Who am
I? Or what am I? Just a common sadhak,
a seeker of a bit more than I know or understand or feel. Or not even a sadhak because I don’t follow any
particular path. What exactly I’m, I’m yet to know. I consciously know the
identities given to me by others, but at a subtle level I know I’m not any of
these. I feel just like a little bird flying on its own path, wondering about
all this maya scattered around;
curious, full of wonder, observant; just a bird of its own type like the rest
are. Or maybe, a tiny humming bird, to be more specific; flitting among
different flowers of faith; taking small sips of the nectar of truth from
various-colored flowers; taking little independent sorties while going from one
flower to the other; belonging to all and none at the same time; loving and
being loved by all.
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