MY WORLD

"To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour." - William Blake  F inding the universe in as minute as a grain of sand? It reminds us how in the microcosmos of a single grain there may be an imprint of the entire macro-cosmos. As the ancient hermetic saying goes”As above so below”. Every form has the touch of the universe, an impression of the divine hand. So we need not look outside or far away for the wisdom of the universe, we need only look inside of our self. Manly P. Hall had said, “We are the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves but we are also the atoms of gods that make up the universe”. However, the question is not what was said by whom over the years, but whether these words resonate with you.  There are these rare moments when  it does deeply sync within, that  you feel it in your bones, when it blossoms in your psyche, in your soul.  It becomes your

Inside my mind I dwell , sanctuaries in the middle of nowhere~ for I chose my hiding places too well sometimes deep within the forest, sometimes cozy in my bed, all it takes is one little magic spell~ but everywhere I be, it follows me a lovely companion whom mortals often crave every form has its touch, yet we rarely have the luck when it’s caught, it permeates  and I let it take my form, let it become I let the colors spread, like a canvas tinged with life ahead And no more I may see lingering thoughts of what may be or, memories and queries gathered like dust dancing in the air, haunting me ~

P eace and silence- they were visitors who hadn’t dropped in for a really long time. However, she knew they'd disappear as soon as they came.  And so underneath all this calm, she could sense the chaos building itself once again. She watched the petals fall gracefully on the floor glimmering with the morning dew as the sun rose once again revealing its splendid beauty. Her feeble eyes when beheld such magnificence untouched by the ugliness of reality, it felt like looking at a world far from her reach- warm and comforting, something she was so deprived of. For a moment she looked at her life not as her own, but of some character in a book being read by someone from a distance. Like she was resting in a chair beside the warmth of the fireplace with eyes closed, listening to the voice unravel the tale she was recently pulled out of. Like being transcended suddenly to a higher plane where all her problems disappeared, all the familiar faces became obscure-  nothing of th

R eality is stranger than fiction. She started to sense it when she began to question everything she did.  Why do we do what we do? What are our true goals? And What inspired it, fueled it.. how was it exactly created? Isn't most of our dreams to attain more, be more of whatever we are in our future? Isn’t that just the core of our life, "tomorrow"- and a better one. So, how was this cycle put into effect? In our minds, driven by myriads of our emotions- attained, unattained, unresolved, undealt, happy, sad.. or was it people just walking in the footsteps of their forefathers, of society, of their preconditioning, beliefs, that they don’t dare to question. Whatever it may be, it’s our own issues that create these dreams, it’s our own battles we fight each day and there is nothing wrong in putting our efforts in attaining it. If that’s what we came to do in this limited time that has been offered to us, to just learn from our journey as we watch our littl

A good girl- very conforming, did what she was asked to do and nothing more, behaved how she ought to behave around people– for there are rules, certain standards to follow. Because before knowing how we are we must know how we should not be. So, she quietly obeyed for her young mind could not grasp how this new world- she was suddenly ushered into, functioned, she thought “the grownups know better”… They told her she needs to fear - a good deal of fear needs to be installed in every part of her life. She needs to do homework daily else she'll be punished, needs to study daily and have good grades or else she’s dumb, should not waste her time playing outdoors,  should not speak unless spoken to, respect elders even when they are cruel, meet people and listen to them, talk to them, smile at them, to show up at family parties, and so on. When she asked why, why not skip homework once, why not try spending some time alone or even with those whose company she actual

"If you can feel your inner music, inner truth, inner faith, inner love, inner hope, you will start recognizing it around you. The whole universe will change for you because you have changed. And whatsoever you feel within, now will be felt all around. The world remains the same; but when you change, everything changes. With you, your universe becomes different. If you are rooted in the divine, the whole existence is rooted in the divine. If you are rooted in evil, the whole universe is a hell. It depends on you. It is you, magnified." ~The New Alchemy, Osho

You  came n you went,  like a silent blizzard, a foggy winter with a thousand and one lies  and a heart broken in splinters                             Rest well young one, For all that arrives plans to leave, Everything is in constant motion Journey of whose never seize The question is till when~ So, tell me o seeker, What that one had brought , What springs in your heart, For even the rain brings the water Every pain builds you stronger You talk about the marks, all the scars it had left, But all the talks are worthless,  it's the silence I had felt, What layers had you shed Tell me- What beauty do you see... What presence do you feel, The thirst that you now seek~ Tell me, What has melt in thee, For love is the sea It is the way, and the one that merges, For language says nothing, And Knowledge only collects  Only love brings you there Till you feel it everywhere~