As I desire to put my thoughts in words I am unable to find the right words. As and when sometimes I feel I am without nature, neither theres a desire to drop things nor theres a desire to hold on to them. Do not know but may be something within is silent. The nature of which I just don't know. It seems that it only prompts me one thing, to remember the almighty whose form also I don't know. I don't know the purpose of this life, the never ending cycle of birth, youth, old age and death cannot be the final thing, there has to be something beyond it about which I don't know. It is the nature of 'material nature' to perform actions and to get actions performed, the reason behind this could be the bondage in this city of nine gates (our body) but I don't know. But I do know that putting efforts to get linked with that formless one, with the endless one will change my position from "I don't know" to "I know"
