I had woken to recognize that I am home to everything, and no borders exist between what can be conceived and achieved.
The form and formless know of themselves when into a human they blend. The answer to what ‘I am’ beyond these two still remains to be experienced in its truth, yet the faith that I am being pulled into its direction gives freedom from worry. The calling is strong, hinting to look at what has been right here and not perceived. As days go by, the ever-accessible silence to which I connect shows bit by bit of what was never hidden yet revealed because now I am ready.
With consciousness taking the front seat, feels like I have a new set of senses. People and situations are the same but what's being projected inside my mind is unbelievably non-disturbing.
The least I'd want to manifest is a frustrated version of myself with solid regrets of not tasting scoops of joy, for they were never served again.
Once you learn to tackle the worst, you slowly begin to become immune and your focus inevitably shifts to doing better for yourself. And when the 'self' is content with its progress the tendency is to replicate it for the society.