Eternal Question

After losing the passion for ensuring that there are footprints left on every step of the way I walked, I started walking into a night in the making. Hoping there would be no other sunrise. If I looked back, I would definitely have things I would cherish. But I choose not to. Not because they would fade away with the arrival of night. But because I wanted to contemplate on the very existence itself.

The sun is setting behind my back. I looked down. I could see my shadow. I thought, Is the shadow real?. How would it be real, if it exists only in the presence of light?. And it cannot be unreal, because I'm looking at it at the moment. Is it the case that, there is really no way of telling if something is absolutely real or unreal if it is not permanent?. But then neither my body nor mind is permanent, they could perish anytime.

I thought, What if the world is devoid of the idea of reflection, then there is no way I could see myself entirely. Then the only way I can see myself entirely is to look at my own shadow. But that is not me. And, What if the nature of reality is in such a way that, One is ignorant of his own true self, lost in the experiences of body and mind, And being unable to realize that he is not the body and mind, as easy as realizing that one is not his shadow.

Then there manifests the eternal question. Who am I?. Who was born when the sun rose? Whose shadow was cast as body and mind in the presence of life? Who is dying when the sun is setting?

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Midnight Musings - Where You Reign Inside

It’s just neurons, transmitters, and DNA’s old code Yet the feeling arrives like a spell, like alchemy unfolding. In the day, a thought of you drifts in And my mind scatters like butterflies in a sunlit garden. At night, it returns soft, glowing And the fireflies of memory rise, comforting me. I don’t know anymore if I love you or the echo I’ve made of you Either way, no other feeling fits anymore. I dissolve in thoughts of you and feel myself disappear But then I realize I’m flying in the ocean of madness. Longing follows me everywhere I go Even shadows carry the shape of dreams that can never be true. Like tides pulled by the moon’s silent pull, my heart rises and falls with your nearness or your silence. The veena hums even though I lack the skill, like a pearl that shines far beneath, never fading, never mine. I’m still searching for a place inside me untouched by you but my heart has become your kingdom, where you reign as Queen .

Sandhya Vandanam - Krishna Yajurveda Paddhati

1. గురు నమస్కారం ఓం మహాగణాధిపతయే నమః శ్రీ గురుభ్యో నమః హరిః ఓం 2. శుచిః అపవిత్రః పవిత్రో వా సర్వావస్థాం గతోఽపి వా యః స్మరేత్పుండరీకాక్షం స బాహ్యాభ్యన్తరశ్శుచిః పుండరీకాక్ష పుండరీకాక్ష పుండరీకాక్షాయ నమః (ఉద్ధరిణి లో నీళ్లు తీసుకొని కుడి చేతి మధ్యవేలు తో మీద జల్లుకుంటూ మంత్రం చెప్పాలి ) 3. పురాణ ఆచమనం ఓం కేశవాయ స్వాహా ఓం నారాయణాయ స్వాహా ఓం మాధవాయ స్వాహా ఓం గోవిందాయ నమః (మొదటి మూడు నామాలకు ఆచమనం చేసి నాలుగవ నామానికి చెయ్యి శుభ్రం చేసుకోవాలి.మిగిలిన నామాలు మాములుగా పఠిస్తే చాలు ) ఓం విష్ణవే నమః ఓం మధుసూదనాయ నమః ఓం త్రివిక్రమాయ నమః ఓం వామనాయ నమః ఓం శ్రీధరాయ నమః ఓం హృషీకేశాయ నమః ఓం పద్మనాభాయ నమః ఓం దామోదరాయ నమః ఓం సంకర్షణాయ నమః ఓం వాసుదేవాయ నమః ఓం ప్రద్యుమ్నాయ నమః ఓం అనిరుద్ధాయ నమః ఓం పురుషోత్తమాయ నమః ఓం అధోక్షజాయ నమః ఓం నారసింహాయ నమః ఓం అచ్యుతాయ నమః ఓం జనార్ధనాయ నమః ఓం ఉపేంద్రాయ నమః ఓం హరయే నమః ఓం శ్రీకృష్ణాయ నమః స్మృత్యాచమనము ౧. త్రిరాచామేత్ (స్వాహా | స్వాహా | స్వాహా ) ౨. ద్విఃపరిమృజ్య (పెదవులు) ౩. సకృదుపస్పృశ్య (పెదవులు) ౪. దక్షిణేన పాణినా సవ్యంప్రోక్ష్య (ఎడమ...

Death

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