Hiranmayi

Its often said, "Flow with the river or Be the flow". Pondering a bit on the phrase unfolds the journey of a log in a river. A log thrown in a river has no choice but just flows the way the river takes its course. The fact is it may not really take the entire route of a river for it can get stuck between rocks or anything can happen. There is no mind in the log to think and there is no intellect to discriminate the situation and become aware of the present moment. The log is just fine if it flows or if it is stuck for both makes no difference to it. But, not so with the human being. A human being cannot be like a log for it is blessed with the mind that can be aware and decide. Imagine a human being given a log of wood which he converts it into a boat and uses it for his journey in the river. To tune into the flow(force) of the river is truly flowing. When grace bestows such tuning, the journey of awareness starts to flow. One becomes aware of the rocks to avoid or even if...

Yet another dance show to witness and experience the communion. Not just performance on stage but that which involves competition , elimination too! Rules that existed but could never bind these two in their expressions. They had crossed the boundary of the mind, probably where rule can't rule. The theme was "romantic round" and indeed it was the ultimate expression of union in love. It appeared as though the guy had the major work of lifting the girl and dancing(apparently, they were not real couple). No doubt, it is an additional weight on himself while moving around. But the truth, the girl too had played a major role in letting herself be uplifted so gracefully and probably that's why none could notice the moment of lift and drop. It was watching two flowing into each other and just emerging as ONE. When the dance came to a graceful conclusion, everyone even forgot to clap in appreciation for a moment because it was The Silence that pervaded and had drowned ever...

Expressions of experiences Observed within and outside Pens them as poems to prose Pointers they remain To the flowing river Quenching one's thirst Is one's own Bend to taste the flow Be wise to have your own..