the crimson crest and twinkling trough

Beyond the hardened discreetness
Of efforts & results, of past & present, of likes & dislikes,
Silently flows in the backdrop
The incessant, eternal, flow of life
With its crimson crest and twinkling trough,
Throbbing with promises, potentials, possibilities & opportunities.

The crimson crest and the twinkling troughs,
show vantage points varied,
engendering horizons & dimensions anew,
Only to hold in front
An ever-dynamic, ever-vibrant,
kaleidoscope of the symphony
Of a humbling harmony – The life!

The body, the events, the world, the people
All fly being hurtled through space, by the spining earth,
In the ever expanding multiverse of galaxies vast.
None in our control! But the mind –
A multi purpose vehicle,
To learn to ride and control!

When yesterday becomes a part of the today,
And when the toil of today builds the mould of tomorrow,
When likes weaken and dislikes strengthen,
What remains is a continuum of presence – yesterday, today & tomorrow.
As an incessant, eternal flow of the vital throbbing life,
with its crimson crests and twinkling trough.

the continuum of pain and joy

pain and joy

it is sometimes enlightening to see the continuum of pain and joy. once a yoga practitioner, is adept with the asanas, the pain of the stretch is experienced as joy to her. the pain of the blood rushing in, and being breathless, but still being able to maintain the slow and deep rhythm of breath is extremely difficult. but appears joyous; but ofcourse painful. after completing that long marathon, the piercing pain of the accumulated lactic acid and muscles own means of doing anaerobic respiration is painful, but is joyous. the joy is more intrinsic rather than anything else. it is about being connected to that deep seated nerve say on the left of the shin bone, deep inside the muscles lining it. or for that matter, being able to feel one’s heart touching one’s inner viscera of the chest. that soft pain, makes us aware of our brethren i side us, standing firm to protect and strengthen us, so that we can pass on that gratitude to others in the world and beyond with our service, exploration, experimentation and toil.

the most pleasurable act for human – the act of sex, itself is an extremely painful and arduous regime. the continuum of pain and joy is so vivid and intricate in this situation! the lovers experiencing orgasm is in a rollercoaster of a mind shattering pain, and an enlivening and expanding joy. one loses the sense of that little ego caged in bone and flesh, and expands out to an incomprehensible, ever expansive, limitless openness, where there is no form, there is no name. only what remains is just that dance, that motion, that symphony, the music of the moans..

same is the case with a student of a complex domain of study. it is arduously and humiliatingly painful to go through those initial days struggling with the fundamentals of that domain. but then, if the student perseveres, and goes through the initial corny pain, the continuity of joy and pain slowly emerges soon, one she starts applying the first principles and graduates into higher order thinking, and creating inferences and solving ever more complex problems. i. this entire journey as was with sex, she just rides the wave effortlessly, and jumps from one crescendo to the other.

interesting is the absence of the boundaries between paina dm joy. and ever more interesting is the discovery that none of these appears in their pure unadulterated form. wherever they exist, they exist as a continuum of one into the other, like a water into sandalwood powder, or honey in curd, or water in milk. one strengthens and completes the other.

the light of love

love is a personal affair.
a meditative affair.
with the self.

love is that brilliant bambino,
ever youthful and ever pure,
nurturing on trust and worship.
on respect and devotion.
on loyalty and meditation.
on space and freedom.
on guileless friendship,
on benevolent blessings.
on stubbornness to belong,
on the resolve to be one in spirit, 
to be one in soul.

the timeless brilliant bambino,
unchanging and eternal,
with that sage like stillness,
chuckles with her drooling lips,
on the shallow impermanence
of the effervescence of the fizzes,
of likes and dislikes,
of attraction and disgust,
of acceptance and rejection,
of connection and abandonment,
of honor and damnation,
of life and death.

