Shikhar Vijeet

human trying to be human

[thepeakvijeet]

རི་རྩེར་འཛེགས་པར་འདོད་ན།

རང་སེམས་འོད་གསལ་བཟུང་བས།

དེ་ལྟར་སྒོམ་པ་བྱས་པས།

རི་རྩེར་འཛེགས་པ་འགྲུབ།

If you wish to climb the Sìkharā/peak,

hold to the luminosity of your own mind,

by practicing thus,

the ascent to the sìkharā is accomplished.

[thepeakvijeet]

A young ascetic once thought he had found truth.

After years of penance, he had gained powers, even burnt a bird to ashes in anger. He believed he was close to enlightenment.

But then… a housewife made him wait.

She calmly told him: “I am not that bird.”

Confused and humbled, he was sent to learn from a butcher, the teacher he never expected.

That butcher, in the , didn’t speak of renouncing the world. He spoke of staying in it, of doing one’s duty with honesty, discipline, and without ego.

Serving his parents. Doing his work. Living with integrity.

No pride. No escape. No shortcuts.

And suddenly, the ascetic realized, it wasn’t power that made him wise, it was the lack of humility that kept him ignorant.

[thepeakvijeet]

I keep searching for myself in reflections, in people, in memories, in the quiet spaces between thoughts.

But whispers something unsettling,

there is no “other” place to look.

The observer and the observed,

the seeker and the sought,

Maybe I just mistook the noise for my name.

all collapse into one still point I keep overlooking.

Maybe I was never lost.

And in the end, what I call “I”

is just a wave briefly forgetting

it has always been the ocean.