Sachchai

From Forgetting to Knowing: The Anatomy of Our Wholeness What is this play, this grand theater of existence? Should we mistake it for a straight road, a march towards some distant prize?  No. It is the exquisite, cyclical dance of forgetting and remembering, a rhythm older than the stars.  The deep forgetting was no sudden fall; it was a slow, creeping slumber. Many think they know, yet they speak of "black" and "white," as if the sun and the soil haven't sculpted our very skin, as if our bodies were not simply poems written by the earth's many diasporas.  We have a choice, you see: to merely think, or to truly know . The truth of humanity is not a concept to be grasped, but a rhythm to be lived. At the core of your being, of my being, of every single one of us, is not a separate, lonely island.  The Divine itself, the very current of consciousness, has not merely crafted us from clay. It is incarnating, right now, as this unique expression of life, as this ...