Thoughts in Words

it is all energy, be it restlessness or quietude, agitation or peace, love or hatred, and you are the vehicle thru which it is manifested The master was in his room reading a book. The disciple knocked at the door, carefully and gently. The master then looked up and waved him to go in. He did it so with urgency …

This place belongs only to you.You may enter it at any time In a world surrounded by noise, wars, disharmony, and anger,To hold a firm resolution to remain rooted in inner peaceIs an inspiring and courageous goal. To cultivate this, you may create and preserveA chamber of silence and peace within yourselfA sacred inner spaceWhere worries, anger, revenge, conflict, sadness, …

…the war ends not when the outer battle is over, but when the inner battlefield is illuminated by the light of Self-knowledge. Acharya TadanyMorning MeditationPune, Jan 26, 2026. We have all faced our own version of the battlefield, i.e., a moment of profound moral crisis, paralyzing indecision, or deep grief where every path forward seems wrong. In these days, we …

Even so, something remains.Something that is perfectly satisfied.Perfectly complete.Perfectly at peace. Every night, life offers us a free preview of essential human fullness.And it happens not through effort.Not through achievement.Not by becoming something new.It happens simply by falling asleep.For when we wake up, we say:“I slept so deeply…Nothing passed through my cognition…I lacked nothing…I worried about nothing…It was in a …

More and more, people no longer pause to critically review what is being generated in their names. People are unquestioningly accepting what machines produce as if semantically correct sentences were the same as wisdom or creativity, as if speed were a substitute for imagining, creating and understanding Acharya Tadany.Meditation on Technology. Pune, 18 Jan 2026. We live in an age …

Some days are like a desert.Vast and void, boundless and bitter, heavy and hollow. Some days are like a desert.Vast and void, boundless and bitter, heavy and hollow. Perhaps they aren’t even days at all, Truth be told, we should call them nights. For though a world remains visible to the eyes,The darkness within cannot name the shapes without. These …

This rage was never the enemy,But the guardian that forgot its plea,To love the child behind the storm,To keep the fragile safe and warm. I. The Beast AwakensIt comes unbidden, this electric flood,Coiling through my veins like poisoned blood.A serpent startled from its rest,My tongue turns torch, my chest compressed,Every muscle tightened to fight…But where’s the threat? Where shines the …

To seek shelter in these moments is to recognize the limits of control and to respect the intelligence of time itself. There are moments when wisdom does not demand action, but restraint. For example, in the presence of a violent storm, the most intelligent response is often withdrawal, and it is not as an act of fear, but of discernment. …

The world is not something outside of us.It appears according to the mind that perceives it. The world is not something outside of us.It appears according to the mind that perceives it. For example, when we wake up irritated, the traffic feels hostile, people seem rude, and the day feels heavy. Yet, when we wake up serene, the same traffic …

this ancient wisdom offers a much-needed antidote. It reminds us that inner transformation cannot be legislated, that fear cannot produce clarity, and that truth does not require enforcement. In a world increasingly polarized by ideologies, beliefs, and rigid identities, the Vedic vision stands as a rare and luminous exception. It neither coerces nor threatens, neither demands belief nor punishes doubt. …