|Posted on January 12, 2016 at 9:05 AM||comments (0)|
a priest from Ram Temple said and blessed me with prasad.
|Posted on January 12, 2016 at 8:30 AM||comments (0)|
chanting in the air
sound of water
a devotee taking bath
fluently flying in the sky
obediently my gaze drawn into a vast view of Ganga
as a painting of the big hands turning into turmeric colour
my hands too turninig into turmeric colour
crossing of a boat
acrossing a wordly ocean
suddenly a laughter
|Posted on January 12, 2016 at 7:40 AM||comments (11)|
in and out of big hands
carefully not to step on turmeric
i find place for my foot step
am i in or out....?
then i realize
i am always in Her
|Posted on January 12, 2016 at 7:30 AM||comments (0)|
purifying with Ganga water and turmetric powder.............
|Posted on January 10, 2016 at 8:20 PM||comments (0)|
the Lord of Universe.....
Vishwanath was suffering from hunger......
universe was starving.....
He heard that in Kashi He would be nourished fully by Annapurna Maa......
She nourishes hunger....
if stomuch longs for aliments....
she nourishes it with aliments.....
if soul hungers for knowledge....
She satisfy your soul with knowledge......
If soul starves for love.....
She nourishes soul with Her love ....
So, the Vishwanath, the Lord of universe came to Kashi
He was nourished by Maa Annapurna in every way
and Kashi became His land, the Lord of universe, Shiva.....
Om Namah Shivaya
|Posted on January 10, 2016 at 7:05 AM||comments (136)|
here is an old lyric that says “the brushwood we gather and tie together, it makes a hut. Pull it apart, a field once again.” Such is a way of thinking in old Japan, one finds beauty not in the substance itself but in the weave of shadow, the light and the darkness, the one thing against another creates.
A noctural jewel which exudes its glow and colour in the dark loses its beauty in the light of day. Were it not the shadows, there would be no beauty.
-from Praising of Shadow (1933 - 34) by Junichiro tanizaki
|Posted on January 9, 2016 at 8:25 PM||comments (0)|
eternaty in ephemeral.....
permanance in impermanance.....
|Posted on January 8, 2016 at 11:00 AM||comments (168)|
spread broken rice on ghat in the form of hands.....
the birds comes...
Mother feeds them...
and She flys away with birds into the sky
no more are seem on the ghat Her hands......
|Posted on January 8, 2016 at 7:05 AM||comments (107)|
a Babaji who was writing "Ram, Ram Ram......", repeatedly, a page after a page told me to wirte His name in red colour.
"with yellow or orange, you can write it also but not with black because black is more for worldly works" he said.
"But Maa Kali is black in colour" said i.
"Oh, but if you go very close to her, She is not black" he said.
"Can i write "Maa" instead Ram?" i asked.
"Sure..... Maa comes first." he answered.