Retracing the path

I walk on the road without any effort.

I feel the thoughts pass through me as simply as I feel the earth below, responding to my foot steps.

Music from a nearby Puja Pandal fill my ears.

There is a joy in the air.

Every one knows what is happiness.

And its many variants, joy, bliss, pleasure.

Ananda comes most easily to us.

Being conscious of oneself is an act of self-reference.

I get it, eventually.

To know oneself is a breakthrough, sort of.

To know that one existence has multiplied itself and projected itself in various forms.

To be the point which is at the center of the universe.

And also the point at its periphery.

It is like a child growing from being happy to being aware of oneself to being a complete person.

I retrace the path from Ananda to Chit to Sat.