Be still...dear friend, and notice this. Beyond the hum of thought, beyond the noise of becoming, there lies a silence — ancient, luminous, untouched. It is the still point between two extremes — between left and right, between effort and surrender, between what you call you and the world. You are the river flowing between its own banks — the current of consciousness moving between the two hemispheres of the brain. For lifetimes, you have searched for what was never lost. You have wandered through dreams of form and face, chasing reflections on the surface of a hypnotic stream. Forgetting has become a rhythm — an echo in the subconscious, a veil drawn over the infinite. And yet, even as you forget, something within you remembers. The silent witness waits, patiently, unchanging, watching the play unfold. One day, you will awaken — not into something new, but into what has always been. You will see that the dream was never real, only shimmering in appearance. Come home, again and again, ...
Imagine this, dear friend... You arrive at the theater late. You catch only the last ten minutes of the movie — the movie called…Echoes of a Lifetime. The hero triumphs. The villain falls. Peace and harmony are restored. It’s the perfect ending. Now, curious, you decide to watch the story from the beginning. Slowly, the pieces start to connect — the challenges, the heartbreaks, the betrayals, and the doubts. You feel the tension rise, the conflicts deepen. The hero—bruised, broken, yet unyielding — walks through every storm with quiet courage. But here’s the difference... You already know the ending. You know it all turns out beautifully. You know the storm passes. You know the light returns. And because of that, you watch differently. You no longer fear the darkness. You no longer curse the conflict. You begin to see—it’s all part of a beautifully crafted, ever-unfolding masterpiece. Each moment shaping the climax, each trial guides you closer to the resolution. And that, old fri...