Devoutly Yours…

Devoutly Yours…

Hap,Hap,Haply until all merges into that ONE☝️and only!

From: A sentimental fool —Ms.Plague!

Venerably, nothing seems as it seems

With many monstrous clouds , all around, casted over these surrounding scenes,

Much as much as everything held over—these outlandish schemes

Ushering me into thee,

As all the profusion of plenty —makes your presence in feels and it’s as vivid as can be seen

Sure, such days, can make me think about everything seem like a dream !

And committed to such a devise,

The farthest to the farthest, I can leap is this —DREAM….

Night Out In The Reverie !

Set before me was this silent night

An intriguing mystery— inlaid upon mind’s sight

Ah! That, like celestially grown,

all unfolding —right there, right before—my eyes!

O! Such stillness awakens to my souls’ delight

As waking senses go deeper with meanings spangled upon my life,

And in it, a spirit beholding nature’s stillness, comes from above—showering ethereal highs,

Yet, in all it’s scores—

Revving up in ever winnings,

and never to stop showing it twice, thrice !

Ah! It’s nature wearing that—one universal grin, all aright!

Then, with elemental grace,forth in feelings, just comes up to a soulful rise ! Such is its magnificence,held unto harmonies, deep thro’ those heavenly skies

Yeah, it’s Yonder’s delight!

That in which, music brings in, bliss sufficient, to stream down hope— as a balm of life

Herein, rays of light, scarf up serene, as not to contain any other strife

And, by and by, another mesmerism, launches upon, to take on its heavenly flight

O! What a Night!

Where in, harmonies of illusions — being launched first, then reappear to have duly revived;

brighter than bright; and as to its worth, fully enjoyed!

O! What a sepulcher sight!

And this is the way this reverie alights

Relentlessly in which, the soul takes on a different dimensional spright

And while the spirit moves—thro’ and thro’ this eternal flow of life ..

It’s natural to blend in with those transeptal aisles

O look!

There comes this blazoned scheme of amorphous delights

As celestial as it reveals stark nakedness to the nature’s eye

Oh! Of such softly soothing supernal sights

Who can escape them nor turn a deaf ear towards that mind’s I ….

O! Often have I loitered amid those silent nights—to feel it’s feels, and sink in it’s void

Plunging thro’ echoes unvaried in sighs!

Perhaps, all was for an absolute mystical descry

And here, as the dew streams run thro’ those ivies, sleeping in slumbers, and showing great mysterious guise;

There—my eyelids hangover those reveries, wanting to sleep in,with each tenderness all by my side…

And while the flowing river flows, ever in darker hues— sealing wonders of this space and that time!

Beneath it all spreads, this serene life ,upon which, that heavenly elegance, prefabricates it’s own —heavenly designs!

Shhh! Look! There’s silence settling in, beneath those cobbled stones, all so visibly confined,

And besides it lingers, this celestial grass, resting in a composure with calmness all affixed and all allied…

O! Look ! the radiance in the moonlight seems so divine,

With the whispering winds disappearing into those majestic oaks along with maidenly pines

As I remain speechless in that one moment of time

Where sacred feels,duly dispersed and all dressed in all its feel—purely feel fully sanctified…

O! Look ! Now, the day begins to break,

As Crimson golds mount up the skies

Making merry these beautiful mornings

For those visible glories to rise up and shine…

O! Look! It seems, as though, my beloved has arrived !

O! My Dearest … I am sending my heart 💜 to forge over these words before these illusive moments pass us by ….

True to life, many moments have passed and I stand witness to these times —rolling—by and by !

