Make me Dance O! Shiva

As the fight to control it all ceases, the fear within is replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated serene belief, life flows as its meant to; joyfully celebrating from one moment to another. O! Shiva, O! Mahadev, the benevolent eternal Vairagi, let the dance begin. I shall dance as thee wants; Lost in thy splendor…

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Is there a point to it all

Is there a point in falling in love; In dancing in the rain; In singing with the birds; In feeling unity or diversity or indifference towards anything or everything; Is there a point in providing a month load of grains, so as to absolve our own conscience, to a person who has lost it all;…

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To float and flow, Let go

To float and flow, Let go; To experience the magic present all around, Let go; To cease seeking control over it all, Let go; To listen to the melody of the Universe, Let go; To break free from the clutches of the mind, Let go; To witness the oneness in all that’s dual, Let go;…

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The Aim

In this intricate web of existence, the aim is so beautifully simple; To exist as it is; With the awareness and acceptance of the black, the white and the gray, both within and without; To live fully attached while being utterly detached; To embrace the world(Maya) without, while keeping alive the recluse(Vairagi) within; To be…

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I am a mere instrument, the music is his

Dancing within and without; there are times, when I do mistake the dance to be mine With inflated ego, I go round and round; being it all. both the dancer and the dance; In those moments of seeking and enjoying fame, little do I remember the privilege that comes attached to the “I”; The privilege of being…

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Worry not about your Shine

The flower worries not about the spread of its fragrance; it blossoms nonetheless; The tree worries not about the people savoring its fruits and shade; It spreads them nonetheless; The sun worries not about the spread of its light; it glows nonetheless; The peacock worries not about the audience; When the rain beckons it dances…

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Am I not

Am I not another page in your book; Am I not another expression of your whimsical desires; Am I not another outcome of the eternal play at large; Am I not another identity-less one, jumping around in false illusion I make my own; Am I not another form of the formless, bought to life for…

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