दर्शन, philosophy, Spiritual

Divinity in Stone

We pray to God in a form that makes us connect with the higher power in an easy manner. Idols made of stone are the most commonly seen in every temple or under a sacred tree or a siddh place. I chanced to witness this beautiful ganesha idol at a stone art workshop and it immediately caught my attention. A flow of bhakti bhaav poured out from deep inside, in the form of poetry.

The countenance of abundance,

But a stance of minimalism,

Your demeanor exhumes unbridled joy,

And a charm so serene,

I gaze in awe at your magnetism,

As I feel the divine aura,

Touch my mortal existence,

Bringing it a step closer,

To the reality of this life,

Yet obscuring its fullness,

Leaving room for bhakti to evolve,

With patience and purity.

bhakti : divinity : ganesha

philosophy, poetry, Spiritual

The call of the divine

How one experiences the divinity is a mystery in itself. But whatever be the experience, it’s worth sharing. I am sharing my experience in the form of a short poem.

The morning temple bells,
And the breezy lake side,
The lemony fresh sky,
And the fragrant marigold petals,
The ivory conch echoes,
And the invigorating mantra sounds,
The soothing camphor fire,
And the cleansing holy water,
The clamor of the devotees,
Brought to a dead silence,
By the sheer divine presence,
Not outside as a diety, but within oneself.

divinity : existence : bliss

poetry

Butterfly

Have you ever observed the magic of a butterfly and how the flowers bloom with it’s touch? Let’s experience it through poetry.

The Lines

These soft lemony flowers, bright and fresh, 

This shaded green foliage, a beautiful mesh, 

Attracts this petite aviator of the low skies, 

To share tainted secrets and misconstrued lies, 

To reveal how humans oft distort reality, 

As an attribute of their mortal frailty. 

As I look in awe, 

At these cohorts exhibiting acts of sorcery, 

In a language beyond human glossary.

I wonder, 

Nature has its own way of expression, 

A language beyond human comprehension, 

Which leaves a spray of an illusionary impression,

On the minds clogged by filthy grains of aggression.

I ponder a little and realize, 

Nature calls us in ways innumerable, 

To unfold what’s hidden, in ways unimaginable. 

But we remain deaf to this song of existence, 

Which flows unhindered without any resistance, 

And we turn a blind eye to this divinity’s  dance, 

Missing this very golden chance, 

Of experiencing a zesty trance, 

And relishing this magnificent happenstance.


I smile in joy, 

At this resplendence of knowing, 

The consequence of sowing, 

The seeds of curiousity, 

Which burst into enormity, 

Erasing the darkness of ignorance, 

With it’s revelatory illuminance. 

The butterfly makes the flower, 

Bloom and shine like an earthy star, 

And the flower makes the butterfly glimmer, 

Like a sprinkled florid shimmer. 

Their proximity is a stay so brief,

But the emotions linger on a  belief

That a beautiful blend it is,

Like an everlasting bliss, 

Of an unconditional love, 

So profound and deep, 

Reminding one, 

That distance is left, 

With only feelings to keep, 

As a token of that conjunction,  

Where memories form the foundation, 

And faith, the pillars of affirmation, 

To make this residual life, a marvelous

construction.

BUTTERFLY: FLOWER: NATURE

inspiration, poetry

Ode to the Divinity

Ever wondered why is there an urge to experience divinity? It is because we are not merely a part of it, but we are the divinity itself. An ode to the divinity- a poet’s rendition.

My experience with divinity

The Lines

The fragrance of this whiff,

Calm sandalwood infused incense,

The warmth of this fire,

Sacred oil lighted tangerine flame,

And, the gesture of these fingers,

Wise mudra signifying willingness,

That of a seeker, a learner.

A mortal’s completeness,

Is a journey towards divinity,

On a path of abandonment,

Traversed in a vehicle of discretion,

Between a phenomenal illusion,

And the truth of the neumona.

As I hold this breath,

And focus at the sacred fire,

Attuning my auditory faculties,

To the frequency of bliss,

I emerge from an abyss,

Like a vivacious spring,

Spurting into a beautiful form,

One of a mesmerizing divine aura,

And I stay there in equanimity,

Surpassing spatio-temporal limitations,

And merging with the limitless,

In the realms of cosmic existence,

The reality of the spirit-

Is this very experience,

This mortal physicality-

It is a frivolous occurrence.

DIVINITY: BLISS: ODE