As I sit by the airplane window, my heart overflows with wonder at the landscape below. The cities appear like miniature blueprints of human ambition and creativity. Roads branch like veins. Buildings cluster like stardust. From this height – life that is usually so fast and vast, feels small and silent. No noise, no rush, no deadlines. Only patterns.

Around me, the clouds drift like sacred veils. Beyond them lies an endless sky, a vast, mysterious expanse that cradles not only this planet but countless others I cannot see.

In the midst of this, I sit. One human being among billions, suspended in a metal bird between earth and sky.

This is not the first time I’ve flown through the skies in awe. Yet every time, this sight stirs something deep within. Why does it awaken such wonder in my mind?

Today, I am flying back home from a weeklong spiritual retreat at the Art of Living ashram in Boone, North Carolina. The Sanyam program was a transformational experience, a journey into the vastness within, into a world of stillness, possibilities, and quiet miracles.

As I watch the world through the airplane window today, I sense that the wonder is not just in what I see, but in the stillness that rises within me when I see it.

Gazing upon this vast creation, I realize, the same vastness exists within. The outer sky mirrors the inner sky. The wonder I feel is not about the view, It is about what I remember when I see it.

And as I return to the rhythm of everyday life, I carry this with me,

As is the macrocosm, so is the microcosm. As is the universe, so is the soul within.”

– Upanishads

May this remembrance continue to rise, in silence, in stillness, in wonder.