Circumambulation

Around the fire in Earth!
With the blessed rain falling on the blessed devotees
In the blissful glance of the benevolent Goddess
The blessed love invigorated those Pure Saints
Invigorate you and me
We move on in Our Prayer
In Circumambulation with utmost reverence and silence
Slow and gentle as would the moon move over his Mother
Cool and light... Full and bright!

Exploration of True Love

It was a moment when Golden rays from the Cosmos anointed the dawn-
While the chilly breeze continuing to shrill the whole atmosphere;
Here, fell those dew drenched flowers from an unacquainted tree!
Showering my petty existence with an unknown Joy which spurted the spirit!
Here I am revealed through a Question-
What “connection” springs Nature unto us?
That benediction onto the sight of within and beyond!
Mother Nature!
Numerous ways and means-
She forms & deforms…
Just to shower the feel of true joy on each and every of her child!
Is this not an act of what is “True love”?

VEDIC AGE (SATYA YUGA) – circa 7000 BC

Those pure and simple Men and Women;
Decorated the banks of the mighty rivers of Vedic peninsula!
Discovering in humility, the mysteries of Creator and HIS existence…

They grew fires that burnt the straws of Ignorance, millions of ages thereon!
Their existence earthed in all auspiciousness and dignity -
The oceanic heart paralleled the Infinity of the sky engulfed in love!

Knowledge fountainhead in them with all her elegance
Realizing greatest of Truth’s in self-experience,
No sermon or magic convinced them!

For these living prophecies, the thoughts of mind mattered the least -
For their legacy poured from regions where no thought ever reached!
They ever aimed of life beyond heavens and hell;

Beyond the dualities of this or that, they cherished in richness of all selfless love and harmony
Their moments breathed in the admiration of Almighty’s might
Be it creation, existence or destruction!

Numerous paths but One Aim had they -
That journey towards the Eternal Bliss!
Which God has to Preach through numerous of HER sons in the Ages that came!

Where dost thou search?

Where dost thou search for treasures?
Oh brethren!
Come of the Illusionary traps
You go in search of great wealth,
building great dreams of ambitions !
You pursue everything knocking head at will!
To probe the science of the future!
or
Melt yourself in the cries of your lost past!

Where thou the Swing has taken you?
Either to make you float or get buried down in debris!

Where dost thou find relaxation and comfort?
In smoke or wine?

Open your eyes and awaken yourself to see the truth of the Age!
Here in the lap of the Almighty mother -
Nothing to do or undo!
Just, be a string to be tuned!
Be the Clay to be mould!