And this day has scarcely taken its turn and thoughts of you are coming knocking at my door, singing these hymnal sighs—

मनोबुद्ध्यहङ्कार चित्तानि नाहं

न च श्रोत्रजिह्वे न च घ्राणनेत्रे ।

न च व्योम भूमिर्न तेजो न वायुः

चिदानन्दरूपः शिवोऽहम् शिवोऽहम् ॥१॥

manobuddhyahaṅkāra cittāni nāhaṃ

na ca śrotrajihve na ca ghrāṇanetre .

na ca vyoma bhūmirna tejo na vāyuḥ

cidānandarūpaḥ śivo’ham śivo’ham ||1||

Neither am I the mind nor intelligence or ego,

Neither am I the organs of hearing (ears), nor that of tasting (tongue), smelling (nose) or seeing (eyes),

Neither am I the sky, nor the earth, neither the fire nor the air,

I am Shiva, the supreme auspiciousness of the nature of consciousness-bliss.

I am (Shiva) the auspiciousness.

न च प्राणसंज्ञो न वै पञ्चवायुः

न वा सप्तधातुः न वा पञ्चकोशः ।

न वाक्पाणिपादं न चोपस्थपायु

चिदानन्दरूपः शिवोऽहम् शिवोऽहम् ॥२॥

na ca prāṇasaṃjño na vai pañcavāyuḥ

na vā saptadhātuḥ na vā pañcakośaḥ .

na vākpāṇipādaṃ na copasthapāyu

cidānandarūpaḥ śivo’ham śivo’ham ||2||

Neither am I the vital breath, nor the five vital air,

Neither am I the seven ingredients (of the body), nor the five sheaths (of the body),

Neither am I the organ of speech, nor the organs for holding (hand), movement (feet) or excretion,

Iam the ever pure blissful consciousness; I am Shiva, I am Shiva,

The ever pure blissful consciousness.

न मे द्वेषरागौ न मे लोभमोहौ

मदो नैव मे नैव मात्सर्यभावः ।

न धर्मो न चार्थो न कामो न मोक्षः

चिदानन्दरूपः शिवोऽहम् शिवोऽहम् ॥३॥

na me dveṣarāgau na me lobhamohau

mado naiva me naiva mātsaryabhāvaḥ .

na dharmo na cārtho na kāmo na mokṣaḥ

cidānandarūpaḥ śivo’ham śivo’ham ||3||

Neither do I have hatred, nor attachment, neither greed nor infatuation,

Neither do I have passion, nor feelings of envy and jealousy,

I am not within the bounds of dharma (righteousness), artha (wealth), kama (desire) and moksha (liberation) (the four purusarthas of life),

I am Shiva, the supreme auspiciousness of the nature of consciousness-bliss.

I am (Shiva) the auspiciousness.

न पुण्यं न पापं न सौख्यं न दुःखं

न मन्त्रो न तीर्थं न वेदा न यज्ञाः ।

अहं भोजनं नैव भोज्यं न भोक्ता

चिदानन्दरूपः शिवोऽहम् शिवोऽहम् ॥४॥

na puṇyaṃ na pāpaṃ na saukhyaṃ na duḥkhaṃ

na mantro na tīrthaṃ na vedā na yajñāḥ .

ahaṃ bhojanaṃ naiva bhojyaṃ na bhoktā

cidānandarūpaḥ śivo’ham śivo’ham ||4||

Neither am I bound by merits nor sins, neither by worldly joys nor by sorrows,

Neither am I bound by sacred hymns nor by sacred places, neither by sacred scriptures nor by sacrifies,

I am neither enjoyment (experience), nor an object to be enjoyed (experienced), nor the enjoyer (experiencer),

I am Shiva, the supreme auspiciousness of the nature of consciousness-bliss.

I am (Shiva) the auspiciousness.

न मृत्युर्न शङ्का न मे जातिभेदः

पिता नैव मे नैव माता न जन्मः ।

न बन्धुर्न मित्रं गुरुर्नैव शिष्यं

चिदानन्दरूपः शिवोऽहम् शिवोऽहम् ॥५॥

na mṛtyurna śaṅkā na me jātibhedaḥ

pitā naiva me naiva mātā na janmaḥ .

na bandhurna mitraṃ gururnaiva śiṣyaṃ

cidānandarūpaḥ śivo’ham śivo’ham ||5||

Neither am I bound by death and its fear, nor by the rules of caste and its distinctions,

Neither do I have father and mother, nor do I have birth,

Neither do I have relations nor friends, neither spiritual teacher nor disciple,

I am Shiva, the supreme auspiciousness of the nature of consciousness-bliss.

