I am what I am. He is what he is. You are what you are but
who am I and who are you? Am I the immortal soul or just the mortal body of a
finite lifetime? Well, this we almost know and can feel by virtue of our
culture.
When I say, I am the materialistic body I am hollow from
inside. When I consider myself to be the subtle soul, I am nothing but just an
image but when you start feeling the blend of these two, you are a hollow image.
I would rather like to call this image as virtual which is
always invisible from my realistic eyes in the frame of time and space. Spirituality
is far more of another sophisticated subject and the very idea of discussion
here is the importance of this hollow image.
I can be called a Hollow Image. I am this image particle
flowing in the ocean of infinite energy vibrations. More this image glitters, I am
considered to be the golden bird but everything that glitters is not gold and not everyone is a jeweler to testify the carets of this glittering
gold. We are an identity of our characteristics. You break this image; you are
broken. Once it is shred into pieces, there is nothing behind this image you
can see.
It’s up to you to figure out how you dissolve or
concentrate this hollow image.
“I know all this”- the folks say. On a second thought, I would
rather quote; we know everything my dear,it is just a gentle reminder. J J
