2. The Empty Boat.

 I keep saying and doing the same thing.

“When I enter the temple, I disconnect from the world.”

“When I step out, I reconnect.”

I’ve been repeating this since infinity _(Anant Kaal)_.

Entering. Exiting. Detaching. Reattaching.

An infinite loop.

And somehow, I still expect a different outcome, always!

Let me "Pause" for a moment.

If this cycle has no beginning, and I continue it unchanged, how exactly do I imagine it will end?

That question itself shakes me up.

What I call the"World"; Where is it really?

Outside me?

Or operating within me?

I go to sacred spaces searching for silence, blaming noise on streets, people, responsibilities, circumstances. 

I treat peace like a location; as if it lives inside the People, their behaviour, External factors, Stone walls and disappears the moment I cross the gate.

Here I remember the story of "Empty boat".

A man rows into the middle of a calm lake to meditate.

Absolute stillness. Perfect conditions.

Then suddenly.... _"Bangggg"_. 

His boat is hit from behind.

Anger rises instantly. Words form. Judgment appears.

He turns around, ready to explode.

And sees….. An "Empty Boat"

No person. No intention. No enemy.

Just drift.

In that moment, something breaks open.

He realizes that the disturbance never came from outside.

The noise was already within; inside him.

His beliefs.

His expectations.

His attachments.

His _raag_ and _dwesh_.

His stored reactions waiting for a trigger.

And overall whatever he felt was "His".

The empty boat merely touched what was already there.

That’s when it hits me.

The world I keep blaming is nothing but an empty boat.

People bump into me. Situations collide with my plans. Life refuses to behave.

And every time, I react as if someone is attacking me.

However, it is:

Just a movement.

Merely a flow.

Only a causality.

It is my inner turbulence that gives it "meaning".

So what am I really doing when I go to the temple?

Am I touching the silence or temporarily suppressing the "noise" that I have tagged it as noise?

Am I disconnecting from the "world" or taking a short break from myself?

...because the moment I step out, everything returns.

Same triggers.

Same reactions.

Same stories.

This tells me something that can make me feel "uncomfortable":

I never left the world.

I carried it with me.

If peace depends on geography, it is fragile.

If silence depends on surroundings, it is borrowed.

If calmness depends on people / their behavior, it is foolishness.

Real disconnection is not from traffic, people, or responsibilities.

It is from unawareness / unconsciousness.

Until I see this, I will keep performing the same ritual:

Enter sacred space → feel calm → exit → react → blame the world → repeat.

Infinity minus awareness equals infinity more of the same.

This is not philosophy.

This is an alarm; an alarm for myself as in the "real identity"

The temple is not the answer.

The lake is not the solution.

The empty boat is not the problem.

The invitation is simple and ruthless:

I got to see where the noise truly lives.

I have an open choice to "Witness" it.

Not fix it. 

Not justify it. 

Not decorate it.

Just see...

Because...

the day I realize the world is not attacking me…

the day I see every collision as an empty boat…

That is the day the "cycle" quietly breaks...

Not visible anywhere outside...

*Within !!!*