If I ask you, what is the essence of the flute—what would your answer be?

Is it the wood from which it is made? Is it the perfectly spaced holes in the wood that produce the notes? Or is it the stream of Air that moves through the holes and creates the Songs? Songs? Yes, infinitely many Songs. In fact, there is no end.

It is the formless Air.

In a similar way, your body is the flute, and Consciousness is the Air. The perfect flow of Air is the Presence. Presence is the essence. The same Presence was the Buddha, Ramana, Osho, JK, you, and me. The form decays, withers, and disintegrates. The Presence shines forth. Always!

But the important question is: do you know it for yourself? Or are you just taking my words for it and repeating them?