I am (Shiva) the auspiciousness.

अहं निर्विकल्पो निराकाररूपो

विभुत्वाच्च सर्वत्र सर्वेन्द्रियाणाम् ।

न चासङ्गतं नैव मुक्तिर्न मेयः

चिदानन्दरूपः शिवोऽहम् शिवोऽहम् ॥६॥

ahaṃ nirvikalpo nirākārarūpo

vibhutvācca sarvatra sarvendriyāṇām .

na cāsaṅgataṃ naiva muktirna meyaḥ

cidānandarūpaḥ śivo’ham śivo’ham ||6||

I am without any variation, and without any form,

I am present everywhere as the underlying substratum of everything, and behind all sense organs,

Neither do I get attached to anything, nor get freed from anything,

I am Shiva, the supreme auspiciousness of the nature of consciousness-bliss.

I am (Shiva) the auspiciousness.

[Mantra chants composed by Adi Shankara (8th c. CE), also called Adi Shankaracharya, a teacher of “Advaita Vedantic Philosophy .” ]

In short,now, I have started worshipping thee!

Yes like this 🙏 …through these forms .. The grace in these “mantraas,” (hymns) reverberate through my senses as I think of you as he ☝️

Yes it’s all —muzzled in all it’s smoky forms —charging at me in ever fresh forbearance —as fleets —for me to possess you as thee—my Lord!

For those hardened to maturity, this is what life comes to be. Yes, it brings in a change!

“Will you remember me?” you ask.

“No doubt, quick folded to eternity, my appearance in every form as me will appear —always—as you in me and me in you —always!” I believe!

Is it very early for me to make believe. But in time, keeping to that faith , I will hold that light—emblematic and in all closeness as a resemblance of you in me. Yes, I truly believe!

Will I ever make sense to you ?!

For much of the show to be seen —as it seems

I shall be finally lain in your arms —for that —nature to wear —that one universal grin

Until those distances shall be totally torn

As long thawts made short,

For an aperture to be born..

Not for me , but for you alone

As for you and for me to atone

Each in the rosary as each chant pays its allegiance … for this prayer 🙏 🤲 🛐📿 🧿 to be born.

And when you do the honor of speaking to me next on this subject—of love, I shall hope to receive a more exact response than you giving me a prayer in response . I know that’s ☝️ what you might ask me now. Speaking the truth from my heart ( not accusing you of this cruelty,) I shall say—why this separation?!

And I know, as an excuse you will reject me as a distraction —perhaps, as much to discourage my suit as being consistent with feminine sentimentality.

To that ….here’s my response…

My Dear :

By the time you cast your eyes on this letter —you shall be part of a corterie, belonging to a religion and all its processes assumed to make you faithful towards its teachings. Would you then hold the same love —ever fresh to be better held, or still better—prefer— marching beyond “wisened innocence,” quickened not to be ever told?! Will I be enough to be forever held as no other thought but love? Tell me?

Do you see what shall finally befall as this fateful love letter unfolds, expands and launches itself upon immortality.

I Promise! These verses will ever bear my spirits on high and enclose all the grace of your wholesome love. O love, inevitably, absolving all, now or at any time, our love shall serve this —exquisite transition—unbounded towards and leading onwards unto the spirit of the ☝️ “one —almighty!

This is a sort of a prelude to that ecstatic surge that proposes to flame 🔥 the world which mocks the “space and time,” between us.

Look! these verses, encased in all smitten charms —think of thee, as though in a worship.

My love, every pulse of time and in each pang of mine, you shall exist!

…Now and forever …..

Don’t worry about me. I shall be nonchalant,taking off to all the nothing that has ever been known, and for everything that was tempestuously grown.

I shall ever awaken as an echo to open fields.

I remain 🛐💜🫵🏼