like the beautiful moving shades
of vermillion, crimson, pink and red,
paints these nectar of life,
on the eternal, unchanging, spotless canvas.
the canvas of the eternal and immortal reason.
the one and only reason of life and creation,
the reason of love, 
the reason of freedom.

the throbbing hearts,
beating in that love, die.
beaten up by the vagaries 
of the ever changing seasons.
some die of forgetfulness,
some die by bleeding into hatred,
some injured by indifference,
in those dark lonely alleys abandonment.

but that music in his heart, remains ever new,
echoing and reverberating the universe and beyond,
music of that lightness of his soul,
music of that belongingness towards the other.
relaxed respite of that unbroken trust,
eternal and immortal.

the throbbing hearts die,
but the music remains.
for it inspires another soul to be born,
another heart to beat
in a new life to be formed,
again to be offered on the altar of worship
of love. only love.

wash my soul, O my Lord,
with that shower of the light of the music,
the light of love,
washing away my tiredness, 
my weaknesses, my death.

the best get together i had ever attended

it was the wedding of my dearest nephew. he is pretty accomplished, and more so, is among those few people i know in my life who has a heart of gold. not only it is a pleasure to know him, but also it has been a life time opportunity, being part of the family, to be able to connect so many beautiful people in one event.

the wedding was at the heritage site of the Taj group of hotels at Swabhumi at kolkata. it is a beautiful and inspiring heritage property of Bengal Renaissance that is now converted by the Taj group into a heritage hotel and group of convention centers. we danced, sang, talked, played, and connected with friends and family. and of course the sumptuous and delectable dishes spread at the buffet dinner was out of the world.

with all the merriment, i want to recollect the most heart touching experience i had in this entire wedding ceremony. it was on 14th may sunday night. it was mother’s day. the occasion was sangeet. i was doing the comparing, and all of them danced. several relatives and kids did dance. we had a dj hired. it was quite a good event, where we did rehearsals, planning, correct music selection, choreographing the dance and the final performance on stage. kids, cousins, relatives, brothers, sisters, all danced on a dance mix. it was great. 

the culminating experience was the last event. it was mother’s day night. we got cakes and invited my mother and bride’s grandmother to cut the cake. the dj played a beautiful song on mother from tare zameen par – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOK08cRwE6c

my mom was overwhelmed with the respect that the entire crowd was giving. all cheered her. i was with the microphone and was cheering happy mothers day and the excellent song on mother was being played in the background..i could see tears in all of the eyes in the audience!! people had tears of joy and gratitude for their moms, and they came on the stage and touched the feet of my mom and took her blessings. she was in tears as well. she kept blessing all, and fed them with the cake. even the camera man, left the camera and came to eat the cake from my mom as blessing, and he also touched her feet. i was in tears too. all were smiling, and had wet eyes, and cheeks. wow what a moment it was! there were about 100 odd people in the hall, and all were clapping, cheering, and praying for mothers with folded hands. they were all tapping their feet on this wonderful song. and swaying with love, bonding and belonging. my god! it was  divine experience!!

some photos of the event – https://50mmfilms.algomage.com/facerec/popin-and-shalini/results/fcb3c8b7ee574010ed9eff12ff

that human connection, that feeling of being part of a family, that delicate but robust bond of belonging, and above all that gratitude, love and feeling of being at ease within a sanctuary of togetherness and bond was mind blowing!!

feels overwhelmingly grateful..thank you Rom, thank you Didibhai, thank you Gudiya, thank you Milanda..Love you..

the opportunity

every passing moment,
like fleeting cloud,
keeps passing by,
like smoke, air, and nothingness.
like the unreal phantasma 
always changing its name and form.
like a fizz it originates, rises and vanishes.
in this ever changing, 
dream of nothingness to nothingness,
like the faces of ghosts,
sometimes, smile, love, compassion arises,
in those dark relaxed eyes, and smiling lips,
and sometimes, some ghostly face,
like a smoky ever changing sight,
out of the window of the speeding train,
shows up in the jiffy of change,
a monster earnestly ready to slurp the blood out of the heart, and squeeze the soul,
and at times, as an indifferent stone statue,
with a tight lip, head turned away, brow dead still. 

