Go back to sleep

A nightingale  in faraway sings a song. I am here, alone. His song crumbles on the ground of my standing. It must be a dream roaring in my ears. He longs for silence and I want to turn into music! Too tired to step out of lonely borders. That is how I become creative. Cycle…

morning with Mooji & stillness

Today, I woke up very early, the last couple of days I am suffering from ear infection. Unlike past when there is a physical restlessness, I did not fall out of stillness, stayed in observing mode. Trusted to what my feelings than what appears the logical steps. It is clearing now, in peaceful state of…