Goddess has emerged at OZORA, gratitude for sending love & blessings, it’s poured in the drawn prayer. I’m in Hungary at OZORA festival making a live-painting at the Dragon nest for another three days.6thAug. 🙏💜🐳
Kali & guardian cats, inspired by the condition of stray animals, how they depend on small token of kindness from humanity. mistreated and ostracized by superstitions, black is auspicious. invoking the Mother goddess brings us closer to empathy, little acts of love🙏🖤
श्रीभगवानुवाच | कालोऽस्मि लोकक्षयकृत्प्रवृद्धो लोकान्समाहर्तुमिह प्रवृत्त: | ऋतेऽपि त्वां न भविष्यन्ति सर्वे येऽवस्थिता: प्रत्यनीकेषु योधा I am Time, the destroyer of worlds. Even without your participation, the warriors in the opposing army have died already in my realm.
Sharing these Mahabharata explorations & verses have been very humbling. discussing & diving into it humanistic & spiritual riches with you all. Grateful for the exceptional notes & responses, it shows why creativity was opted by ancients to tell the most profound things.🙏🐳
If you keep the Mahabharata in homes, fights & conflicts will happen. Conflicts happen anyways, So,it’s not about ‘Keeping it’ but Reading it’ MB is a deep contemplation about the nature of conflicts,it’s causes, lessons of wisdom & spirit.Reading it actually dilutes conflicts.
In a world which spins, the mind shall oscillate too, forever stranded by the reins of one’s own biases, delusional realities rules it and there’s no pausing the ever flowing, so become an Observer of the breath Partha, Begin to flow & be still, become a divine song.
Impossibilities must be embraced to restore dharma, Partha. Not just in the realm of men, but if it’s in discord, even the kingdom of Gods must be challenged. I took upon such an absolution once for my people, where I lifted an entire mountain to protect the truth.
Partha, the astute seeker, this ‘Within’ you search for inside your being, must be reached through discovering nature-Isha, transcending realities-avatarn, universal alignment-Bhakti, Karm& Gyan, All these within’s &more swirl within me as-Paramatman & lovingly in you as-jivatman
I saw his glimmer Madhava, he told me Father, there’s only one exit. There never was a way out of this vuyh called life, all who enter must go through that one door, death. The only choice we have if it can mean something, then we may love & live as if we are reborn each day.
I saw his glimmer Madhava, he told me Father, there’s only one exit. There never was a way out of this vuyh called life, all who enter must go through that one door, death. The only choice we have if it can mean something, then we may love & live as if we are reborn each day.
Where does loss end? The lullaby of birth and the innocence of childhood vanish, so then why not this despair? who is the winner of this war,oh Achintya Keshvan, tell me-how did my affectionate son,welcomed his death? Tell me each wound of his,for my prayers will be that astute.
The mother who transformed into a tapasvin, raised a virtuous child on her own cradled by the wilderness of the forest, befitting the man who she fell in love with, “a cannibalistic darkness infects men’s hearts, to which no Raksha is equal, only through dharma it can be cleaned”
Can one be ever emancipated, liberated from one’s own self inflicted wounds, disguised as oaths, the trauma & tyranny pretending as virtues? I call upon my own death, oh vadudeva, let the hamsa’s bring it to me, it’s time to wither always in that eternity.
In his premonition he knew, that in the next life, this feminine force of unparalleled values, whose served a dejected fate, because of him, being discarded, shall immerse in a penance to become the instrument of death in her next life to carry out his end.
Can reality be discerned through the eyes? Not even close, eyes deceive in ways which veils the actual truth. It’s a gateway of vanity & senseless fixation. To forsake such predicaments of the spirit, is to truly begin to see. Who am I?
Daughter of the fisherman, whose son from the sacred safe shall inscribe the epic, the grandmother to both sides, one who shall retire to the forest for penance and shall leave her body there.
Planner of Vyus, second in command to the senapati, a war-strategist, a son to the one who knew horses in & out, himself a fatal warrior, He caused great destruction in the war, killing many Kaurava foe & esp on the 17th day, fighting with unparalleled might.
An eclipsed sun, an enigma who had perilous beginnings, you all know him, what are your takes, contemplations on him? Unparalleled, self-inflicted, untapped potential, fixated, or knew all too well, it’s a fallen world, doesn’t matter who’s side you are on or does it?
The illusionist, another ardent son who knowingly embraced his own death by the great Vasuki weapon, even in his wounded state, he fought till his last breath, making the elders full of grief, thus marking his place in their hearts forever.
The eldest of the nine sons, of the man who lived life of an eclipsed sun, a valiant warrior who defeated most upa-pandavas, almost killed sahdev, defeated bhim, nakul, drupad & Virata’s matsya army, eventually dying like a lion, pandavas blessed him after vanquishing him.
