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"Beyond the Body and Mind: Where True Bliss Begins"

 

Welcome, dear friend…

Are you searching for yourself in the mirror of the body?

The body, bless its bones, offers us delights—but only for a moment. 
A bite of sweetness, a lover’s touch, the thrill of movement.
 Fleeting pleasures, like sparks in the dark.

And then there’s the mind—ah, that clever little rascal. It gifts us moments of joy through poetry, music, the rush of a compliment, and the high of success. 

But just as swiftly, it dances us into sorrow, doubt, and longing. The pendulum swings, as it always does.
That’s the rhythm of this world. 
Duality, old friend 
 For every high, a low.
 For every sunrise, a nightfall. We want the sweet, but the bitter comes too. Ice cream and the cone, my friend. So why not taste both?

When joy visits, drink it in. And when sadness knocks? Sit with it. Watch. Wait. The tide always turns. Storms pass. The sky clears.

But beyond body and mind… lies something still.
A third presence. 
Silent. 
Watching. 
Eternal.
It needs no pleasure, no praise.
It is awareness itself.
And from that stillness…
Bliss gently blooms.


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