Hiranmayi

A talk show on contradictions, confusions and compulsions between the elderly and the next generation brought forth the wrath of the elderly and the lack of compassion of the young. Well anchored by one who knows the art of moving and sliding from side to side to bring the best of the both, gave room for contemplations. Loneliness, the most predominant factor felt among many elders clearly indicates the lack of connectivity." A loner builds walls around but fails to build bridges"-- Walls built in body and mind are barriers, firstly to one's own self. Walls of my family, my friends, my needs...endless it is. Approachability and comfortability becomes an almost impossible task with such an individual, irrespective of age. Awareness in connectivity leads to bridges irrespective of age and creed. None can create the loneliness in any one. A discordant chord within snaps the beauty of alone and confines it in loneliness. Sympathy and a subtle dominance of, "I" ...

Given a chance to watch the early morning sunrise, many would go for it. It is a desire driven by the force within to watch it. But, some may be bound by laziness would end up continuing as an unfulfilled desire. Desire from the heart through the mind gets the taste of it through the windows of the senses. May be one may choose to go up the terrace to get a better view than be satisfied by the partial view from the balcony. Once coming into direct contact with the happening, the experience begins. The eye which becomes the window to the beauty of the outer sunrise, if you observe, suddenly in a moment of awareness can outwardly choose to let the eyelids embrace gently each other and thereby open the view to the Self within. It is just a moment to be... The desire of the form unveiling to the moments of fulfillment. Abundant love spring forth from nowhere for no reason. Sense of lightness and freedom prevailing everywhere . There is no longing because it has crossed the boundaries and...

One of the most dreaded word to even pronounce is the general feel with many in large. Death is described as some loss which can never be replaced and not as a parting. Of course , this beautiful word , death has always fascinated me and keep wondering about that most celebrated moment.The game is never complete without the beginning and end with utmost fun, as much as while playing it sportingly. When we decide to move to a new place for a livelihood from our home town, imagine someone, a friend, relative or even a stranger comes forward to offer a place exclusively for us and tells us," It is all yours as long as you wish to be here". We are indeed delighted to accept that offer and with gratitude move into that place and start living there. Over the years , we also start to treat that as our own home and keep continuing to live with all the fun, joy, sorrow, sickness,success etc. When the time arrives for us to leave to back home, what happens?? The clock starts ticking.....

Looking into the deeper aspects of this system of owning unfolds the beauty of detached attachment. When you truly own, there is no fear of losing or not letting it go when needed. The freedom expressed in the real owning has the unshakable confidence and clarity. In truth, one is aware that it is more like one operating or facilitating. Like for example, it is like having an account in a bank. you own the account and the money in the account too. Yet, when it is time to close the account, you just do it and move on to yet another. You operate the account but yet you are not responsible for the functioning of the bank. This body is like an account in a bank called the universal consciousness . You know your account and you know your bank too. With what is available in your account only, you can operate even though the bank might have the big big money. The major difference with this world bank called the universal consciousness -- there is no interest charged, no penal action. Always...

Come Christmas, miss the cake --never, the intellect too doesnt want to miss. Here is the contemplations of the intellect on the cake. Preparation of a cake is a lengthy process indeed. Starting from selecting the quality ingredients, the process involves sieving, blending, mixing and finally baking! the mind with all the informations as input first has to sieve the thoughts, blend them well--fixed to flowing, mix as triggers, then bake as contemplations and bringforth the cake --The wisdom! Hold on...not enough, whats the use of the cake if we dont taste it, so apply the wisdom and thats eating it. Every step here is done with utmost care. Not letting unwanted particles(sieving), butter melted properly(solid to liquid state--blending), contemplate from a detached attached state in the world of happenings-oven(buttering the baking dish to let the cake batter become a cake and facilitate in removing it from the dish without getting stuck to the dish) --so is it with the birth of th...