In the beginning the river Ganges is so swift and fast that nothing much remains same on her way over a period. It carves its way out of the mountains and forests and reaches the sea to submerge. That is the way we begin our life too. In our childhood, we are full of energy and as we reach the end, we become sluggish and powerless.
The all powerful flowing river, Holy Ganges reached the edge of its journey, ready to merge with the eternal sea, and as the silt rises from all sides to block its path, an indestructible Peepul tree reaches out to hold her hands with a promise of a renewed life…
“The sluggish river, as it brings all the mud of its karma over the life lived, which inhibits its merging with the eternal sea. The silence is attained in the end, before another journey begins; the stillness of being at the precipice of another fall or rise, an endless beginning, where our nature itself is the seed for another tree or another river to burst forth.
But the Holy Ganges is in doubts, to which it says, that flowing is your being, so flow over the karmic barriers that hinders your emergence into a different space, because if you don’t, then you don’t exist.
So you see, son, it’s our duty to do what we are destined to do in life, and do it despite obstacles and doubts. It is our nature to be and do and it is our inner self that lifts us up after a fall as a friend does. Now when you cross the barriers, you must withdraw your ego, senses, and desires; to continue what you have been doing, surrender to the sea, withdrawing all that was there around you, within you as the tortoise does. Just be in the silence of being, and merge in the eternity that is around you. And the eternal sea will, wave upon wave, change your individual self into universal consciousness.
Death is not the destruction of your body or the flowing stream, but the merging of your dreams, desires, sorrow, and anger into an eternal calm—a deep sigh that echoes an eternal calm of eternity. O Ganga! That is OM.”
Entangled, wet and submerged
In crashing waves, the ocean scent
The sea waves
Think, play, sifting sun and sand
Like the fingers of my hand
Pressed against the darkness
That was long time ago – a sunset
I sieve the destiny off my inner self
Trying to find, where I am going
In which fabric of cosmic design,
I color the threads
And reality dawns;
The whole life is nothing
Just a preparation of death.
Extricating my self
Off the foams that froth the listless beach
I got up and walked, leaving footprints
To fend for themselves.
I walked, and walked
All along the sea
Looking for the promised emptiness of light
Wondering all the way,
If it was also looking for me…?
Life in living is more of driftwood
Than a flowering plant
Knowing no roots
Belonging no one
Lost in the emptiness
As memories lose their meaning
In becoming words, turning
My pain into poetic shell
A darkness to hide within
Where windows do crack open sometimes
To another darkness
Of knowing nothing else than questions
Have nothing to say
Close all the senses Hold your mind on untouched breath Calm eternity
A Haiku from the first song of the Monk, based on Bhagwad Gita’s Shloka, first published in the book Songs of the Mist (Pg 14).
The Monk in his wandering across Himalaya, alongwith Ashutosh, sings 9 songs, which he called the songs of the mist, to make Ashutosh see the reason of life and about the way of Yogi. In this Haiku, as advised by Krishna in Bhagwad Gita Shloka from Chapter 3, to find the peace within one has to get away from sense desires and focus on inner self. This, as the monk says, can only happen through the yogi’s breathing practice.
The 3 Part Book Series, follow the life of a mysterious Monk and a young heart broken boy in Himalaya, who is on the path of self discovery. The first book "Songs of the Mist" has been published in Dec, 2015 to wide critical acclaim.