a favorite time

i have a favourite time, that is neither day nor night, it is filled with magical moments, i call it the hour of anticipation. the trees are still, even the crickets are silent, the moon mischievously appears and disappears in different phases, leaving the stars in disarray, worms are rushing to escape the early bird, and the birds are polishing up their vocals to arouse the sun from its Samadhi, a deep state of meditation.

when the mind is empty but filled with possibilities, thoughts seemingly dance, words appear as visions and sometimes wisdom dawns in gentle rays, worship of nature becomes inevitable.

contemplation expands the peripheries of the mind, the facade of identities fade and dissolve into divinity.

who am i?

i am a seeker
i seek the me that is in you
and the you that is in me
i am the seer, the seeing and the seen
i am the knower, the knowing and the known
i exist, i am existence,
i just am

✨inspired by a magical confluence of two timeless rivers of wisdom — the Patanjali Yoga Sutras and the Yoga Vasishta. their subtle truths speak of the illusory nature of time and existence, the dance between seeker and self, and the quiet wonder of Now🌿

may these words echo the journey from outward seeking to inward seeing 🕊️