Why the best can never be found in the external world?

What we call and see as best normally isn't the one.

The best is in the unspoken, unseen, unheard,...

The diamond will always remain hidden unless manually extracted.

Have see the best among people have no desire to express, share or display.

While some, preach desire less but deeply attached to exposure.

To be seen, heard, known,....

The best of the scientist, practitioner, performer, man of knowledge

Will have no yearning for external validation.

Trust me, when the Self is realized, not remains to be spoken, heard, seen, attained...

A quick litmus test to check the level of realization of someone.

Is to note if he attempts to be heard, see, to explain, to advise, to reason.

All these nullifies for a self-realized person.

As he has seen That eye, through which the eyes see,

As he has heard That ear, through which the ear hears and so on....

Never trust words, either of mine or of anyone.

Anybody can claim to be anything.

Few times I met some who are so good.

But they are so lost in themselves that they have no yearning for display.

But there is a way to realize the best, though it is impossibly difficult.

My real self, that is infinite, unperceivable, but that's being my True nature.

One whom I found and loved was hidden with unexplainable beauty.

Never would I have known her had I not seen her.

He concealment, modesty, aversion towards the world was that made her ever so beautiful


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