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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Satyawaan's deep slumber and Savitri's ordeal

A cord  severed and a bond snapped
cords  hanging charred and lifeless in ether
an opportunity wasted a celestial coincidence ignored
sun shone bright 
earth below her feet felt parched and cracked
thorn poked through her weary soles
Satyawans lifeless form lay there in the setting sun
Savitri  vows to change the situation..
she gets up and stands against the sun 
picks up a dry stick lying close by
she hits out at the setting sun for going down too early too soon
tears running out of her eyes, 
she is hitting and lashing at the sun
cursing it from deep in her heart

it was suppose to stay up forever
shining and showing them the way
she cries tears falling on the ground
next to Satyawaan's still form
she is beyond grief, the deep dark descending night engulfs her heart
she is choked with pain, a song of deep meloncholy fills the space
goddess sings, in the cool stillness of the night
a howling moaning monotony of death like sounds
savitri feels no fears those howls in the air do not scare her
her pain of seperation has made her indifferent to fear
she lies next to satyawaan embracing him 
she holds him with all the love her heart could muster
she looks at the star lit sky and gazes at it with blankness
A star far away twinkles for her attention
startled she notices it becoming brighter and bigger
soon it is as big as the sun
dark night and a sun brighter than a thousand suns, right  before her eyes
Now she knows the sun she grieved for was meant to go down with the dusk
It was this sun that she awaited, she stares wordlessly in utter disbelief
she nudges Satyawaan to see it for himself, so he may see that  it is not over yet
what they thought was lost was never meant for them
it was this brighter than brightest star that awaited to be awakened by deep calling from their hearts
only a call made in such pain could be heard universes away
"He heard us, he is here for us, wake up O! Satyawaan"...
she whispers the eternal truth into his ears as a medium of the goddess
howling winds cease their morose songs of gloom
a being steps out of the mighty sun and touches Satyawaan's forehead
day breaks, satyawaan realizes the truth behind the veil
he opens his heart to a new dawn
the cord that were charred, begin to show patches of green
new leaves, new shoots, new life breathes into the lifeless form again
 dewy air carries the message of love to him
He wakes up from his sleep to find the love supreme.


Sunday, August 14, 2011

The Grace of Giving.

Sahikya was learning how to be a real monk, his childhood revolved around cleaning his master Taro's little cottage to perfection, working in the fields and going to the village with his teacher asking for grains.

His master emphasized on consuming only half of the grains donated to them and sow the rest in the field .When the crop was harvested  it was used to feed the poor and crippled.

His master Taro left the physical plane when Sahikya completed his training.He continued his practice of begging for grains, sowing half and donating the crops to the needy. All the wasteland on the outskirts were transformed into lush green fields over time. When villagers noticed he is producing far bigger crop than their fields, they refused to donate  any more grains to him.


He went hungry for days, his master then appeared in his dream and told him he must now break the rule or he will not have the strength to work in the fields and feed the poor anymore, such a sacrifice is wasteful. He said "If your penance is not bringing any good to the world, instead it is confining you to some irrelevant moral fulfillment then it is a waste."He told him to eat a part of his own produce and donate the rest to the poor but instruct them now to work with him and encourage them to grow their own food grains by sowing at least half of what they receive from him.

Poor people of the village obediently followed his instructions out of their love for him and respect for his generosity. Soon the entire arid stretch for several miles on the outskirts of the village turned into granaries. While the villager's crops dried and their stored grains rotted over time, they went hungry, in a barter economy survival became difficult.

They realized their mistake and went to the zen master asking him to forgive their selfish short sightedness.Sakhiya  showed compassion for those confused beings, he asked them to join the beggars who had now become workers in his fields and earn their own livelihood with humility and donate at least half to the poor.

When we share  what we have happily with others and use our resources thoughtfully nature rewards us limitlessly.When we cook for others happily food is tastier, when we plant a tree for others it bears more fragrant  flowers and sweeter fruits. When we pray for others it is always heard. More we give of ourselves freely to the world more comes our way through the universe.

Just like a river that flows through, giving nurturing pure water selflessly to the world and nature makes sure that it reaches the ocean, while a pond stores and stagnates water, it has little usage except to provide a home for fish and wild plants. It eventually putrefies or dries out completely.

Principle of energy is flawless; one who allows his resources to flow freely becomes a channel of the divine source and those who hold on to their resources remain confined to them.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Indian Monsoons


Those slow days are here again,
All green with showering cool rain
squirrels chirp and crows crow
sun filters through the neem leaves
sometimes I hear a koyal cooing and a peacock in the distance
spider lillies spray the fragrance of  village ponds
lined by smooth slippery earth and water hyacinths.
stray dogs jostle for affection during my post dinner walks.
I feel such exuberance in my being
all things stay still and move at the same time
oh! the slow juiciness of it
the joy of morning sounds
insects crawling on bark of trees
dark sweet fruits on jamuns and curry leaves
mint chutneys and mango shorbet
Indian monsoons at their best
the twilight zone of the seasons
A time of transition and transformation
I am falling in love with the existence all over again.