Amor fati

Let me embrace Compassion, for each of us carries burdens unspoken. Let me feel them in my heart, and not judge what I cannot see.

Let me be absolutely Grateful, for every experience—the good, the bad, and the ugly— have arrived as messengers of the Divine, shaping art out of ordinary clay.

May I become Humble, for I have only one desire left: to become a child again. To return to my Divine Mother's womb — innocent, sweet, humble, and wise, without even knowing that I am any of these.

Now

Sow silence in the sands of time,

Harvest eternity from the mines of life.

Let go of what’s gone,

Let come what may.

Be here, now.

Becoming...

In my pursuit of becoming, I became someone.

That someone, who was apart from everyone.

He sought in many that someone;

Anyone who was not that someone brought his unbecoming --

A battleground where judgments and reactions foul-played.

He thought he had become a mirror that could reflect others in him.

Poor him— he remained raw and unripened, unbecame once again.

Her grace won't leave him too soon through... He began again the journey of becoming.

But now, knowing he is in everyone and everyone is in him, and his journey is no more becoming anyone or someone!

He could only love, not judge.

He could only thank, not react.

He could only humble down—

not claim to become or unbecome anymore...

Who am I?

I am human.

I am broken.

I am bruised.

Expectations break me.

Guilt weakens my journey.

I ruminate.

I cry.

I seek comfort.

I seek company.

I seek shoulders.

I seek recourse.

I want to rise again —

not to repeat what broke me,

not in blame that cannot heal me,

not in denial,

But in the acceptance of my faults.

I master truth by facing it.

I become light by recognising my shadow.

I am human, but

That is the 'myth'.

I am meant to uncover and let manifest

the shining light of Spirit within me.

But then, who am I, truly?

I am eternally joyful —

Pure Spirit, absolutely detached.

A fragment of cosmic dust,

yet full of love.

Every particle I touch

glimmers with fragrance.

Every particle that touches me

becomes divine dust.

I am a perpetual reality,

born of Absolute Love!

My Mother, Shri AdiShakti!

My Father, Shri SadāShiva!!

Resurrection

The darkening clouds spare not even the mighty Sun;

Who escapes the shadows, but who can forever evade the Light!

Shri Mataji, Thou resurrected me both in night and in light;

Shri Mataji, Thy mercy is eternal, through time and beyond eternity.

Please undo all my past once and for all; kindly forgive me and resurrect me again in Thy chaste Love, Shri Mataji.

Please wash and regenerate me in Thy chaste Love;

the Love that brings this entire Cosmos to life,

embellished in the Being of Shri Ganesh!

Let my eyes radiate Thy chaste Love.

Let my hands ooze Thy chaste Love.

Let my every pore and particle sparkle in Thy chaste Love.

Let my every action and non-action manifest Thy Love.

Let Thy chaste Love be my decoration.

Let Thy chaste Love be my expression.

Let Thy chaste Love be my embrace.

Let Thy chaste Love be my connection to every being and non-being in this Universe and beyond.

Let every being and non-being, in all Universes, connect to me through the bondage of Thy chaste Love.

In life or in death, let me be known or unknown, remembered or forgotten —

only in the worship and celebration of Thy Chaste Love. ❤️

Harvest

Forever in gratitude at the Lotus Feet of the Great Mother! 🙏

For all the penance of all past lives, immense gifts have already been granted.

All that this world could offer — many pleasures and a few many pains — have been bestowed and experienced.

Moments of great pride and deep guilt did pass in trails...

Now, I stand before a vast, wide field ready for harvest.

I watch with awe, yet with self-doubt if I even deserve the sight.

Not to bother Providence to orchestrate dramatic conflicts and resolutions anymore.

What’s next in this journey?

While the Gifts already granted continue to return in rich dividends... let the life's work begin.

Let the harvest start, without waiting for help or companionship.

The field stretches endlessly — the very vision wearies the eyes.

Yet, a few sheaves gathered each day shall suffice...

For this field, after all, is wrapped in an Ocean of loud silence,

and the tool for harvest — is this body and its five senses.

Oh dear Mother merciful Goddess!

be the limbs that moves,

the heart that knows,

and the head that loves. 🙏

Waves of pain & joy

How can I lose what I never had,

never would have,

and yet always have?

If you are ever in me,

I must keep finding your love within;

Every pure emotion felt,

the lap my eyes shall come to rest.

If I was ever in you, keep finding my strength carry you.

Every gentle care you offer,

is the shoulder where your head rests, in the arms of my safe presence.

Just stay…

In my heart.

As this poetry.

I walk, adoring the Love - my means and the destination, towards 

Our Divine Mother!

This drop dissolves in the eternal ocean - 

deeply serene, yet with waves

that are both pain and joy.