Gathered Blooms

A short poem on Arunachala Shiva where the seeker sees Him as the Lord, the Master and her own Being.     Shiva, the Lord of my heart,        You captured me unsought,        In your embrace I am eternally caught,        Beyond the dividing thoughts.        Shiva in my heart,        We are never apart,        'The sole being you are', you impart,        From this truth never should I depart.        Shiva is my heart,        Sans an end and a start,        From this truth of the heart,        Grace will never do me apart. PictureCourtesy: Wikipedia  https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annamalai_(Hill)

 

I was bird watching a few months ago at home when the lady who sweeps asked me in Tamil, " ஏனுங்க தன்னை போல இருந்துடீங்க ?" The literal translation may closely be "Why are you being by your SELF?" (This is a very common utterance) The words "தன்னை", which means 'Self' and "இருந்து", which means 'Being' struck a cord. Similarly goes the saying in Tamil, "சிவனேனு இருக்கிறேன்...", which closely may be translated as "I am being engrossed with Siva," or may be "I am inhering in S iva." (Also a very common utterance) Language seems to be reminding us of the 'essence', the 'being'.... May be all Indian languages or all languages for that matter.  Random musings....

Grace humbles one utterly. This poem is a simple and a humble narration  of the immensity of  the Grace of Lord Siva as Panchavarneshwara abiding in an ancient temple in Uraiyur, near Trichy on Mahashivratri.  In Shiva’s sacred night, Thousands thronged at His Feet, Into the massive temple that night, The timeless in time stood; to the eyes, an utter treat! I walked my way in the precincts, Of sculpted splendour of magnificence! In the ancient abode of Uraiyur distinct, Where Siva abides as Panchavarneswara, the significant! A form so small, yet with immeasurable might- I stood almost mute to address, With eyes fixed on Him in sheer delight, “Appa”, “Appa” were all that I could express! The priest waved the lamp to the light of all lights, For the earthly eyes to behold, Lost in the fanciful world of ethereal heights, To merge with Him within in bliss untold. I took a few steps turning around,       ...