“Come Out,come away”

When I sit in the morning outside on the deck of my boat,before the majestic purple of the mountains crowned with the morning light,I know that I am eternal that I am ananda-rupam.

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My true form is not that of flesh and blood,but of joy.In the world where we habitually live,the self is so predominant that everything in it is of our own making and we starve because we have to feed upon ourselves. To know the truth is to become true;there is no other way.When we live the life of self,it is not possible for us to realize truth.

“Come out,come away.” This is the urgent cry we have in our soul-the cry in the blood of the chick,living in its shell.

These lines are from the book “Letters to Friend” by Rabindranath Tagore from page no 71 when he was in Srinagar Kashmir(October 1915).I don’t have any words or story to take a dig ,just a prevailing silence and willing to share with the readers.

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Feeling Blessed to be part of such a old Book(Letters to Friend)

This book is very old and Tagore’s hand writing along with an old stamp is absolute bonus ,feeling so lucky to borrow from the local library.

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I must say this book is deep work of consciousness.The writer’s acceptance of his inner and outer world with full grace,glorified situations on positive note every single time,with his all time favourite companionship of nature.So far I have read only around 40 pages but I can feel an intense stillness which made its path through acceptance and deep realisation of life.Before the actual chapters begin,there is an essay on personality of Tagore gives insight how he found his bonding with nature in its fullest expression.These lines showcases,how he witnessed silently

“Sometimes I would pass many months alone without speaking ,till the voice grew thin & weak due to lack of use”.

The essay summarises influencing factors and how Tagore’s consciousness progressed towards using literature for country’s well-being resulted in opening a school in the lap of nature named as “Shantiniketan”.This video gives a good presentation of the place’s art work with Bengali language in the background.

This line touched me“I know that I must pass through death.God Knows it is the death-pang that is tearing open my heart”.Tagore had given death a liberating and an eternal truth face,clearly reflects how much he was in pain when surrounded by death of family members.As an artist,he took death as clay and moulded completely into a different shape.

I completely feel that I would be hunting lots of words to do full justice with the book review in the next post.

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Mind Quote

Take care of me in loving manner then you have more control over me.

This wonderful quote, I realised today when I was talking to my son that immediately strike me its relation to mind. I simply said to my son “ask me nicely then you have more control over me”.

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So take care of your mind in loving manner to deal with you in full harmony.

No More Heaven

Tears are wet but tending to stop as well saying quietly fear always take back seat comparison to acceptance.

Eyes will keeping storing all types of memories but allow heart to open only cherished moments only.

World will enjoy serveral attempts asking to build,keeping proving,learn to be happy as well but the natrually happy soul never require to do so in abode.

One day when soul will tend to wrap up everything to begin the journey.

That day when all tears and memories will come under one roof in one colour,will  not even whisper allowing soul to be the only speaker.

Every moment will be an excuse to laugh, no more wishes to seek heaven in any time frame to last.

If I then Only

If I hold myself then only I can walk.

If I listen then only I can laugh.

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If I empty then only new memories can be welcomed.

If I forgive then only love can get more chance to happen.

 

A Little Author in Me

There is a little author in me.
Quietly gives answers to all the questions I feel.Fills me with all the excitement splendid with colors regardless of the situations.Loving yourself and little hard work is the only rule to play then only author can speak out in full way.

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Characters are laughing,playing, becoming nosier to grab attention but also singing happily in arms of the story willing to dance on my mind tunes already, ready to learn the world through me because there is a little author in me.

There is a little author in me.

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Pleading to Exhaust

Not impressed by world again but still want to live cheerfully happily spirit not in refrain.
Why so much still confusion  knowing that results are not my solutions.

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Enough dragged by desires so letting them go is the only way to acquire.
Oh shri hari please hold the hands of this servant pleading to forget the existence, thinking of you becomes  the only essence.
All the senses are willing to exhaust except the eyes employing tears serving the lotus feet lovingly dissolved.

Hari Bol

Elevated to Pure Blissfulness

Oh my mind you know that you are stable and restful when you are in service of your lord.You are not lost or wandering around,seeking pleasure by serverals hopes in or around.

Hey Shri Hari you are past, present and future so why to worry about something to or not to happen. Worldly desires exhaust in front of you, as love can only define you.

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Hey Hari forgive me for not seeing mercy of your lotus feet,not soaked in tears which soul always wanted to shed from years,elevating to pure blissfulness.

Hari Bol

 

Wet Desires

Eyes are wet,so desires are as well.

Love is asking me to forget everything because you are more precious than your high and low levellings.

Please speak through my eyes what’s the truth become my essence to live or to give up absolute.

Nothing last long except love so not to forget which is no-one your soul itself.

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Oh Vrindavan

   I have no idea why I am so addicted to think more and more about you.

Free from past, present and future thoughts, love is now the only demand.

Can’t claim equivalent to gopis who forgot dry eyes as Krishna was the only hope of life. Oh Vrindavan, I see myself far behind promising that I belong to you,so forgive me for all the inaction towards you, cover me in your dust  to serve allowing me to  shower you with flowers of my tears.

Hari Bol

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