Hiranmayi

Sign board -- Pointer for a direction or a just a word to describe or simply some jumbled meaningless letters ? Seem to be ringing different bells to different people though it is just the same one word or a sentence. May be, it is just not about the pointer but also the one who sees it. For someone as a passerby, it would come across as meaningless if that person has no clue of it. For someone in search of that place, it would be a great aid. For someone who had known the description of the word but not looking for its destination, it would just be an additional information. For someone who is blind, the pointer itself doesn't exist. One of the most vital aspect, for someone who is loaded with information and description of words of that place of search can be totally misguiding if the pointer does not have the exact word of description in his mind bank. In all probability, he would simply rule it out as a pointer to some other place unless he is open to enquire and explo...

Alone i stand majestically silent                                                                                                                Rock solid to all weather Waves of various wavelengths Encountered everyday None rejected none attached only Yet embrace them all in the moment Remaining attached-detached Vastness all pervading Stand alone truly Drowned in the ocean of gratefulness.

"Humble"- even pronouncing the word gives a soft touch feel. Though there may be many many situations to refer and reconnect to this humbleness, one such incident leaves me speechless and comes instantly to my memory whenever i happen to think. So just sharing that moment of insight here. We were on a spiritual camp and as volunteers, some of us were assigned to serve the Master in various ways. Myself along with another volunteer were asked to take care of the kitchen services. The lunch kit used to serve the master was taken by me but was kept in another volunteer's room who was taking care of serving the master. After the camp, i forgot to collect the kit and on our way back, the moment i noticed had informed the camp site where some of them were still there. Next morning, i get a call from my kitchen partner(volunteer) saying, "let me apologise for not reminding you to take the master's kit". For a moment i became speechless, firstly for that humbleness...

No stranger you were Stood as a spotless mirror Existence placed me Simply infront of you Stylish it may appear To wear the shades and stand In this world of polarities naked truth blinded Outside as a mirror Inside as a pointer Both in and out You are there silently Working miracles of mystery Simply letting the shades drop The rest to unfold To my ownself Now, here i am Naked as ever Naturally beautiful Nothing, it is....

"Servant" is what the label the society has offered her for all the great help she does in completing the household chores. To me she is just another extended member of our family.... may i call it as sheer blessing, when she happened to step into our home and asked me if i need a servant. Quiet and clean work is all that she offers. she never gave me a chance to point out any work to be done or even redone, rather left me wondered the way she moves around with work and leaves me filled with immense gratitude. when i offer the cup of coffee everyday morning as soon as she comes, the time she spends drinking that coffee is a moment to watch...an unusual calmness and simply being total with that drinking. she is in no hurry to gulp it down as many who belong to her community may do. today, she surprised me even more, when she picked up that cup of coffee and walked to the living room balcony which has a wonderful view, spent those few, yet quiet moments sipping the coffee and ...

Eyes chose to embrace gently simply to let me dwell deep within Surging up like a lightening Stillness bestowed to realize The silence thats within and without Even while the sense chose To fill the ear with Divineful music Aware to the aliveness All alone in meditativeness To express the effects In words as here can the cause be contained In words of limitedness Bow down in grateful silence My own Beloved source...

Mud and Metal Moulded by man Creating sounds Calling them as bell One single rod That anchors both To let them swing In the silence of space Wishing the wind That lets them dance Wishes of gratefulness Is its ringing bell

Springing from the heart Shining through the senses The light that brightens Voices of the void Spaces of the speechless Standing in stillness Saluting in silence Much more than just an attitude Moments filled in ....Gratitude!!