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What is it? There are various interpretations for it in many spiritual texts.. I have read about it over and over again and have sat with it through my meditations. It has never failed to amaze me, excite me and to a great deal transform me.. Its all in the NOW. We know this. Its again textbook knowledge to attain spiritual enlightenment. No, but literally, this presence is in the now. You can feel it, when you bring your attention to it. Its like this flame around your, that surrounds you. A cold flame that is tingly and vibrant. ANYONE can sense it ANYTIME. It is always there, you can not think about it, but you can feel it. When you sort of feel it, stay with it.. And it will grow bigger. And if you can let go of all the thoughts that possess you from one moment to the next, there will be a dropping; like dropping from a rope swing into the water, a splash and you will drop into an openness. An engulfing openness. But as soon as you try to hold on to it, its gone, it...

God or Gravity? Thank god for gravity!!! Its such a powerful force if we come to realize it. I was on walk with my dog one evening and after she got tired playing fetch, I decided to lay on the grass after having felt its softness in my feet while walking earlier. I was loving the weather and the wind and the blue sky with waves of clouds ebbing in the vast ocean of this atmosphere. I looked up and in an instant felt a discomfort stemming form the fear of what would happen if there weren’t any gravity holding me down right now on this little patch of grass and if I were to fly away. My mind started diving and deepening this fear… Fly away to where? Not in the sky because that would’ve flown out already. I guess in to the vast expanse of nothingness? But if there is nothing then how am I there? What is holding my form as is? Gravity.. After an expansion in the external view came the internal view of this whole force.. I am me because of gravity. The air we breathe hangs around us becaus...

P. Ramalingam - An Obituary My grandpa (thatha as we lovingly called him) was a kind, loving man of principles. He was the oldest Carnatic singer I have known in my family. He deeply loved and revered music. Ever since I was little he would always ask me to take time out to practice music. When I would visit him back home, he would lovingly sit next to me and and ask me to sing the new ragams that I learnt in the recent past and close his eyes and be lost in my music. In his later days, he lost his hearing abilities to a great extent, but he would still strain his ears to talk to me on the phone when I called him. You would always find him singing or humming a Carnatic tune, much as his voice allowed him to the very end of his time. I pay all my heartfelt respects to this man from whom I learnt so much, growing up and in every stage of my life. He lived by his rules and he ardently stuck to them till his last days. He was big on reading the newspaper. Not a day would pass when he would...

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What do I seek? Is it a fleeting shadow or the lingering aftertaste of a nostalgia Is it some old played tunes in my head or the thrill of meeting a stranger Iv met before is it being consumed by the portraits of a landscape or the feeling of falling down the rabbit's hole is it the longing to see those eyes or to melt by the touch of some fingers Is it the depth of a voice? Or a thousand words in that glance Is it feeling alive in a moment or the sweet pain of anguish Is it the meaning of this existence or the thrill of a fantastic day Is it the happiness from that smile Or the buoyancy of those tears Is it I? Or am I an illusion?

The Vagabond effects When my friend asked me to go to this show I didnt even think twice to find out if it was an opera concert or a band or