with all ever changing dances of life unreal,
decorating the existence,
with darkness and brightness taking their own turns,
something never ceases and stays ever youthful. 
the opportunity to expose our beautiful self,
a smile, a helpful gesture, a service,
that costs very little, and takes little time,
a conviction to engender the better side of the self, exude the good in us. 

that space of the choice,
the choice to take a breathe,
and respond out the best, the most beautiful, the absolute divine. 
that stubborn choice, 
stands tall, unchanged and eternal,
shedding its immortal gaze,
in peace, silence, and restfulness,
on the mad unreal everchanging chaos of life.

there is the opportunity,
the opportunity to hold on
to the never changing truth,
on the backdrop of an ever changing lie.

the connection

a constant companion,
always available and approachable,
but how to approach, and what to do,
know just few.

to be able to really belong to,
to be really connected to,
to be in the presence of,
to be and do, together
in unison and in unity,
with That,
the path that only
know just few

at time i get glimpse of That,
helping me, aiding me, gifting me,
with that eternal grace of a merciful gaze.
solving a problem, creating something, contributing someone
all just happens in an graceful eloquence,
unsoiled, undisturbed, untainted
by all hatred, distrust, anger, abandonment, inconsistencies,
– nature of nature!

the connection pristine, which appears as 100 angels,
coincidences, insights, a better code, an old friend, a fond memory,
a precious help, a silent song, an invisible truth.
the connection remains.
the connection strengthens.
the connection deepens.

thank you for holding my hand,
and embracing my bosom,
in your sanctuary of soul,
eternal, ethereal, enchanting.

the lie about contributing, and how to get over it.

1. the problem :

many a times, we get stuck in the trap of ‘life-lies’ in this game of contribution. the central them of adler’s philosophy is one needs to reach out to the other to contribute to them, and in turn that process of contribution creates a self worth, and courage that fuels the process. this helps them to belong to the other, and the community. thereby finding happiness.

before even contributing to the other, one needs to take few steps backward, and retrospect whether they have actually followed the pre-requisites of contribution. as adler puts forth in his framework, the steps towards belonging to community are as follows –

1. self acceptance.
2. confidence in other.
3. contributing to the other.
4. finding refuge in the other.

what about when the other person does not need our contribution? or for that matter, the other person is ‘ok’ without the us, trying to connect. or for that matter what-if the we do not actually need to connect to the other in any way, as the communities we actually belong are already starkly diverse, and any connection does not account for anything productive?

these are the few considerations that are important to conceive, retrospect, weigh out, before actually jumping on contributing. and excessive strong skew towards unwanted contributions go a long way to shred the entire fabric of what adler speaks about ‘harmony of life’. there is a balance that is needed. contribution and being contributed by the nourishment of belonging and creation of that feeling, ‘i am ok’ belonging to the community, has to go hand in hand.

a quick litmus test for escaping from the trap of the lie, in my opinion is to check whether one can publicly proclaim their contribution and intentions and at the same time, get a truthfully and concretely in reality vouch whether they are really in any way actually contributing, or rather creating further distress in the life of the other. for example, a non receptive parent can always keep shouting and scolding to the child thinking they are contributing. but actually then end up systematically devastating the child’s psyche in the long run. or for that matter, in a case of one sided relationships, one person can continue to stalk another person and be all along righteous of doing a “contribution” and relating to the person. but that is a big ‘life-lie’. actually they are just being parasitic, and trying to snatch out some self worth that they badly need, having bereft of it in entirety. such stalking mentality people are loners, who are outcasts already, and have not been able to belong to a larger community anyways. so, they look out for easy targets and try to impose themselves. similar examples can be seen with bosses who act as buddies with their teams. in name of contributing to the team, they make rules too lenient, and is unable to effectively and systematically challenge the team to go out of their comfort zone. contributions does not always take the same of creating a cozy and safe environment. contributions can take many shapes and shades, based on the situation.

