He understood what he'd always sensed that it was not the power of cosmic field or quantum vacuum which would propel them into the new world, it was the mind. The "para-Shakti" had manifested the Mind, but how can it be so, one needed a mind at least a strand to conceive one. -
Who manifested the mind baffled the gods, they were new in this world. The stories they had heard of the never ending pillar of light from brahma's own sons were utterly unbelievable, they could not fathom how can something not have an end or a beginning, even their lives had finite confines. -
A voice chanted in the the ether calling all Gods ? The voice of of Sada shiva- the one who had witnessed the eternal pillar of light, and the failed attempts to scale it by "Varah" vishnu and hams-brahma. -
The voice belonged to no man or no woman, it resonated like a thousand conchs were blown into the mahat-field of space and time, seeping into the orbits an unknown vibration. -
The gods knew this voice came from a distant place, a place which had seen earth and it's sibling planets grow up around a draft star, which now they called "Vamana" This voice knew them in way they didn't know themselves. -
The voice commanded that half of the gods become "Movement" and half "stillness" the universe started to expand and contract all at the same time then… The voice was gone, it had become part of everything, both waves and particles. -
The leader of "spandhan- the movement" "Kartikeya" took the seekers into a circle around the cosmos finding the star gate of the primordial mind, and Vinayaka the master of stillness sat and delved deep into the synaptic rhythms to find the hidden key to open such portals. - They shall meet one and other in sinusoidal oscillations. It would be blue...To know where the voice and the primordial mind came from, they must listen to every atom's yearning. - - - Text : Abhi Abhiart - Painting size - 6ft x 4ft, acrylics on canvas.
As she swirled the world into a story, the birds became her tongue, the tigers her eyes, the deer her fingers, the snakes her ornaments, the eagle became her feet, the bear her belly, the owl her ears, the stag her shoulders, the fish her brows, the tree became her heart, She became the forest herself, the scribe and abode to poets of yonder, and with that and more she gave away every ounce of her light to everyone around her, only a mother could do that. She blended in everyone's heart as courage and kindness and the ones who longed for her when she was gone found her there lifting them up. -
Mother bless me to become Shanti (peace), to become Daya (compassion) to become Shunya (nothingness) to become Sattva (illuminated) bless me to become a tendril of your love unbound." -
They had decided to "Still" time itself, after all they were Gods but each win for time came as longer separation for the lovers.
to come out of its clasps wasn't easy.
today they had joined in after centuries of yearning.
each life of theirs represented by a color.
the gold for the womb, the silver for breath. the green of the forest, the blue of the ocean, the orange of the fire, the purple of the heavens, the reds of the netherworld, the ochre of the gallows, the crimson of the battle, the black of dreams, the white of the swans, the cobalt of kindness, The greys of age
they again merged together as one single color and seeped themselves into the thin membranes of time... time who was weakened by their victory ,rose gently and in servitude to their love, opened its veils to anyone who willed to look through it. colors of time...washed the world of its pain and remorse, that's what the god-lovers wanted.
Today on Holi, give in kindness, treat colors to those you love, to those in need, give water to a plant and put turmeric on your forehead like a child of the sun.🌻🌷🌻