Thoughts

Each breath feels like a sharp arrow striking the heart in longing. Each arrow carries rays of love, peeling away layers of ignorance and intensifying the awakening remembrance of the Beloved.

It seems belittling others* (in any way, including rhetoric and fun) gives more “satisfaction” than one’s own* achievement. Strange!!

Layers of ignorance, surrounded by desires and chaos

“Truth” hurts, it really does - more than anything, even more to accept it

Fear: an inability that destroys the ‘ability’, to some extent, dreams. From a materialistic POV.

Appearances can be deceiving, as can actions, but not sincerity or (good) intentions - both are inconceivable to the eyes (heart) that lack vision but ego. So whom am I deceiving with appearances and actions? And to whom am I being sincere? Isn't it obvious? Yet “I” remains in ignorance.

“Alhamdulillah”—for the realization that led to saying it, for reaching that conclusion, and for the ability to express it.

All of it boils down to "desires", doesn't it? Hope not : )

Thoughts, imagination, happiness 💫 battle again?

“Sanson Ki Mala Pe Simroon Main Pee Ka Naam” * Sanson Ki Mala: breath, the Tasbih (for the sincere one) * Simroon: state of love * Pee Ka Naam: who? “beloved”; who am I then? “lover”; as there cannot be duality, who’s lover? “lower self(shirk)” or “the One(who is absolute)”?; what’s the purpose/destination? to be “beloved”. enough words to shatter the heart that is awake!