Hiranmayi

The wind that entered my window as silently as possible got a golden name as a gentle breeze The feel that it brought just like the mother's embrace around the new born so fresh and new loved it, loved it totally.... yet another in time same old friend of mine came to visit me totally in a different way like a wild wave of the ocean screaming and roaring it came startled and scared i became saw some of them slashed to the ground people called it a storm none loved it sadly though the same wind this time waited for it to take away its arms around me hated it, hated it totally wait a minute, said the mind when it realized the force behind revelation found the words as it followed... Disaster as described by the world can just be another dimension of the unchanging consciousness. Perception differs perceived differs none to perceive nothing to perceive Silence remains abiding in gratitude.

Music in words or just instrumental can take anyone to the height of serenity and oneness. we often hear and have felt the power of getting drowned in music. Even a simple conversation between two in tune can leave the same effect. Cooking, primarily viewed as a woman's job to fill the tummy of the grumbling one or a day to day activity to supply the need for the body. Just a routine process indeed can be monotonous and boring. But, if one is ready to open the avenues of the mind and walk into the concert hall, The Kitchen...my, my! endless is the discovery to both the body and mind. Preparing a dish is like nursing a baby. So gentle and fully alert and aware to every single move of the sound and silence. Right from the word go, in choosing the dish, the ingredients and the correct vessel-- there is a continuous unknowm flow of thoughts that blend so well. Watching the flame light up, placing the vessel and listening to its subtle sounds, then tuning with all the spluttering and mi...

Born in the natural garden of fragrant flowers, fortunately or unfortunately, we tend to drift to the garden of artificial flowers over a period. As a newborn, fresh as the beaming fullmoon to as a little kid like a sparkling star, we go through various stages. Neither the fullmoon nor the star are aware of the beauty and it for the rest to bask in their glory! Along the way, the mind shifts the gears and predominantly likes to live in a fantasy of flowers of the senses alone, the fragrantless artificial ones. Have you observed the role of these lovely artificial ones(created by the human mind) that come handy, cost effective and supposedly to remain for a long period with less maintenance. One bouquet made from them can functionally occupy the space as a decorating corner of a banquet hall or just wield the colours of combination as a centre piece at a dining table. Functionally occupying the space yet not filling the space. The missing fragrance can never fill the space that is both ...

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!!