Sri gurubhyo namaha.
Like the Phoenix, like Desire (Kama) thwarted, I rise again from my ashes. With my vision expanded and my neurons re wired, here I am, in all my glory!
Come here, ye mad ones and behold the magic. White, black, yellow and brown, believers and non believers, sentient ones and the siddhas - come. And behold the Magic!
In a journey that is as old and expansive as the infinitely unfolding universe, a moment as minute as the flutter of a butterfly's heart beat holds me captive. In an ocean of stars and galaxies I am held by a single particle of light. The fast dissolving consciousness moves onward into absorption and as it rushes past the constantly moving boundaries, a magnification of sorts is achieved. Albeit temporarily.
The butterfly heartbeat. Silence. The butterfly heartbeat. Silence. The butterfly heartbeat.
Visions of an expansive past and the knowledge of an immortal future suspend me in a state where time dissolves. And with it dissolve the notions of tomorrows fear.
Is it still light outside? Or is it dark? What time is it? Why do none of these bother me?
Immortality through death? Revelations via madness? Or is this how a 'dream within a dream within a dream' feels?
The soft beams of soothing moonlight kindle my being while a distant falling star sings an intimate song. Evocative, though the last words of the rapidly disintegrating star. The trail of its light and fire extinguishing itself in the sweet embrace of the earths atmosphere, the star leaves no trace of itself in the skies. The echo of its sweet song traces a pattern in my soul and the star is now immortal.
Like the Phoenix, like Desire (Kama) thwarted, I rise again from my ashes. With my vision expanded and my neurons re wired, here I am, in all my glory!
An adventure set in the lofty heights (and dangerous depths)of Hindu thought. Insider tips? Relax, dissolve your preconcieved notions & get chanting.And by the way, dont believe all that you hear! A rudimentary knowledge of Sanskrit, Tamil and a fleeting accquaintance with the puranas and other such texts might come in handy. Wisdom takes courage.
2 comments:
A very curious coincidence but I was reading 'Another roadside attraction' again. A ripple effect - flap flap flap. Butterfly wings sounding like old pages turning.
Sri gurubhyo namaha.
@confused martian
Is there such a thing called a coincidence?Or is every ring of the ripple an effect of the force acting on the center? Are we any better off really than a bunch of Domino cards??
The Butterfly heatbeat is the birth of a new body and silence is the absence of such momentary body awareness.
Flap flap flap, in out, in out, in out.......
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