Magic is life. Where there is magic, there is life, the two cannot be separated. They shadow each other’s nature, reflect each other faces, centers and moods. The echoes of a word shouted in anger, the warmth left behind by the touch of skin, the traceries of breath, these are all lingering concepts we loosely define as ‘magic’. Continue reading
Darshan is reverence for a higher being. What if comes to my mind often. We perform sadhanas and try to lead a spiritual life. What if we did nothing? And the answer is we will go through life with emptiness in us. Continue reading
Two friends were walking on a pilgrimage. The path was full of thorns and it was very rocky. They were wearing cloth shoes. They had to tread carefully as there were roots, and wet leaves everywhere. It was slippery and the trail was very narrow. Suddenly one of the friends let out a yell of pain. A thorn had gotten into his foot through the thin sole of his slippers. The other friend said that it did not matter as it was only a thorn. The friend asked him to stop and take the thorn out. Continue reading