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Maya of Maya's Friends:

Maya of Maya has many friends!
11 of them are here at Gaia

 Meenakshi : Healing Balance
Healing Balance
Nishtha : Imaginative Mellifluous Philosopher
Imaginative Mellifluous Philosopher
Nohealani : Slave of Love
Slave of Love
Jayne  : contemplative activist
contemplative activist
Jada : Facilitator
Facilitator
Wabisabisatva :  Blooming Edge
Blooming Edge
Reema : the learner
the learner
Celtic Knot : Writer
Writer

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Title: Dr

Gender: Male

Age: Ageless

Location: New York, Mumbai, London, Bangalore

About Me:

A deep interest in metaphysical things……..
who am I?
where I am going?
why am I here?
who & what next in my life ?
Is there a life after death ?
why death & birth cycle?

And questions…..on questions………

Look at this:-

At dawn she departed
My mind tried to console me -
” Everything is Maya”.
Angrily I replied:
“Here's this sewing box on the table,
that flower-pot on the terrace,
this monogrammed hand-fan on the bed—
all these are real.”

My mind said: “Yet, think again.”
I rejoined: “You better stop.
Look at this storybook,
the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,
signaling the rest is unread;
if all these things are “Maya”,
then why should “shey” be more unreal?”

My mind becomes silent.
A friend arrived and says:
“That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace.”

I replied in anger: “How do you know?
Is a body not good? Where did that body go?”

Like a small boy in a rage hitting his mother,
I began to strike at everything in this world
that gave me shelter.
And I screamed:” The world is treacherous.”

Suddenly, I was startled.
It seemed like someone admonished me:” You- ungrateful! ”

I looked at the crescent moon
hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window.
As if the dear departed one is smiling
and playing hide-and-seek with me.

From the depth of darkness punctuated by scattered stars
came a rebuke: “when I let you grasp me you call it an deception,
and yet when I remain concealed,
why do you hold on to your faith in me with such conviction?”
Tagore


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