Category: spirituality
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The Burning Ghats of Varanasi – A Dance of Life and Death
Varanasi is a place where the veil between life and death is remarkably thin. At the ghats, where the sacred Ganges meets the city’s heart, bodies burn every hour of the day, releasing souls into the cycle of rebirth. Witnessing this ancient ritual, where grief and reverence intertwine, is both surreal and grounding. The air…
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The Mystery of Being and the Fleeting Dance of Life
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In Varanasi, children play at dusk, embodying life’s fleeting nature. The author reflects on existence, the mysteries of consciousness, and the balance between our temporary presence and profound awe.
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The Illusion of Time: A Journey Through Zeitfeld
How real is time? From the first moment I wake up, time seems to be on my mind. It’s light outside— it must be after seven. Or it’s dark, and I wonder if I can sleep a bit more. Then I get up, look in the mirror, and there is time written all over my…
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The Eye of the Storm
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There is a palpable sense that we are standing at the edge of something vast, or perhaps already in the middle of it. A shift, a breaking down, an unraveling that so many feel yet struggle to define. Conversations echo this sentiment everywhere—the world is showing its fractures, and the unknown looms like a shadow,…
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Embracing the Now: Finding Peace in Presence
Today, I was so busy that I forgot about time, and that was a good day. Time only exists when I stop to think about it, when my mind drifts to places it has not yet arrived. But if I don’t look for it, if I am completely immersed in the flow of doing, time…
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The Haunting Pull of Spirals
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There is something deeply hypnotic about the spiral. It is a shape that exists everywhere, from the tiniest seashell to the vast expanse of galaxies. The Fibonacci sequence, that golden ratio of nature’s design, reveals itself in the way sunflowers arrange their seeds, in the unfurling of fern fronds, in the winding embrace of a…
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Seeking Meaning: My Quest from Lebanon to the World
Image taken at Bahla Fort in Oman As far back as I can remember, I’ve been searching for something—something elusive and vast. As a child, I called it truth, or magic, or meaning. At times, it felt like a hidden world waiting to be discovered, something that could take me beyond the mundane reality I…