For a true seeker,
the only question is:
If we are honest…
We don’t know.
But there are voices.
Soft, ancient, and fierce with silence.
Voices of mystics, sages, the awakened.
They speak not in sentences,
but in the spaces between words.
And when we listen, truly listen,
something within trembles.
And in that stillness,
we begin to vanish.
There is a strange beauty in this dissolving.
It feels like moving and standing still.
Like remembering something
we've never known.
It is the dance between
the known and the unknown.
Between shadow and source.
Between question and surrender.
Where the formless meets form.
Where belief turns into knowing.
And knowing dissolves into being.
And in this uncertain, sacred unfolding,
one thing carries us through:
“Shraddha.”
Not blind belief, but a luminous trust.
A flame that flickers, yet never fades,
A fire that fires within, yet never wounds.
A form,
A shape,
A painting.
We named it:
"Soulful."
A deep feeling.
Not loud,
but profound.
Not as an answer,
but as a companion.
A still ally on your silent journey.
A visible thread to the invisible truth.
Not to define what we are.
But to remind us that,
We are that.
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