Or perhaps, about the one who listens.
There is no name here. No face. No credentials.
This blog is written by one who practices—not to become someone, but to disappear into presence. What you read here is not teaching, but sharing. Not expertise, but lived experience—quietly offered, without ownership.
I walk a path shaped by the profound stillness of Buddhist traditions, especially Vajrayana. Though I was born into the vast and beautiful currents of Hindu spirituality, it was mindfulness that first welcomed me when I was adrift—offering something immediate, grounding, and real. Long before I understood what a path even meant, mindfulness helped me take the first step. I still believe it’s one of the gentlest places to begin when the heart is uncertain.
This journey is not confined to any one lineage. It is nourished by silence, mantra, ritual, and the felt presence of the sacred in many forms—be they wrathful protectors, peaceful Buddhas, or the breath itself.
This blog is my offering to the Now. If it supports your own return to presence, the purpose is fulfilled.
I remain behind the veil, not from secrecy, but devotion. Let the words matter only if they help you remember something timeless in yourself.
Drift gently. Return often.
There is only this moment.