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10/08/2026

Walking the path—
each step a prayer
before prayer was ever named.
The ground is not beneath you—
it is within,
a vast remembering
wearing the mask of earth.
Step—
and the one who steps
is undone.
Between footfall and breath,
something ancient opens its eye
through you.
No movement—
only the illusion of distance
folding into itself.
Dust rises—
not as dust,
but as the echo of stars
returning to silence.
You do not walk—
you are walked,
emptied into a presence
that has no edge,
no center,
no second.
Here—
where even “here” dissolves—
the path devours the walker,
and only the nameless
remains.

May all living be free and happy ❤️‍🔥
Prayer climb to summit of Mt Shasta 08.07.2026
🙏✨️🪶⛰️





And mountain told me:“Don’t ask. Don’t say.For everything lies in silence.”So I unlearned the noise—laid down my questio...
09/08/2026

And mountain told me:
“Don’t ask. Don’t say.

For everything lies in silence.”

So I unlearned the noise—

laid down my questions

like stones at its feet.

The wind spoke without words,

the sky opened without promise,

and still—everything was given.

Not in answers,

but in a presence

too vast to be held.

And there,

where thought cannot follow,

I finally heard.





Ascend Ascendwith gratitude—not to conquer,but to remember.Ascendin honor and grace,for the mountainlends you its heigh...
08/08/2026

Ascend


Ascend
with gratitude—
not to conquer,
but to remember.
Ascend
in honor and grace,
for the mountain
lends you its height.
Ascend—
and bow within
to what carried you
here.

Blessed and grateful
Successful ascend to the summit of sacred mountain, climbing prayer on lions gates for Peace .

May all living beings be free and happy 🙏🪶✨️💖





Before names were spoken,before the first word rose—this was here:a silence alive,a heartbeat beneath the unseen.Snow fa...
03/08/2026

Before names were spoken,
before the first word rose—
this was here:
a silence alive,
a heartbeat beneath the unseen.
Snow falls softly,
draping the forgotten paths,
a veil of memory
woven from the breath of time.
The flowers awaken—
tiny keepers of mystery,
singing in colors
the heart remembers
before the mind can hear.
Along the ridge of breath,
where earth meets sky,
where the visible fades
into wonder—
something within you opens.
Not a door,
not a gate,
but a quiet unfolding…
a return
to the mystery
that was never outside you—
the ancient gaze
that has always been
looking through your eyes.

🕉SatChitAnanda 🕉





31/07/2026

Sacral River
Ganga of California
Born from silent snow,
you descend without asking—
a prayer in motion.
Over ancient stone
you sing the mountain’s memory,
each ripple a mantra
the mind cannot hold.
O river—
clear as truth,
untouched by the noise of men—
you carry the sky
inside your body.
They call you water,
but you are more—
a moving shrine,
a flowing Ganga
through the heart of the wild.
To kneel beside you
is to remember:
nothing is separate,
everything returns.





Walking the Path of HeartNot drawn on maps,nor held by thought—it openswhere you soften.Each stepa quiet surrender,each ...
28/07/2026

Walking the Path of Heart
Not drawn on maps,
nor held by thought—
it opens
where you soften.
Each step
a quiet surrender,
each breath
a remembering
of something ancient
within your chest.
No destination—
only a deepening,
as if the soul
were walking
back into itself.

🕉SatChitAnanda 🕉





Happy birthday to my wonderful angel So grateful and blessed to have you in my life 💖I love you very very very much my b...
20/07/2026

Happy birthday to my wonderful angel
So grateful and blessed to have you in my life 💖
I love you very very very much my beautiful flower 🙏🙏🙏💓💓💓

Remembering the essence Returning to the roots. The Journey Back HomeNot a road,but a remembering—of something the mount...
18/07/2026

Remembering the essence
Returning to the roots.

The Journey Back Home

Not a road,
but a remembering—
of something the mountain
never forgot.
Each step loosens
the dust of becoming,
until only essence remains.
You don’t arrive—
you return,
to the root beneath thought,
to the silence that knew you
before your name.





Home Before breath learned your name,you were the hush beneath it.A softness without center—spilling as sky,rooting as s...
14/07/2026

Home

Before breath learned your name,
you were the hush beneath it.
A softness without center—
spilling as sky,
rooting as stone,
opening as everything.
No path brought you here.
No step could.
The mountain does not hold you—
it is the shape
of your own vastness
remembering itself.
What you called “away”
was a dream of edges.
Here—
even the longing dissolves,
like mist returning
to what it never left.





Nature is Love 💖Between the mountain and the skysomething in me loosens—like a knotI didn’t know I carried.The lake hold...
01/07/2026

Nature is Love 💖

Between the mountain and the sky
something in me loosens—
like a knot
I didn’t know I carried.
The lake holds the silence
without effort,
without question,
and I begin to understand
what it means
to simply be.
No reaching,
no becoming—
just this breath,
this light,
this quiet remembering
that love was never found…
it was always here.





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