Eckhart Tolle on The Hour with George Stroumboulopoulos

looking at the cemented structures all around ..

ye kya machino ki tarah ek jaise bane firtey ho,

thodi apni kami bhi le aao..yun hi.. kuch yahan, kuch wahan..

tab kuch zindagi barse..

to all the attacks on my ego..

tum agar mujhe na milaate mitti mein

yun hi yun hi, yun baar baar

kaise mil paati apni janani se mein

aur kaise ho paata ye nav nirman..

Process..

Without knowing myself,

how can I know the World?

Without correcting myself,

how can I correct the world around?

whats correct, whats uncorrect ?

I am not the right one to tell..

Without trusting myself,

can I even begin to trust others..

I am right and you are wrong,

isn't that the root of suffering?

Silence

Hours of inner silence.. spent..

to wonder, how silent would be the source of Silence?

That all things are taking place in this silence,

and all contains an inherent silence masked with thoughts,

emotions, ideas, concepts, doings, non-doings..

That how patient would have been this silence,

to let all of these grow on her,

even then Silence remains silent,

and is just pure, unadulterated Silence!

random random

When there was rain,

there existed no pain,

its only when the rains stopped

that the hearts did beat still got choked.

No, its isn't me only who suffers,

all of us do fumble and are duffers.

Yes, bring me the man,

who KNOWS he can.

Random thoughts

What do I do,

When I got no clue,

What do I do?

Or what do I need .. to do,

when I don't want to work or do.. or do..

make me red,

make me yellow,

I ain't no one but

a dirty old fellow..

speak not to me,

you stupid piece of meat,

you are something which

I don't even want to eat.

run away, go away,

I don't need you anymore,

for what do I do,

I don't have a bloody clue..