Reflections as I Meditate……

 

They desired, YOU blessed, I am conceived

I cozily curl, secure and warmly cocooned in her womb

I kick, I turn, I toss and tumble, traumatizing her

Yet she bears me with care and love, an entire forty weeks

As compassionate hands ensure my safe passage into the planet

I finally emerge, much to their delight, wailing my head out.

With love, most undemanding, Mata-Pita - my first Gurus,

These selfless souls nurture and cherish me with care beyond compare

They nourish me with abundance, to good health and vigour

They are not alone, in contributing to my physical and mental wellbeing.

How can I ignore those unknown, unseen tillers and farmers

Without whose labours, I, like all others akin to me, would starve, and even perish!

Do I not owe my comfortable and tranquil sleep,

Yet to those nameless beings who crafted the bed on which I repose?

O Almighty, when I worship your Blemishless, Divine and Protective Padukas

How can I fail to acknowledge with gratitude, those faceless shoemakers

Who make possible with ease, my walks on rough, rugged, and thorny terrains?

My head bows down in eternal debt to those countless Gurus

Who initiated my Aksharabhyasam and led me beyond,

To that realm of knowledge and learning, a never-ending, enigmatic journey?

Even the Ravanas and Duryodhanas who bruise and batter my psyche

Are they not my benefactors, for they bring me closer to YOU?

There are umpteen others - unknown, unseen and nameless

Who shower their benevolence upon me as I plod on in this sojourn on Earth.

True to the dictum, “Deivam Manushya Roopena”

When it is YOU all the way…..

Through those known and familiar, to the innumerable strange benefactors

My very core should weigh down in humility and gratitude.

But why then this arrogance, what for this pride

Why do I seek validation, to what purpose, and from whom

Under what delusion do I dwell when I know all is illusion

I yet reside a tenant, in the vast and dark desert of ignorance

When will this veil of unintelligence and folly, part

To enable me to realize that

Except YOU, the veritable SAT CHIT ANAND

All else is but a mirage?

The Quest continues as I lumber on,

To know “Who Am I”

 

 

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