The Dance Of Stillness – Salute to Mooji

How life tastes in that moment

When it’s not lived by some identity !

How sweet is life

When a liver of life is not there !

Finally one comes to rest

because the sense of responsibility

for things being the way they are

is no more yours.

Manifestation are many but

who is offended by the manifest.

Find the sublime in the simple

Find the one in the many.

The “I’m ness” is the flowering

Why crush the flower.

The many is only a part

of the dance of stillness.


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