It was 2:00 AM when a voice stirred me from sleep. Not the sound of the world outside, but a call rising from within: “Oh, the one with teeth like pearls, is it not time to rise? Has dawn not yet arrived for you? Let us go to the river for our bath. The one who is brave like a lion cub, dark as the rain clouds, and radiant as the sun awaits.” I wrote down the inner voice to shape into a contemplation that others can enter. The voice I heard is the same voice Andal gave to the Gopis—it is the eternal reminder that the divine awaits, and that we must rise to meet it.
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I am Margashirsha.
This period is not just a season—it’s a sacred alignment where devotion, discipline, and culture converge. The month of Margashirsha is considered auspicious, a time when nature turns inward. The trees shed their leaves, symbolizing renunciation and preparation for renewal.
Nithyānanda.
Longing begins as the sense of something missing. It drives us through desires, journeys, and encounters. But when longing ripens into shraddha and bhakti, it ceases to be a search and becomes a recognition. Truth is not found outside; it rises within. And in that rising, questions vanish, leaving only the fragrance of Ananda — eternal, uncaused, infinite. This is Nithyananda.
You are the Artist; The Universe is the Canvas.
The world is Maya, dependent on the consciousness. The illusion is not false in the sense of non-existent, but contingent: like a reflection in a mirror. Without the gaze, the reflection vanishes. Awareness is the silent ground upon which the play of forms arises.
Krishna Kali.
The melody of the flute is the signal for Radha to slip out of her home into the darkness of the night and meet with Krishna quietly. Radha is a brave woman. Her family often wondered why she slips out into the deep forest at night. This happens every day. Does Radha have an affair? Does she have a secret lover? Is she committing adultery?
Tumburu.
In Hindu mythology, Tumburu and Naradha are two celestial musicians who carry Veena, a traditional stringed instrument with them. Tumburu’s veena is known as Kalavathi and Naradha’s veena is known as Mahati.
Death is dear.
The earth is four billion years old. It is expected to exist for another five billion years. Five billion years is a jiffy in the cosmic space. A jiffy is like the duration of a heartbeat. The earth will disappear in a jiffy in the cosmic space. So are the suns, stars and the galaxies.
Two Monks and Silence.
“Swami, please instruct me. Who is a Swami?”. “Your answer is in the question itself. The answer is in the ‘is’ ”. “I did not understand”. “One who is Swayam is a Swami. The one who is with oneself. This is the ‘is’ ”. “How do I understand?”. “You are Swayam in sleep. In sleep,…
Ganga Snanam Aacha?
Deepavali is synonymous with bathing. The bath on this day is auspicious and is called “Ganga Snanam”. This is equivalent to taking a dip in the Ganga river. On this day, a person is greeted by asking ‘Ganga snanam aacha?’ or ‘Did you complete the holy Ganga bath’?
Two Monks and one Truth.
Like a lion waiting for the gazelle, Yama the lord of death is waiting to ambush. Yama is behind from the time of birth, like a cat that is always behind a mouse.
Two monks and a lesson.
I am blind and I have one thousand eyes. This is mystery.
Chapter 5. Mahaan.
Liberation is certain for the one who remembers Arunachala. Being born in Kamalalaya, seeing Chidambharam and dying in Kashi are other ways for liberation – Skanda Purana.
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