Hiranmayi

Only the movement as running from pillar to post endlessly running to a known destination Only the sitting like a dead body numb and dumb to all thats happening around Is there a moment even in the movement or a deadly stillness thats alive and untouched May be a loud "YES" to feel it alive awareness as it is said to simply BE it Not a moment missed in movement(action) not a moment missed in sitting(inaction) for the very base exists as the force behind both

Alive it stood tall and beautiful uprooted and rested remains dried and dead Wonder if it matters really to IT alive or dead appears not for IT To the world it mattered as a name as palm tree as a purpose so many to IT, i wonder.... Its human who named IT who saw purpose in IT not just when alive but even in its death Uprooted to build home for his race called human all along the mind in play searching for purpose Oh my dear human said the palm finally when would you see that which cant be seen Alive or dead i remain as i am no purpose no mind yet appear as its meant to be Can time and space limit my being am glad have no mind to bury my being! (Contemplations on watching the palm trees being uprooted to make space for a huge apartment to be built)

She works as a maid for her living and not just in one house but couple of them too. That clearly explains the need for the money. Yet recently, when she happened to narrate an incident in her life, it had powerful insights which were not necessarily known to her. Surprisingly, we come across many who can be so eloquent and well versed to explain something but when it comes to living fail miserably to live the same. Some years back, when she had taken up a new house to work as a maid, she noticed some change(money) on the floor and promptly picked it up and gave it to the lady in the house. She thought by mistake it must have fallen down and they may not have noticed it. But to her surprise, when she noticed the same thing happening for the next couple of days, she realized that it is not by mistake the money has fallen down but the owners are just checking if she is trustworthy. So without getting offended, she picked up the change and while giving it back to them, politely said,...

"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...

Have you ever thought or observed this process called "blossoming". let us ponder a little deeper into that beyondness of the expression, beauty! A beautiful flower, indeed when its all open and emanating fragrances all around or just simply being there. But, neither the tree knows of a potential bud nor the bud knows about its own blossoming. Yet its all happening. One may choose to observe a bud as closely as possible and yet may fail to pin point the exact time of every petal unfolding into its open space. Simply it is beyond the time. Its there simply available to existence, just that its not aware of it. what can possibly happen when awareness is bestowed in this process? Do we get to unfold each petal and plan it and place it as you wish? that would be probably the most kiddish idea. we can possibly have a world of game with tons and tons of ideas but wonder if any of them could ever take us anywhere near to what it is. Techniques and theories can help us to a certain e...

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....

T’was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried, "Who’ll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar," then, two! Only two? "Two dollars, and who’ll make it three? "Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice; Going for three . . . "But no, From the room, far back, a grey haired man Came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet As a caroling angel sings. The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow. "A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand! And who’ll make it three? Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice; And going and gone," said he. The peopl...