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Developing awareness is key to an integral health. Let’s say there is a Bulb in a room. As we turn it ON, the light travels in all directions. It spreads across the room instantaneously. Awareness is this act of turning on the light of consciousness. As more awareness flows in our mind, body, and breath; we are peaceful, clear, loving, tactful, motivated, and joyous. When our awareness grows; we might experience self-awareness, natural awareness, and integral awareness of our living experience. With natural awareness, we access a state of ease and not disease. Awareness is the key to a harmonious life. When we are awakened to the natural presence of awareness, we can live a life of wholeness.

the eyes are dancing, my friend to be found in your sight  the Gazelle is running, my friend  a sight is a glimpse of divine I rain with tears, my friend in silence, the drunkard smiles how near you are so far, my friend  here in my heart, there in the sky  tonight I am by the sea, my friend  tomorrow in your arms  the breath is sailing, my friend  to the marvellous stars  encircling space, my friend  Oh! graceful craft  let me kiss your hand, my friend  I surrender to One heart  where will you take me, my friend  wherever I see only you are  the Gazelle is running, my friend  a sight is a glimpse of divine

Art by Adarsha Bhattarai I look around to find you  here and there  searching for you  following your fragrance even when my eyes are incapable  my heart feels your presence  beloved, this vacuum  is a loving embrace  enveloping all the sun and the moon  are witness  of the longing heart  spinning  whirling  swinging  the space wraps around the earth  the wind wraps around the body  the body wraps around you  you are all  then I forget and again I look around to find you  here and there  searching for you  spinning  whirling  swinging  twirling to qyou

  the cobweb of desires covers the delicate heart the more your try to escape the more you get trapped why do you reason so much? the riddle eternal needs no solving the market never closes until the breath is lost the cloister never closes until the breath is lost the secret of breath is that it never ceases even when the body is dust why do you fear so much? the will divine embraces the soul there is only one speaker in all the voices all the stories shared and told do not dwarf your vision do not submit to greed if your heart is burning remember to look within the sojourning is a happy pilgrimage unaffected by passage of time Rabia cried and said, ‘I am burnt, I am consumed’ I pray we get burned and consumed too Oh! eternal flame walking the path of Roses

wo ishq hi kya jo rulaye na  khudko khudse bhulaye na                                 dil-e-dard se jo awaj aati hai wo awaj hi kya  jo aap ke liye gungunaye na  chalne ka adab hum na jane bulbulke awaj se chalte hai   bas ek zikr rakhte hai  mohabbat ke rashate dil aap pe kurban karte hai  dil-e-dard se awaj aati hai bas gulab hi use sunpati hai  haqiqat baqa hai aur sab fana  hamari haqiqat aap ke duwae hai  aap hamari dawa nafs ko paak rakhe kaise  aye! mere ruh bata la ilaha illallah

Khawaja piya said to the beholder, stop wrestling with the pigs ‘you will only get dirty’ yet the self kept wrestling with the mind  trying to cut the nafs  O! foolishness with what swiftness the nightingale approached the rose  to wound the heart  with grace  O! Fana  erasing the mind from the mind  O! Baqa  unerasable eyes  the wound is a blessing  the tears its joy  when Ilm and Ishq merge  there is only an eternal path and no ploy walking in adab of love  let yourself be cut deepest from the wound flows the light  blessed is the heart that pains  that cries in the beauty of sunrise  the mirror of truth is hidden  in the inevitable sorcery of mind  let yourself be cut deepest and be one with the truth  only the heart that pains remembers  to pray with the truth  Ilm and Ishq cleanses the mirror  the torment unites the extremes  the string of heart pierces the nafs  when two worlds meet  in wilderness of the human heart   two is the mirage of water in the desert  there is only one in

Note: In the story below, the King is the Self; the Garden is Life; Gardener is Sophia, the wisdom; with wisdom, the king must build his earthy paradise. Gardener’s silent witnessing of the seasons is natural awareness. Witnessing the ever-changing seasons of the soul. The eternal flowing in the waters of consciousness. Gently, peacefully, nolens volens. The palace is the body. The Queen is the breath. A great king once wished to make the greatest palace in the world for his queen; and the greatest garden around it. As the palace was built and ready, he wished to plant the garden. And he sought for the greatest known gardener in all mortal realms. The king wanted his palace and garden to be an earthly paradise. The wisest and most skilled gardener was found and brought before the king.   The gardener was a very old wise woman, and she agreed to create the garden as the king wanted. Selecting a nearby spot around the palace, she sat down. Silently. Winter slowly passed. Summer and then