“Why do you waste your time like this?”,
a passerby asked a sanyasi sitting by the riverside.
He remained silent.
“Don’t you want to live a life?”
Without opening his eyes, in a voice deeper from within him asked back.
“You have lived your life?”
“I have. I still do. I have started a family, I own a house, and I own a business. made money, finding ways to make more, so I can live happily”, he replied egoistically.
“You think you will be happy in the end?”
“Yes, I have owned everything”
But with one reply from the Sanyasi, his ego was broken to smithereens.
“You don’t own your breath”
consciousness
Universal Consciousness
“Why are you alone, Babaji?”
The hot summer evening saw the usual bustling.
The street was similar to the ones shown by the white men in their films, it was brushed with a tinge of yellow blanketed by the dust from the vehicles and by the smoke rising from the street stalls.
The aroma of spices that marked the Indian culture made the scene picturesque.
But the white-bearded man resting peacefully among this chaos was what caught Brooke’s eyes.
He had come from Britain to find why the thought of India attracted him the most. And at the sight of the old man who had a slight grin on his face, he knew exactly where to ask.
Babaji was sitting with his eyes closed, the question was heard but he remained silent.
Brooke touched his feet and said, “Please do answer my question, Babaji, I would like to know my purpose here”.
Brooke was startled by a voice that was deep yet calm like the ocean.
“What brought you here is your purpose, young man.”
“But I don’t understand”.
“You will.”
Babaji stood up from his trance, touched Brooke’s head and began to recede away, moving peacefully like a bubble floating above the chaotic waves of the ocean.
Brooke was flabbergasted by what he saw. Everything around him vanished, he felt his whole body vibrate in the rhythm of the universe while his eyes reflected his true self.
It felt like hours before he opened his eyes but it took only two minutes, he realised. He searched for Babaji, and he spotted him far away moving at the same pace, the pace of the Universe.
Love=God
I am in love.
I can see him in the couple’s eyes
when they stare at each other.
I can see him when a mother
looks at her kids.
I can see him when a newborn lays his eyes
at his parents.
I can see him in the nutrients that lie beneath and in the stars that align the sky.
Every day, he gifts us beautiful flowers and scrumptious fruits.
His presence is exigent, ’cause he is in the water, air, and light.
He is in you.
Everything is his manifestation.
And I can never be ignorant of his love.
Yes, God is my lover and I am forever his.
We all are.
We all belong to him.
Sunkissed Soul
Serenity being nature’s demeanor,
yonder stands a tree on a poised hill,
shadowing the sorrows of life that lies below
the clear sky and above the crystal sea,
symbolizing the truth beyond naked eyes,
so I sit beneath it with closed eyes,
listening to earthly aroma
gifted by the muted breeze
that comes uninvitedly and
brushes a strand of my hair,
it feels like the caresses from God,
and it feels like home.
Euphoria
The second I realise this life is nothing
is the moment I am waiting for.
Covert Hands
The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,
freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.
The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.
I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.
My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,
she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.
Gaze
The Truth
In the end, it was all just a matter of realization but no one realizes it while they are aware and alive.
Nirvana
This world is more than just what you see, take a moment to seek the essence of real love and you will attain utter blissfulness,
Just perceive.
Biblichor 