Journey to the eternity

My daughter from the heavens... Dear sister of celestial trials... How could I ever lose you in the chaos of time and place? Did we not find each other in the solace of the Divine heart? Did we not rise from the debris and storm, reborn in spirit and form? Oh, my love, like monsoon’s gentle drizzle; Pour thy joy upon this barren land! O weapon of the Goddess!  In your tears or laughter; Lighten the Cosmos with your vibrant colors! Your eyes awaken serenity, Your voice spills magic, Your heart, it pens poems. Time shall pass, we all shall pass, even if the world may fade traceless— These footprints of love, we leave in the temple of the Goddess; Shall guide the travellers of the eternal way. Hold my hand, Walk with me,  O my Angel divine. This is but another dream... Before the awakening of dawn.

Breeze doesn't claim while soothing, The Sun doesn't claim when he spreads light, Mother Earth doesn't claim the fragrance she emits, Not even animals remember the joy they give. Why then, only the human mind is obsessed with being the giver or receiver? Who is charitable, generous, loving? — What myth this mind is! The vessel that exists to realise… thinks? The bridge that exists to pass over… beholds? Dwijaha, just be: As thee eternally been. Just a speck of cosmic dust in the breath of the eternity.

Flow within, knew no bounds of time, and fingers ooze glow Love is all a theme more felt, less known, far less expressed, how A poor man guised as a normal being, laden with expectations of others Disguised by his skin, do you also see his heart, or only judge him by his words and actions?  Heart's actions go unplanned, ungauged, unintended, untangled, untimed Straight from spirit, that sees the beyond, timeless, detached, love-drenched. You're not my object of love, you're a part of the love for ages You're not the aim of my will, but we are cells of promised destiny  You see me, and see me to see you, when I am You, how do you see? I feel you in me, but if you feel me apart from you, how am I to solve? Let's solve this in silence. I go to my shell, meditating on my heart. Let's understand this in reverence,  holiness is not analysed, it's felt deep in the heart.

Manifesting the Atma... Conditioning narrows the window of reality.. it puts the whole in a tiny box and believes it has contained the Whole. Any & every ambition is a blot on the attention... Pure attention has only one purpose - to be the vehicle of the Divine/ unconscious.The residue of blots in the attention builds the body of conditionings. The misidentifications are a manifestation of such conditionings; Such conditionings don't let the spirit to manifest unbound, thereby the cup that beholds the potential to manifest the whole becomes a limited expression of the infinite.  And the grand plan limits itself to a life series of up few trivial events with an exhausted attention lost in the pursuits of goal that's not meant to be the soul's vocation.

Shri Mataji, please forgive us, this humanity, the people of this great nation, for harming Mother Shri Bhoomi Devi, knowingly and unknowingly. Forgive us, for we have plundered all Her wealth unceasingly, for we have abused Her with all plastics and things unnatural, for we have made Her soils infertile with our unholiness and chemicals. The abundant nature, flora, and fauna are dying slowly. Forgive us again and again, for we have played into the hands of greedy corporates and politicians, that we, too, played a part in destroying Her purity and fragrance. Forgive us, Mother, for we forgot to recognise Your beauty in all nature, and respect the manifestations of art forms that are handmade and heart-born, inspired by the beauty of the Spirit. Last but not the least, forgive my countrymen, despite being born in this great Yoga Bhoomi, who have been running after matter, rather than seeking their Spirit. Bless us, O Great Goddess; Thy benevolent Love, with holy rains that nourish the l...

I went on a journey to a mountain high above the sea— the sea that became the mountain where all the gods reside. And this abode of the Goddess is deep within the core of my heart. The music of the heart—quiet, gentle, and ever moving. The movement that dissolves the entire cosmos in joyful ecstasy. The bliss that wraps every being, every moment of creation and dissolution. The joy that wraps the beginning and end of time and makes the time endless in eternity. What is truth is simple. What is simple is truth. What is hidden is reality, and what is revealed is reality. What's so real about sitting quietly in meditation? The body, firmly sit, surrenders to the Almighty Goddess on the surface of the Grand Mother Earth— hands open, hearts with a humble prayer to be absorbed in the Reality. What Reality offers is something that is not to be asked for, it is not to be demanded of, it is not to be longed for— it is what it is. The eternal flow of joy wraps this cosmos— the en...