” Jaki rahi bhavna jaisi Prabhu murat dekhi tin taisi”
Different expressions of the one divine source. Paths are different, Destination is the same. Therefore, so many gods in hinduism. Therefore so many rituals, festivals, mantras But a truly spiritual person will go beyond all this. He will move towards experiencing shunyata- A state of nothingness (The essence of one’s existence).
Have you ever observed how things have layers to them. It is just a matter of range, and scale. What’s not evident doesn’t imply it doesn’t exist.Another dream of a beautiful evening sky, a palette of blues and greens, with undertones of greys and blacks. As I saw this, I felt an urge to go beyond this layer, and see what’s beneath. There is something enticing about the hidden. Tried sharing the same through a poem.
This beautiful sky above,
With shades of blue-
A stolen hue from the peacock’s feathers,
A grabbed tone from the nordic seas,
And a snatched tint from the crystals of Ceylon.
The greens look subdued,
But still asserting their presence,
With a mix of mountain jungles and the muddy water stains.
Dreams are a encounters of a different kind. Sometimes purely blissful, sometimes horrifying to the core. I share one such dream I had last night. What better way than by expressing it in the form a poem.
Another dreamy encounter,
As I reach in a jiffy,
A far away terrain, Sun’s radiating gloriously, A beautiful mesh of rays, Covering this earth,
Like a bride’s veil, Beautiful when worn, And even more beautiful, When lifted.
A tiny amber boulder, Near the magenta blossoms, Invites me to a soirée, Filled with fantasies, Andlores,