my life is one of chasing - marks / peace/ love. nethin u name.
name it and i find myself chasing, chasing, chasing, running, running.........
only in some moments duz one wake up to the fact that the true life is not one of chasing. the true life is of being oneself, understanding oneself and my relation with others.
a life of continuous desire is not the true life.
spontaneous desirelessness(very complicated word indeed) would be the end of it all.
however,
this is highly concpetual and not directly known
as and when one is spontaneously desireless, not one cell of his body needs a thing. it is well nigh satiated in iteself. it is aware, alive, cognizant of every single fact but finds no need for satiation.
it needs no words either. the self knows the self. the sacred silence knows itself.
the silence alone exists. and it is the real.
the clinging to sensations is very deep indeed.
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