in most of these slippery and illusive cases, the litmus test helps – check whether one can publicly proclaim their contributions and intentions, and have then really weighed out and neutrally seen how valuable is their contribution after all.

another point that is worth repeating is whether a relationship, or connection even is warranted or not. the entire world need not to belong to one team. all of the citizens of the country need not to work for the same organization. there would be differences in opinions, values, visions, and competitions between rival groups. forcibly trying to build bridges between incompatible and remote personalities and groups might be simply a drain of effort and time.

adler’s ‘separation of action’ comes handy here to reinforce that lie time and again. one might be prompted to continue to go in the wrong way, and continue to stalk the other person, or for that matter be offensive to the child, discounting all the cues the other are sending back in distress. ignoring or discarding the feedback and the action of the other, is aligned with the principle of ‘separation of action’. but in this case it defeats the purpose. instead of building bridges, it burns them between people. the situation becomes psychotic, and totally abnormal. it breeds animosity and toxicity and destroys the fabric of community, instead of building it.

2. the cause :

having understood the problem. let us explore on why such situations even come in the first place. why such logically simple things appear so difficult to judge at times. when such situations arise when we get overboard with trying to reach out to help others by forcing our un-solicited help? it is a common problem when we are so steeped in the ‘praise and rebuke’ education, that we look out for praise outside ourselves, by others to be able to realize our own worth. in short term, we are giving the name of ‘separation of action’, and lying ourselves that we do not need acceptance of the other, or a unfazed by their rebuke. we are so called discarding their action. but it is very easy to notice the deep melancholy that slowly creeps up on us, in such situations, not able to get a positive feedback. either say the parent repeatedly offending the child, or for that matter, the stalker trying to impose himself on the other.
not having enough outlet around, or any avenues to connect, and receive that much needed praise from others, we go the easiest target – this might be a modest person or a helpless child. affinity for praise and repulsion from rebuke becomes a compulsive disorder.

3. the solution :

desire to belong, and to be loved is a primal instinct of being a human. this deep need in us, at times forces us out to the above anomaly we discussed. now what can be the solution to it? we all know that do’s and don’t most of the time does not work. this is because it is a slippery ground of the heart and soul, and not a left brain oriented analytical problem to solve.

i think, before the first step – self acceptance is the most difficult part. here we are all alone. we have not reached out to the other. here it is very difficult with an unrest, unrequited mind to think clearly what reality is about one’s own self. in the absence of any belonging here in this nuclear mode, one is already parched out with the need to feel whole and complete by being able to belong to something or someone. in that hurry, and desperateness, it is easy for someone to mistake their own identify, and not able to see who they are in reality. the conditioned mind takes over, and a trajectory starts getting built in an incorrect direction.

so, in my opinion, the first step might be creating a belonging within the self, before even venturing out. can we belong to something or someone deep within, and say, ‘i am ok’, being alone. and i am whole and complete being alone? can some contribution be done without even reaching out to the world, with this entity? for simplicity, let us name this as ‘self’. so, the point is we need to belong to the self. and to belong to the self, as per adler, we need to contribute to the self. now the question is what and how to contribute to the self.

i feel following actions might help to build this relationship and contribution to the self –

