May the flowers of wisdom, clarity and purity blossom inside of my being, their vines uproot the weeds of thoughts, desires and ignorance. May the uprooted weeds dry out by cessation of nourishing of those weeds which I mistakenly took for flowers for so long.
May peace, courage, silence and patience bloom instead of the weeds. May love fill all the remaining empty spaces with its fragrance and may it spread inside and outside in an eternal expansion.
May my reactions towards external stimuli be similar to the reaction of a giant rock on the bottom of the ocean to the movement of the surface waves. May the fire of my desires be as powerless as the painted fire in a drawing. May the storm and stir of the emotions manage to move me as the Himalayas are moved by a gust of raging wind.
May my inner peace never leave me again, now that I see the world and everything in it for what it is: An idea in the Mind of the Eternal, the All, a play of mirrors and imagination of That, a movie that is so well directed and played that absorbs the viewer into believing that is a character in that great production of The Consciousness.
When I pull myself back for a while, I remember to go back to watching the movie with the least interfering with or wanting to impose anymore my willpower onto it.
So be it!
Inspired by and dedicated to Jivanmukti and Siddha Param-Para 