On the Ghats

Then he taught to ease and become effortless in every act. Allow the heart to give, listen and understand. Let the mind become calm and completely involved.

On the ghats when he sat, after the evening aarti that gave him goosebumps, he meditated on the words of the Aarti. And then,  reflected on the words of the Master. He seemed to have transcendented to some other world.

From the morning till dawn, he was here, sitting and absorbing the flow of the river, it’s waves, life and people in picturesque motion. They all seem to be part of the divine drama, as if.

In the moonlit night, he sat on the boat and moved towards the other side of the ghat. The sand was cool and silence–felt vocal of his inner voice. He tried to listen to his own versions of the self in the moment and all that his heart yearned and his mind aspired.

On ghat, he sat in silence for endless hours. When he broke his silence, he talked to unknown people finding his own expressions in their talks and stories of past and dreams of present and future.

Pallav was with Aum. For two days they were visiting the temples and lanes of this religious city.

Both visited the same place and met same people. For one, the experience felt complete “emptiness” and for the other, it was complete “fulfilment.”

On the ghats each wave wrote new verses, on the ghats each wave unveiled new meaning.

 

 

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