Awakening doesn’t remove the human being. It fills it. The grief is real. The anger is real. The longing is real. The great ones wept, raged, and broke apart — and were free. Not free from their humanity. Free inside it. That is the only freedom that was ever on offer.
Tag: equanimity
The Devotee in the Arena
Bhakti is not a Hindu possession — it is the name for what Jesus lived, what Ramakrishna wept, what Vivekananda burned with: the heart so rooted in the Divine that even its disturbance becomes a form of love.