the divine light

Can light be so beautiful……..?? Can light pour life into non- living things………?? Can light make stone to dance………?? Yes…. That was the experience to be part of the marriage between light, art and architecture The yellow stone sculptures, decorative columns, brackets at the Vitthal Mandir in Hampi were dancing joyfully, braking all their properties, physical nature and celebrating the amazing combination and union with that sprinkled divine light. The whole volume became the cheerful space because of that particular golden light at that particular moment. 

The stone texture, in between small- big gaps/ voids, colour, shades, shadows, all these dimensional- non dimensional elements and my soul were part of the whole symphony, where, there was no place for an untuned chord.

I don't know why?

I don't know why?

I feel to roll down, madly on the surface of the mountains, while standing on the edge of the cliff, when I see it’s lush green skin, when I touch it’s rough- rocky soil, when I breathe the upcoming wet, foggy smell, when I hear the movement of air and leaves……..

I don’t know why?

I feel to float, move with the waves, badly, while standing on the edge of the sea shore, When I see the horizon- water- waterizon, when I watch the white splashing water on the wet black rocks, when I hear the twittering of sea gulls in the background of sounding waves……..

I don’t know why?

I feel to be part of the huge black cloud, while standing on the huge plateau, When I see its shape- formless form on the background of varying colourful sky, when I feel that unexpressable caress over my whole body, when I smell its wetness while passing over me……

I don’t know why?

I feel to embrace tightly the huge trees, while looking at it in the deep forest, just after the monsoon rains, When I see its huge green foliage and little flowers, when I listen the sound of the dripping water drops from the leaves, when I hear that sound ‘miyaaon’ of the peacock from the far distance……

I don’t know why?

But, its true,

Within me lies the same sky, the same sun, the same mountains, the same water, drops, the same cloud, the same trees and same all the elements of the nature and universe. The intelligence that created these wonders and that energy which enlivens them is the same force which created me and enliven me.

A question

the way colours, forms, fragrance, touch, feel, configuration, proportions, arrangement, co- ordination, harmony, change, full of life- all and many more such aspects with deeply rooted relation with the cause, reason and function- nothing is waste and nothing can substitute its position. the absolute, appropriate and yet beautiful.

a question.... always there... somewhere at the back of the mind.

how this happen.....?? what makes this to happen.....?? what motivation is behind it.....?? what is the program, plan, that sees, everything is in order......?? how a small tiny seed, when sow....... manages on its own to be a small plant.... then a small tree..... then a big tree...... then flowers...... then fruits........ thein again more seeds.....more plants etc.... etc....

take a very small case of one of the system of this wonderful nature... a flower. which in isolation is system itself.... and which united with the surrounding (its branches, leaves etc.) and with the whole is also a system in itself. when fragmented.... each fragment is itself a system. when collaborated in multiple ways..... the collaboration is a system. there are infinite such permutations, combinations to form a part at the same time.. a whole... but in a single system.

don't you think its amazing... beyond our thinking...

how that small amount of red colour, with perfect intensity, goes, fits and appears in that perfect, designed position... originated from that small tiny seed......??

this is still the question....... let the question be question....... where i don't expect any answer from anybody.....

The Sacred Rhythm

Because, I couldn’t afford for the taxi, decided to walk 10-12 kms. From Gangtok (Sikkim, India) to the Buddhist monastery at Rumtek. The ‘Kanchanganga’ Himalayan ranges (3rd highest peak) at the right hand side with changing colours of the clouds and the cold were energizing my whole body and spirit. I took a right turn, walked couple of kilometers to reach the base of the monastery. This huge multistoried colourful structure was following the shape of the mountain, on which it was rested. That, thin rhythmic sound of gongs and chants was more clear, when I arrived in a beautiful large court, after climbing few steps. Rather, that mysterious sound attracted me and I moved myself, effortlessly. There was a very beautiful traditional monastery, covered with huge curtains and divine symbols. I was not able to attend anywhere else, but, that constant rhythmic sound…… With the hypnotized state of mind, I entered the monastery. The light inside was very less and in front was a huge golden Buddha in seating position. Many Buddhist Lamas sat on the floor, playing gongs and singing sacred words and chants with a very beautiful, synchronized rhythm.

That mystic, sacred rhythm, created a vibrating effect in my mind, filling my soul as well as the atmosphere. The whole body and the spirit inside and outside me was resonating with the sound, making me feel like surrendering myself, submitting to the spirit of the Divine space and Buddha. Every chant and sound finding it’s way into my consciousness, where, I forgot myself, became one with the space, with the sound, with the one almighty……………… 

I don’t remember, how much time I had spent there…. but, that was the experience of surrendering, giving and leaving away everything…… even the body… effortlessly…….. with joy.

Darkness

It was an experience, diving into myself to see and feel the darkness. I always think of the darkness, what is it? 

Is this just an absence of light? 

What would be it's nature, it’s shape…… 

what kind of touch, smell have the darkness? 

 Is it really possible to see the darkness with open eyes...... (don't think, it happens.. because, even there is no moon in the dark night, sun exists somewhere) 

In the darkness, you are you, only existence of pure consciousness, because.. 

you see nothing. 

You see limitless infinite darkness, a vast space, even though you are occupied in a physically limited volume. 

 One can experience this darkness by withdrawing all our relationships with outer world, thoughts, visualizations, assumptions, knowledge, conditions etc. etc.. 

For this, one need to close the eyes. In this state, one can feel the darkness, but can not see it. 

While descending down through a very narrow passage inside the mother earth, with uneven, unshaped steps in a dim candle light, I experienced the journey as climbing down into myself.

This place, I visited, was a small carved out space to stay, underground, almost 70 feet (22.0m) below the earth surface. This was created few centuries back for the children of royal families, with primary consideration of security. And it is located near Chitradurga, Karnataka, India. 

These parallel explorations through tight and sometimes little wide passage, inside the earth and inside myself were creating very different vibrations, feelings. 

In the carved out space at the bottom, decided to sit quietly for few minutes. Turned off the candle and…….. and…….. in few minutes...

The whole infinite world of darkness unfolded before me…. a fulfilment of the urge, which was there at the back of mind for several years.

 After few moments, when senses got tuned with the space and the spirit, I felt the existence of the darkness, outside and inside me. There was no difference between my inside and my outside... all the elements in the body, got dissolved.. Everything was unified so easily, that, I could touch the darkness, smell it, hear it.

And, I forgot, my eyes were open. 

Just a thought came and went…… is this the same experience, when I was in my mother’s womb…….

My Pilgrimage

 

This is the journey, exploration…. about, how I look at the things? how I perceive? how I understand the various places, their essence, little- little things and myself. 

To me, 

when I used to travel solo (my favorite)….. 

and sometimes with others, I travel with myself. I talk, share, interact with myself. 

So this journey is not only the physical, but also spiritual, where there is always, at every moment a chance, an opportunity for exciting encounters... understanding, refining the moments, 

experiencing - feeling the flavor of the space, folk, culture, food and many more…. 

When you are part of these places with their spirit, they become you and start to reveal so many things. They start talking to you. Slowly, you will understand their language. 

They have emotions. 

So, when you become one with them….sometimes you will cry, either happily when the soul is in tune with them or unhappily by knowing their unhealthy state. 

 For this, you need to be very sensitive, aware, towards everything, towards the surrounding space, elements, living- non living things. 

Need to be always alive, no regrets, when something happens on the way, and you accept everything.. happily. 

So my this journey, pilgrimage with the places and myself  had always cheered me and brought me a dimension, a sense and passion….. where….. I don’t remain ‘I’…….. 

And the journey continues……..