What are we?

We are not our body. Why?

When our mother conceived us till we developed limbs and a body, we existed. The body metamorphoses. We exist in that body.

We are not our mind/consciousness. Why?

When we are asleep, we are still alive. When we are in deep sleep, we cannot recall the time that passed or our thoughts during that time (dreams fade when we regain consciousness and many a times, we fail to fully describe our dreams in detail when lucid).

So what are we? Life? Soul?

The energy that pervades and powers the body and mind

Is this energy eternal? Did it and will it always exist with a body or without?

Yes it has to be eternal and linked somehow with creation itself.

Otherwise life becomes an accidental coming-together of chemicals at the right time at the right place. But sheer sustenance, evolution and cohabitation of life forms to present day variations suggest a pattern of intelligent design.

So is this energy the creator?

But the sheer scale and design of the universe and the conception of life argues for a greater mind at work; a mind that spontaneously creates – as an extension of its perfection. This entity is neither constrained by form nor is found wanting of resources, performing its functions as effortlessly as the sentient beings breathe.

Life owes its existence to this entity. 

Divinity In You

Most of us are aware by now that each of us is more than just sum/agglomeration of his/her parts - by parts, I include organic and the mind (consciousness). 

There is an energy source that drives all our actions which some call 'life' and others - 'soul'. 

And this 'life', unfortunately, refuses to accept a body for too long. It flows in and out like air inside a flute that brings out sweet music (as Tagore puts it). 

But who is blowing this air into the flute? The key is to understand, the music never stops. Only the flutes are changed for the better. 

So you are touched by that divinity which is invisible just like the air but which brings out great music that soothes and heals. 

But one thing to realize is the flute on its own cannot produce music. The air (assuming it is eternal and flowing forever in all directions) might produce sounds when it passes through the flute. But music with its rhythms and tunes are impossible without the flautist. 

And the music never stops. The flautist is never tired. The tunes are different, sometimes melancholy, sometimes melody, but the music never stops.