Papaji- | Nothing Ever Happened -life Of

She wrote in her notebook: “Nothing ever happened.”

“When I was seven,” he said finally, “I lost my favorite marble. A blue one. I cried for three days. Then I forgot.” Nothing Ever Happened -life of Papaji-

All of it, still happening. None of it, ever new. “Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. And if anyone asks what happened—smile and say: Nothing at all.” — Papaji (probably) She wrote in her notebook: “Nothing ever happened