The Experience of Liberation

There is a familiar story. Hundreds of starfish had washed ashore and lay stranded on the sand. A boy was picking them up one by one and throwing them back into the sea. An old man came by and said—"What difference will it make to throw back a few among so many?"

Without pausing, the boy tossed another starfish into the water and replied—"It makes a difference to that one."

Human life, too, resembles those starfish. Carried by the currents of society, most souls come to rest on the sand, encased in the dried shell of ego. Their movements are governed by social conventions, bound by the fetters of artificial conduct.

Yet sometimes a resonance stirs in certain hearts—the call of an invisible ocean echoes through them. Then they begin to seek the way back. There, a wakened guide bears witness—the path home exists.

On that journey of return, an eternal truth reveals itself—ego is, after all, soluble in water. Once one returns to the boundless ocean of love, ego dissolves, the separate self vanishes. What remains then is only an indivisible union with the sea itself.

And that experience alone is true liberation.