I Am

My muse seems to be on holiday at the moment, just sending bits of post cards every now and then, just to tease me, telling me that words are still there - somewhere. It shall happen again.

Meanwhile I just tread the mill, Tai Ji and meditate. I keep pondering the words of Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, one of the few gurus I know of who did not go off into the wilderness to become enlightened, but rather 'realised' and continued in his home with wife and children. The words: 'I am'. Not I am this or I am that, but rather shedding all that follows I am and just being, 'I am'.