Being a witness is blissful. Because a witness has no role. A
witness just watches. Observes. There is no analyzing. Therefore no judgment.
Therefore there is no suffering, no misery. Witnessing means being minus the
mind. The mind is the source of all interpretation. When you are witnessing,
you have disregarded the mind. This is what happened to me when I saw the ‘Vishu’ kani at home today. I did not analyze. I did not question. I did
not opinionate. I simply saw, with bleary eyes and amazement perhaps, how
bountiful Life is. the happynesswala. AVIS Viswanathan is the happynesswala! He is an Inspired Speaker, Life Coach, and Author of 'Fall Like A Rose Petal'.
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Sunday, April 14, 2013
‘Vishu’ and the art of witnessing
Being a witness is blissful. Because a witness has no role. A
witness just watches. Observes. There is no analyzing. Therefore no judgment.
Therefore there is no suffering, no misery. Witnessing means being minus the
mind. The mind is the source of all interpretation. When you are witnessing,
you have disregarded the mind. This is what happened to me when I saw the ‘Vishu’ kani at home today. I did not analyze. I did not question. I did
not opinionate. I simply saw, with bleary eyes and amazement perhaps, how
bountiful Life is.
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