1. meditation – listening to the self. not visualizing. not feeling. not imagining. but just listening. in meditation. just be. this can be made a daily practice in which we just acknowledge that there is some being who we call ‘self’ with whom we need to establish a friendship. we start seeing the ‘self’ as our ‘comrade’. since we cannot see this comrade, cannot hear this comrade, we cannot touch this comrade, the only avenue for us is to enter into a deep meditation and listen in surrender who his self is.
2. hatha yoga – when we engage in hatha yoga, we do these extremely difficult asanas (poses), and maintain our breath in a proper rhythm and force (pranayama). in this entire process, we experience our ‘self’ from both and external bodily perspective and also from an internal mind perspective. this practice not only corrects the physiological abnormalities that might be a barrier to see our ‘self’, but also helps us reflect on the nature of our thoughts and emotions that hides that ‘self’. like for example, a reflection on the emotional landscape before practicing hatha yoga and after, would give some interesting insights on the nature of reality of our thoughts and emotions.
   also the practice of hatha yoga is like a play we engage with our body. as humans we have evolved to like games and playtime. hatha yoga is a daily playful ritual, where we actually engage a playful communion with our own body and its parts in entirety.
   this engagement with the body, helps reduce our dependence on looking out for another person out there in the community to play with.
3. building emotional connect – bhakti yoga – establishing a relationship with the self. creating a deep emotional connect with the self. we need to appreciate that fact that we are emotional beings, and connecting to an entity would require more of a faith, belief, love, sentimentalities, rather than analytical facts.
   one can easily superimpose that self to someone ideal that one is inspired with, in imagination. there is a rich source of deities that come handy in any tradition. visiting temples, pilgrimages, doing personal prayer rituals, etc are some physical activities that one can engage to forge this bonding with the self even stronger.
4. gaining more knowledge of the self – gnana yoga – one can go deeper into the literature that is already there in every tradition, to know the nature of the self, as per their own inclinations and beliefs. a headway into the world of psychology and philosophy also is very helpful for scientific minded people. these helps us to further understand and engage with the self.

i think these 4 hacks can help us to establish that belonging with our own selves, and contribute to that, in our own way. Once this is established, that primal craving is dealt with to connect and bond, before even reaching out to the external world. this would go a long way to handle the first step of adler’s framework – self acceptance. we would know enough about our real self, and we would have accepted ourselves fully, before even venturing out to select which person and which community we need to connect.this makes the entire process more from a standpoint of freedom and choice, rather than a compulsive obsessive disorder.

PS – 1st part of the article, which gives an overview of the philosophy of alfred adler – https://karconversations.wordpress.com/2023/04/26/adlerian-individual-pscyhology/

What is India for me?

आज़ादी का अमृत महोत्सव

As, along with all Indians, I celebrate 75 years of the Independence of India, I was wondering what is India for me? What is 75 years of independence of India. And what does really independence mean to me, as an Indian.

The following words started singing, deep within me, took me with utter surprise. With 12 hours of average working hours, in a backbreaking job, with other responsibilities of daily living, with daily struggle of the working class, to make ends meet, in the skewed modern society, from where these words were getting nourishment, from where were they even getting that space to blossom?

और भी अग्रिम हो हमारा देश 
भारत तत्त्व का प्रसार हो हर वेश 
चलो जीवन को सजाएँ 
तप कर हम सब, भारत को बनाए. 

प्राचीन सभ्यता, संस्कार, और ज्ञान.
का नए दौर के साथ करे हम अनुसंधान. 
जाने पहले ये भारत तत्त्व की चहल,
जाने पहले मानव जाती की वो पहल.
जिसने भारत तत्त्व को किया अंकित,
फिर उस प्राचीन अनादि अनंत लय में हम हों अर्पित. 

इस वैराग्य अर्पण से अंकुरित हो एक नया दौर,
जो बढ़े निरंतर हो पुष्पित और पल्लवित हर ओर.
आगे बढ़े वो सिलसिला अथक प्रेम का,
भारतीय और भारत का! 
इंद्रधनुष के भाँति वो प्रेम जोड़े 
क्षितिज को क्षितिज से,
नवीन निखरे प्राचीनता की अस्मिता के आलोक में! 

और भी अग्रिम हो हमारा देश 
भारत तत्त्व का प्रसार हो हर वेश 
चलो जीवन को सजाएँ 
तप कर हम सब, भारत को बनाए. 

