QUESTION YOUR EXISTENCE
We all seek answers, without asking the right questions. Ask if the proof of your existence is merely a rising and falling breath, persistent pangs of hunger, and beads of sweat that sprout on your brow. If you are told that you exist in spite of all these, that you are not the one who ages and dies, do not believe. Question it. Believe only your experience, your own truth. Never borrow understanding. Invoke our own! Question incessantly the plight of being encased in folds of flesh, torn by polarities, chased by ghosts of empty ambition. Be not game to this futile game of wits anymore. Inquire persistently what your purpose is. For once, know who you really are, why are you here, and where do you belong. Discover your origins. It is true that you are timeless. So also is true that your stay on this planet is timed; because till the illusion of time exists, time exists. To pierce this illusion, there is very little time! Hasten to set yourself free. Like a horse with blinkers who sees only one goal ahead, focus all your seeking at the sole burning quest for self-knowledge. Ask only this one question, till the knowledge finally exudes in your being, that you were, will always be.
“In this world where nothing is real, play with images!”
rachna singh
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