It begins and ends with Krishna. In between, I am adrift, swept by the currents of a selfish ego. And yet, I seldom pause to ask: What can serve me, if it does not serve God?
Who I am is not who I think I am. I have been molded by the tides of this fleeting world, taught to move through life without truly questioning—without reflecting on my state of mind, or the nature of my consciousness. I grew idle, still—like a deer frozen in the path, waiting for something to strike me, to rouse me from my slumber.
To God, only I exist. All else is but a reflection. The names and forms in this world are mere shadows, pointing to the depths of what lies within me. My karma whispers truths I have long ignored. Now, I walk with more care, yet somehow, I cannot find the flow of my life until I am certain I will not return.
I do not know what is real, nor what is truth.
In serving Him, I dissolve into His will, and in that surrender, I will come to know what is true and real.
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