Journey to the eternity

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.

Shri Mataji – This is my prayer ever to Thee: Keep my Heart, Thy abode! Shri Mataji – Empty my heart of my limited love and desires, for Thy love to shine! Shri Mataji – Let me love the way Thee love all Thy creations. Let my love embrace every known being and form, and expand in eternity to all that's unknown! Shri Mataji, only You know – All Our soul's longings of the past, And aspirations for the future. Shri Mataji – Please comfort my heart and soul; relieve me of all pain and burdens, so that I could love all Your creation unblemished . Let this present moment expand to eternity , And give us the meaning of our lives. Let this frail attention and deceptive brain find their dissolution in Thy love! For dear Shri Mataji – We have no desire But to behold Thy abode, deep in our hearts, in eternal love !

Why does a drama (every event whether suffering or jubilation), often precede major changes in our lives? Why is it that even every Divine Incarnation's message and life have been delivered through drama? Evolution is intrinsically dramatic. Without shaking up our inertia , how can truth be unveiled? What is the nature of drama that allows evolution to unfold? It is the expansion of the heart. How then can one behold the truth and evolve? 1. Meditation in Self-Realisation. 2. Intensely honest introspection , the courage to face one's inner demons, day in and day out. 3. Holding onto inner wisdom , the gift of meditation and introspection; the unwavering clarity that denies all but the pure Self as the true essence of life.

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 conditioning. The misidentifications are a manifestation of such conditionings; Such conditionings don't let the spirit 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 a few trivial events with an exhausted attention lost in the pursuits of a 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...