The multi layered, infinite essence of India needs to be methodically and systematically investigated, keeping in context it’s interaction with the world, changing civilisation, trade, collaborations and international enterprises – both ancient and modern, spanning across the medieval. Having know our past, can we ever establish ourselves in the present and look forward towards the direction where to put the step forward as a human race. How is India and Indianness related to the human race, and what are its contributions to enrich and beautify it?

Certainly this investigation is beyond a chronological or historical endeavour. It is a journey of a human psyche as she was influenced by the changing times, new challenges, influences and newer ideas. How this diverse and complex sensitivity evolved, grew and took its identity?

As I continue to read, reflect, connect and synthesise this whole kaleidoscope of the Indianness, somewhere deep within the unheard music keeps being played, coming from the innermost chords of my soul, with absolute wonder, enchantment, and nothing less than that devoted, passionate love of Her. To know Her, to worship Her, and to discover Her presence every moment and everything – the overarching ethos of Indianness.

It is not a 75 years old love story. It is a love story that spans since eons. It is unborn, and deathless. It is beyond time. It is always present, bouncing with limitless youth, energy and vitality! Always to inspire, always to beautify, always to redefine!

The trap of righteousness

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When he caved into
That dark, remote, alienated exile,
Vigorously cutting off his relatedness
To the entire spectrum of the panorama out there,
In all its colors, shines, glitters, and radiance,
With all the music, dance, and voice..

When there was no love, no listening,
No understanding, no relatedness,
There was this strained heavy presence,
Presence of only the ego, and just the ego.
Where the sense of “I” was so huge, so vast, so all pervading,
That there was no space of even one breath of peace.
All was lost, but he was basking in his own glory,
For his head was held high, in righteousness strong and eerie.

The sword of righteousness meticulously shredded the fabric.
Fabric of simplicity, the fabric of bonding, the fabric of connections,
Exposing the bestial nature in all its grotesque nakedness.
The savageness is not visible, it is not tangible, it is not objectified,
Only to indirectly leave its trails with violence, destruction, and death –
Whatever it lay its sight.

He remained trapped and imprisoned,
In the cold hard dark dungeon
Ever trapped in his righteousness,
Spending his lives after lives,
Devoid of all that is Life!

The Journey of love

52 – The journey of Love

Eons ago, there was born a soul. In love was he born, as is born all other forms – sentient and in sentient.

He was whole and complete born out of love, in love, by love for love. But somewhere that remembrance was lost. And he felt he was alone. Separate from that large, intimidating, strange and hateful world.

Caught in the bloody mayhem of one such common days, he got charmed by a loving wild petal. The wild single petal, self disconnected from the source, the flower, the forest, the temple and the land, was intoxicating with outward fragrance of intimacy and empathy. Immediately, the little hapless soul fell into the trap. He trusted her all, in fullness of his inner universe. From the top of his head to the toe, he bared himself all, to his sole savior in all naïveté and innocent love.

He confessed and confessed, baring all the corners of his vast self within, creating a huge tsunami of wild and raw love and only love. There was messiness, sweat, and heat of the raw force of primordial love, and that created a huge tornado across all the directions.

The separated petal, was all breathless and suffocated with this sudden outburst of love. She had never seen such a tsunami, never had ever heard about it. She got scared and was in absolute disgust. She was used to that separate, clean, comfortable and bolted protection of bulletproof fortified fort made of hardened gold, all clean, neat, shining and ordered, for eons and eons. Overnight, in quirk of her basic instincts, she switch her allegiance, and jumped out of the tornado, and escaped out far and away, into that fortified fort of hardened gold, and crowning diamond, well safe away from the ocean, by the side of the harbour. What for her was her own family, in all warmth of appreciation and kinship, became nothing. Absolutely nothing!

