Hiranmayi

As a kid, we are taught the alphabets. Then moving on further the words are formed using the same alphabets. From letters to words it begins but later we master the art of deciphering the letters from the words even unknown. It just indicates the inter-connectedness. Similarly, life experiences begin with a lot of asking with "Why, What and When ? ". Understanding them all from the realm of the mind seems challenging and the only mission of this birth. It might comprise of simple ones to the most complicated. Eventually and invariably with all the explanations derived from various minds, it becomes an additional burden of just information. Rare few life experiences leave one with the attitude for exploring further. One such most vital one is "meeting the master ". Again, here too the asking does not stop but there is definitely a shift in that asking. One more set of information and the mind is stuck, then it is doomed. But if the asking leads to the unlearning...

Every moment unfolding to the mystery of its ownself Endless followers as commentators Each certifying their comment on that which comes and goes One that embraces them all Stays silent as the moment and its manifestation Whatta Beauty !!

Is it wise to carry the boat that sailed you across to the shore? Knowledge, the boat, essential at one point even more is vital to be free of it Do i know anything to claim  to know everything ? Aint it so simple to simply travel from Know to Now just the  "K" (knowledge) makes the difference Have it as long as needed leave it when it has to just be.

Waking up this morning to the melody of an unknown bird, the urge to rush to watch the bird itself live was totally missing. Momentfull listening to the unchained melody of an unknown bird was only there. From just some listening it was indeed a well listening which can be refined in term as tuning -in. Freedom felt so immensely even from the desire to know or watch the bird brought insights into our simple everyday living. Nothing wrong in going for watching or knowing the bird, but simply listening to it fully first has its own powerful insights. Some moments later, the song of the bird no longer could be heard and the longing to hear it too was not there at all. May be this is what utter completeness is all about, i felt. A friend once mentioned as "Freebird" when asked whats happening. Meant the rest of family members are away and so that person said as freebird. Its common usage to say like that meaning no liabilities or responsibilities but just all by oneself. W...

Every seed essentially a potential tree The seed bursts open to reveal and become the tree The tree is just an expression of the tremendous dormant potential of the unmanifested Manifested as tree mind blowing to the world Unmanifested as seed goes unnoticed to many The few chosen know the potential. Born as a seed blossoming as the tree In this soil of body blessed it is indeed. Let the grace bestow the best of soil and all the support for the blossoming to happen. May the seed be known May the knowing become the Being May the tree of awareness Stand tall and remain grateful To the ever existing existence. Wishing all my beloved ones Nothing less than the bursting open Of this eternal truth buried in one's own self. Happy New Year !!

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.

Who is a mother? Who is a son? Who to name it? Who to certify? Nothing to conceive No womb to hold Yet is born Breaking the concept Of birth and death Bliss of the being In all its splendor Motherly forever in Every moment of birthless-birth Motherly moments Of million sparks Merging as One Mesmerizing into none Miserly it is to be A mother of one or few Mighty indeed it is That divine motherhood.