...but tell me o' all knowing master, why does the music not last longer? Why the trough
has to match the peak? And so frequently and for
such a long time? Do tell for we are going crazy here..
"The imperfections you have added,
The oxygen that you have abused,
It's taking a toll my friend.
Clock can not measure time, it can only reflect your own understanding of it.
It's not the hundred years, or 2 thousand; It's the million moments tied together in a linked list,
why do you not understand?"
my ambitions, my dreams, my self, is all unreal, is what you mean? My reality is interspersed with my figmentary. If one is not true, the whole thing is falsey! You talk about the existence of soul, but why pray have you not shown us its path?! Please tell me dear master - How can I correct the wrongs to discover the truth?
"In the sky, floating freely,
the glimpse of your soul is seen,
creates a moment of magic for you,
happens too often for some of you ?
I live in that magic!
every breath of my existence,
I exist within my own creation.
You believe, therefore you are,
to summon the senses of your five elements, without flinch,
You are but who I was in the past."
The Disciples went to sleep, much more confused than what they were before they came to seek their master.
In their research for the answer to the universal question plaguing mankind, which bought them to Mahaashram 5 years ago; they have lived and existed, breathed and out, caught and dropped the lead. Some are so far from the answer, they do not even remember what the question is they are asking. But the consciousness of their being surround the whole place and is in perpetuity connected to the Master. The truth is here, there and nowhere.