shuttles new thoughts into view and also tells them to go away. The paradox is both are the same cackling face of illusional existence created by perceptions drawn from the experiences believed to have gained.

The heart is an atom of the heart of life, a part of Shivas heart, the presence that is thus the reality we call life.

What a waltz it is this play I watch and seem to be involved in. One needs only to cease identifying with the character on the screen and be the constant vastness that is and cannot be physically witnessed seen.

One can never be late just on time to the effect one has chosen to create

Yours words are the speech one has decided to deliver and live with as your cloths worn

All our actions generate the physical presence seen to be thus perceived as me

We all have our ways. Do not deny them. Own them and cast out the manners that sour the soul

Why do you pray

Does one pray to live, be successful and avoid ills

It is to repent and pave thy way before death

Are you seeking peace from actions taken that ache the heart

When the knee is taken is there honesty and truth in the words spoken

The time it is that people offer homage to the spirit that gave life and cannot be known, is the one time our thoughts in mind are pure and kind. Kind to one and all that is. All other prayers are of the mind dreams desires

Who am I

The questioner, no that is not I

Perceptions made by thoughts so brave, no that is not I

Acts of love spontaneous from nature not contrived nor based on animal drives, now I glimpse I

The moment of silence that had a golden light unseen, yes at that instant the I that is was laughing in bliss, coaxing one to come alive to that which is.

Discard the shrouds of fear, hate, want, arrogance and lethargy to rise as the spirit eternal that is within thee

We are the vibe one generates.

Each time we shun, close off communication, is a window shuttered in our ability to see the light.

Acceptance is a wondrous gift bringing total peace.

The path walked is yours to tread.

Do not take the route of allegiance to what someone says.

Stride free of illusions cry to move in union with all life as it is one with I

What beauty it is to be alive, yet there is brilliance when ending this life

As then it is one rejoins the pantheon beyond then skies, to begin another journey which is being planned now due to how one acted here in this life.

People grasp at karma and fate

But what is real beyond death.

Is the reality that simple is.

Our part in it is as it is

Live in harmony not in hate. When you deride due to minds teachings one is as a character trapped in a play of thoughts creation. Walking free of prejudices is in deed a beautiful peaceful tranquil existence. What the eye sees is not real. That which lies within is reality

One over three is perfection 1/3 called a third, one is of three

For decimalisation it is as a circles sides, infinite. That is its closest answer

Change is imperceptible by the day, yet the moments of loved ones departures and the cry of the new born always punctuate the air, as a stone strikes the lake these ripples will vanish into the whole, to not even be remembered once decades and centuries have passed.

All occurrences happen in the present and their memory and effect cannot and will not last past the life of those whom felt the vibration stirred into view

Our realities are as transient as an exhale on a frosty morn, seen for the moment of then, then to disappear seemingly to have never been here at all.