A happy window

I couldn't quite estimate the apparent happiness spring had the potential to bring, I thought of it as just a season. But it all changed when I moved here to the mid-west. But think of this. Imagine being covered in layers, with your eyes firmly on the ground for a few months, as the cold wind didn't allow you to look up and look at your surroundings. All you could really see was the indoors, everything white. At first snow charms you, it makes you feel like you're living in magic, where everything is white.  However, after a while, it gets to you. You realize that your surroundings have lost color.  Until spring enters, you start to see little flower buds pop up at every nook and corner. And more importantly when spring arrived, I had the luxury to move around, without being bundled up all the time, without any angry cold wind gushing in my face, and I felt like something was changing. The problem is now, that my mind still thinks its winter. I th

This is a song of the self that beautifully puts forth the idea of a soul, without explicitly saying so. It was written by an Indian philosopher and gives me goosebumps every time I read it :) I am Thought, I am Joy, I am He, I am He. Without hate, without infatuation, without craving, without greed; Neither arrogance, nor conceit, never jealous I am; Neither dharma, nor artha, neither kama, nor moksha am I; I am Thought, I am Joy, I am He, I am He. Without sins, without merits, without elation, without sorrow; Neither mantra, nor rituals, neither pilgrimage, nor Vedas; Neither the experiencer, nor experienced, nor the experience am I, I am Thought, I am Joy, I am He, I am He. Without fear, without death, without schism, without jati; Neither father, nor mother, never born I am; Neither kith, nor kin, neither teacher, nor student am I; I am Thought, I am Joy, I am He, I am He. Without form, without figure, without resemblance am I; Vitality of all senses, in everything I