. Silence —- which is my deliverance.
. Nature — which is my guide or Preceptor
. World —- which is my path.
. Individual — which is my feeling and perception.
. Brahma — which is my destination.
All these today prompted me to write a line on my realization of life and I did it.
When the pen of love writes on the page of knowledge, then life is not life but an art, a realization.
= Life is truly lived only, when life loses the consciousness that it is life.
= The true king is he who rules himself.
= To drown oneself in the depth of one’s being is synonymous with swimming. Our existence is a sacred book.