• In every writing, I am centered, and I am not there

    ST NAIVE

  • I am like a little magician of Art. I understand the mechanisms behind its creation, and am thus capable of being the puppeteer behind my visions, I can make them swirl, laugh and cry effortlessly. It is all a color game. A dynamic relationships between hues. Those who overcomplicate it miss the point of their creations. Art is playful, never serious.

    ST NAIVE

  • Those who hesitate, will miss the point. They will lose the moment for the mind. They will drop gold for a dime.

    ST NAIVE

  • I breathe in the morning sunlight and it bids me a hello. Only when I came to know it's language did I hear the song of the eternal prayer.

    ST NAIVE

  • Everything was birthed from silence. To know Everything, one must understand the language of silence.

    ST NAIVE

  • All timed meditation, one hour, 30 minutes or 10 minutes, is just a play of the mind. Real life is spontaneous. It does not plan, and it moves without motive. So real meditation should also be unplanned, motiveless and most importantly, continuous.

    ST NAIVE

  • There is so much beauty in pain, and pain in beauty

    ST NAIVE

  • Stopped at a red light, I wish nobody moved forever. I could drive at the speed of a thousand miles, and yet I would not miss witnessing a single tree.

    ST NAIVE

  • The Mind hesitates, fears, when it sees a mountain path. Thoughts creep in. Life never hesitates. The river always flows, the wind doesnt wait for anyone.

    ST NAIVE

  • I am no longer dancing with the mind. I am the universe in motion.

    ST NAIVE

  • I am forever lost in the seat of the moment. The beauty of nature caresses me in her graceful arms. I am nowhere to be found, other than the present. Eternity is my final station, my final abode.

    ST NAIVE

  • In stillness, I am no longer the mirror reflecting the ocean. I am the ocean itself. The perceiver melts into the perceived. It is the blessing of grace.

    ST NAIVE

  • Stagnation and Procrastination have the same source. When you are hesitant, you are under the reigns of the mind. The only way to get out of it is through an intense jump in energy. What we call spontaneity. Because life is spontaneous and never stagnant. To be one with life, you must defeat stagnation.

    ST NAIVE

  • Meditation is not to be achieved, or done. Meditation is meant to be lived, to be breathed.

    ST NAIVE

  • The real painter dissolves himself into his painting, and the real poet disappears into his poetry

    ST NAIVE

  • To break all patterns, undo all conditioning, is the way forward to becoming an unlearned self. So that the moment can truly be yours, and you can truly rest in it's timeless heart.

    ST NAIVE

  • All great art is derived from a place of great sadness. There is tremendous potential in sadness. It is one of the most powerful waves in the ocean of emotions. I ride this wave. When you can channelise such an energy, you are capable of surfing at an unmatched peak.

    ST NAIVE

  • The blue sky makes me cry. It's beauty sings to me. A new reality tears my eyes open to the moment, I am deeply still, even in movement. There is no space for my mind to grow in the desert of my being.

    ST NAIVE

  • I died at a moment. But there was no funeral, only a celebration.

    ST NAIVE

  • Every water is the Ganga for me. Every room a temple. Every person a God. Every vision a revelation.

    ST NAIVE

  • I finally have eyes to see nature's beauty. A drop of water on a leaf comes straight to me eyes. Am I ready for this life? The overwhelming force of reality? The deluge of emotions which exist in every moment, every raindrop. This beautiful feeling of abandonment I feel, is the proof.

    ST NAIVE

  • I believed I knew who I was. I believed I had all the answers. The winds of grace swept me into a humbled silence. I became a nobody, and in my nothingness, I found absolute freedom to become anything and everything.

    ST NAIVE

  • There is no rebirth without a death. Every death of mine involved a loss of who I was. Many funerals were held in silence as I returned to the blank, unscattered state.

    ST NAIVE

  • Anger is dispersion of energy which could’ve been spent creating something beautiful.

    ST NAIVE

  • Droplets of gratitude surround my tears. I pray my water cleanses our world.

    ST NAIVE

  • A great fortune awaits those who are willing to endure periods of loneliness

    ST NAIVE

  • Through the eons, across all space, rings a quiet bell, reverberating with love, mercifully, endlessly.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • To silence the mind, sacrifice knowing, on the altars of quiet. Surrender control, empty your chalice.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • Egoic silence leads to a song, which suffers not, by death or dawn.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • A simple meditation, to do nothing but sit, to forego not thoughts but the attachment to them.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • To let go of a drop of water, for the Ocean itself, to give up the palace of the mind, for the Kingdom of the heart. This is salvation, this is truth.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • For the truth you seek is nowhere but here, stretching across time, holding you softly over space.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • So when your folly’s come to pass, and the fumes of your pleasures have been exhausted, He will be waiting in the light of the moment.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • Oh weary child, for years were you lost, under fountains of intoxication, under mountains of books. Come here, my child, let me replenish your spirit, with the cup of silence.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • In the emptiness, it is He who sits by your side. In the silence, it is He who sings the eternal song of love.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • Always here, forever now.

    SAINT NAIVE

  • To witness the hymn, silence the mind, which grasps shadows, holding hostage the helpless heart.

    SAINT NAIVE