Peace within = Ketu’s detachment mastered

There is a silence deeper than rest, a stillness beyond thought. It does not soothe, nor does it comfort. It simply is. Some call it emptiness. Others call it freedom.

Ketu moves without attachment, unbound by want, untouched by praise. It strips away illusion, peeling back layers of identity, of longing, of self. What remains? A quiet void, vast and endless. Is this peace? Or is it simply the absence of all we once held dear?

The world teaches us to seek—to gather, to build, to define. We shape ourselves with names, with stories, with purpose. We chase meaning in love, in work, in dreams. But Ketu’s lesson is different. It asks: What if none of it matters? What if release, not pursuit, is the path to truth?

To let go is not to lose. To be unburdened is not to be empty. Yet, the mind resists. We fear the quiet, the space where ego dissolves. If we surrender all that defines us, do we still exist? Or do we fade into nothing, forgotten even by ourselves?

Some say wisdom brings peace, that knowing is enough. But knowledge alone does not heal. It does not fill the hollow spaces within.

So, is detachment a gift, or a loss? A doorway to truth, or an escape? Perhaps neither. Perhaps peace is not found in holding on or letting go, but in resting between the two. To be here, without seeking. To exist, without needing.

And maybe, in that space—where identity fades, where silence hums, where nothing is asked of us—we find the calm we never knew we needed.