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Breaking free from the spell of waiting

Breaking free from the spell of waiting

“By waiting so long, you haven’t realized that you’ve let life pass you by. Not because of inertia, or lack of desire or enthusiasm, but because of a hope that stubbornly revolved around what was not yet. In the name of something more promising, more beautiful, more delicious, more elevated, more complete, more perfect, you ignored the only thing that never repeats itself: this moment. You wanted to become, forgetting that you already were. While you projected yourself toward an ideal version of yourself, life went on. It didn’t stop. It just stopped including you.
Frustration, then, is no accident. It is the predictable consequence of misplaced hope. You expected from the world, from others, from the future. But what could be given was already being given. Not beyond, but here. Not outside, but inside. It was not the world that denied you its promise; it was you who looked away.
Breaking this cycle cannot be achieved by accumulating willpower. It requires something else: a form of renunciation that is not resignation, but lucidity. It is not about repressing desire, or judging or condemning it, but about observing how it works. The desire that postpones life is often the one that prevents us from recognizing it. Wanting life to be different can be the most effective way of never seeing it as our own. What you are looking for is not further ahead, higher up, lower down, or at a distance. It is right where you least expect it: in what already is. But as long as you insist that something is missing, that there is a lack, you will lose even what is within your reach. Awakening is not about getting to another place or reaching another destination. It is about breaking free from the spell of waiting. It is about remembering, without embellishment, that you are already here and that what is essential is already with you, within you, as what you truly are. Nothing you have obtained belongs to you; everything you have accumulated, achieved, and attained will sooner or later be taken away. You came here with nothing, and you will leave with nothing. But while you are here, a decision must be made: will you continue to chase images of yourself, or will you stop and embrace who you already are?
Neither success will shape your being, nor will power guarantee any permanence. Even religion and spirituality, if they become a means of climbing or merit, can lead you even further astray. Fulfilment is not a trophy or a medal. It reveals itself, effortlessly, when the search ceases. Being is enough. Being—just that, without adjectives—is the only miracle. Life does not need to be attained or achieved. It is not postponed; it is simply waiting for you to stop. Because only those who truly stop begin to see. And those who stop projecting themselves forward discover, perhaps for the first time, that the sky also opens up inward, toward the interior. Do not fall into the opposite temptation now. Do not idealize despair. Do not confuse it with lucidity. It is merely the flip side of hope. Both feed off each other, sustain each other, demand each other. Two different ways of denying life as it is: without guarantees, without the need to become something else.
Breaking that pendulum movement does not mean giving up, but opening up. The middle ground is not mediocrity. It is the exact place where tension stops and transforms. There, in the silent center that neither pushes nor pulls back, something different emerges. It is not sought. It is not imposed. It sustains without showing off. They called it transcendence. But it is not a theory. It is a way of being.
Being without urgency. Without escape. Without postponement. That—and only that—is freedom. And if you are still waiting for something to motivate you, perhaps it is time to let go of that demand as well. There is nothing to wait for. And precisely because of that, everything can begin.
This life won’t be yours tomorrow. It won’t be yours when everything falls into place, when everything settles down. It is yours now. This moment will never be repeated. And if you’re not there to receive it, no one will live it for you.
So breathe, stop, let go. The essential has already happened: you are alive. And that is enough.”
Prabhuji
This moment

This moment

“It begins as a whisper that does not come from outside.
At first, there is nothing spectacular or extraordinary. There are footsteps, breathing, a cup of tea, the wind brushing against your face, your back feeling the back of the chair. There is no sudden vision or fireworks. The morning is like any other. The body moves through the world like a fish in water: unaware of limits, never suspecting for a moment that what it seeks has always been and always will be here.
It is not a matter of searching or finding. Nor is it a matter of fleeing or escaping. The mistake is not in taking the wrong path, but in believing that somewhere the path ends. The real is not found in distance, nor is it revealed in accumulation. There is no accumulation that can hold what has never been separated.
A leaf falls without interrupting the silence. Thought moves, but without you moving with it.
Something begins to let go without needing to assert itself. There is no image to protect, no story to continue. A space begins to open up, not in the world, but in the gaze. Not toward something, but from everything.
Language is no longer enough; it proves insufficient. Categories slip away. What seemed solid becomes soft, without center, without outline. The boundaries between inside and outside, between the observer and the observed, between the thinker and the thought, dissolve. The moment expands. There is no time, no before, no after. Only that, breathing through you.
Then, effortlessly, without warning, without anyone provoking it, the knot dissolves. The horizon folds inward. The outside no longer demands conquest. The inside no longer demands defense. Everything that was two is recognized as one. Everything that was one dissolves into nothing. Everything that was nothing vibrates as totality.
בָּרוּךְ אַתָּה ה’ אֱלֹהֵינוּ מֶלֶךְ הָעוֹלָם,
שֶׁהֶחֱיָנוּ וְקִיְּמָנוּ וְהִגִּיעָנוּ לַזְּמַן הַזֶּה.
“Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe,
who gave us life, sustained us, and brought us to this moment.”
And now, there is no word to define or contain it. Only a formless certainty, a stillness that does not oppose movement. A clarity that does not depend on the eyes. A presence that needs no affirmation.
There is no achievement, success, or triumph. There is no arrival. Only the impossible return to what has never left.
The breeze continues to move the trees.
You will realize that it is not you who has arrived because you have never left…”
Prabhuji