She was now, in her comfortable self, warm and comfortable, back to her age old clean, ordered, and absolutely separate scheme of things, with her support system of guards and caretakers, who would provide for her she needed. In the comfortable usual mask of workability and convenience.

The little soul stuck in the tsunami of his own creation, with the ebb and flow, fizzes of air, and the splashes of froth, in his own little make belief world of personal belonging, he was suddenly out of place, naked, humiliated, undignified and alone. The world saw his so called ugliness, sweat and nakedness, his vulnerability and passion. And above all in a place that was easily misunderstood as wrong. And immediately he was judged as an wretched lustful animal, to be killed and restore the sanctity of the land. All his family, and his countrymen, showered arrows of hatred, anger, judgement of morality, shredding him into thin fibres of nothingness, his flesh, body, blood and bones. His identity, his self respect, his standing as a man of upright idealism was pounded to dust, by the ruthless blows of mankind.

All the passion, all the belongingness , all the force of bountiful love and the relaxing trustful sanctuary was violated and vandalised by the eerie policing of army of righteous family and countrymen and all the fleet of the hateful petal. The little soul now shredded of all his physical existence, mingled with the ocean waves, and in nothingness settled in meditative posture in the ocean bed.

In the ocean bed, in deep meditation, he expanded all through and through, encompassing the entirety of the ocean, as well as the safe and fortified land in the harbour, and all it’s fort, markets, comfort, and glossy ordered ness. Like am all encompassing embrace the soul now, beyond all the limitation of form and name, just expanded in pure awareness, transcending anything small, separated and narrow. He could hear the throbbing of each bubble of the wave, as well as the innocent beat of the fearful heart of the single petal, fortified in comfort inside her comfortable, protected, bolted, ordered fort of hardened gold and crowning diamond. He could hear the same song of weariness and call for that pure love that was all through and through in his tsunami of froth and air, in the clanging of the metal wind chimes of the bolted gold fort, housing the separate leaf.

There was that comforting sameness in all, from aloha to omega. All was in search of love. Only that each was looking it in spaces they were themselves comfortable in, carrying their own impressions eons after eons.

In all acceptances and meditative knowingness, the little soul spread to all, embracing all and seeing the One Presence that was revealing the myriad plays, music, mayhem, battle, cacophony and what not. And that One Presence was the pure existence, the pure awareness, the pure bliss of knowing the single One in all, and all in One. In that trance of silent knowingness, the soul in his stillness, just remained, encompassing all that was visible, all that was moving, all that was present!

And thousands of those separated out petals, drugged in ignorance, and separated out in anger, hatred and judgements, kept pursuing their own journeys to their own destinations, based in what they thought they needed. Some kept looking out love in the social acceptance, some in building support systems of familiar faces, singing familiar repeated songs, some kept themes levels bolted in fortified forts of hardened gold, with crowning diamonds, and some kept running in offensive spree to cut apart all that was there that appeared different from them. And the mayhem continued.

Some of those petals were lucky to find their flowers, and their garden and their temples. They joined with their source. But then there too was separateness. There were different gardens, different flowers, different temples. And the mayhem would go on, in the same ardor, only in larger scale, with dynasties and kingdoms killing each other for their own righteousness.

The little soul had them all, in his bosom, for he was all and all was him. In the world of forms and names, the separateness continued to exists, and all such little souls had their own lessons, taught by the ever wise and grand separated petals, only to bring all to nearer to the One Truth. Some took hundreds, some thousands and some millions of births spanning across light years and galaxies in time and space, all returning to the same One awareness, the same One Truth – That Love is only that exists. All other is mere appearance of eternal charade, taking birth, growing in name and form and then perishing to nothingness, thereby again arising in the wave of the never ending cycle of ignorance.

In that meditative knowingness, there was all quiet, with just the breath of life rhythming in harmony, chanting softly, “Love all, loved all, had loved all, will love all”. For all that is there outside love, actually is not. Only Love is!