When water flows, it plays. It becomes river, shower, storm.
When it evaporates, the play stops.
You suddenly see yourself as you are. Not the flow, not the noise, but the watcher behind it. In our tradition, we call it Sakshi — the Silent Watcher.
The noise does not fight you anymore. It simply fades. What looked so urgent yesterday, now looks like a grand play. A beautiful drama that you were part of, but not bound by.
Here you get a choice. And this choice decides everything.
If you wish to feel again, you will return as the shower. You will fall again, touch again, feel again.
If you don't wish to, you become indifferent. Not driven by emotions — just uninterested. No more excitements. No more need to become.
You merge with the origin. Or rather, you realize you are the origin itself.
Does this give you divinity? Maybe. Maybe not.
Divinity is not a prize for watching. It is what happens after — whether you choose to come back and love the noise, or choose to stay quiet and be one with silence.
Both are freedom.
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