Morning Raga

My life has been like the Morning Raga of sorts lately. I wake up listenin to the strong and powerful vibrations of mind blowing mantras. The cold wind blowing on my face, is a strong reminder that brings me back to reality. The air is always white, things around me are white, though there is so much green everywhere. The dew drops on the trees and on the lawn. The chillness on the tip of my nose, the pack of wild bisons on the mountains from time to time, the buzz from the many ciggys and coffee, the shriek from the kids every now and then, wetness, puddles, the ever smiling face of the youngest kid, long walks in the forest, bonfire out in the lawn in the cold nights, rains, sitting by the fireplace inside the house talking endlessly bout every single topic in the world, is all an eye opener of sorts.

Am not the lazy types. Am not the one who would sit in the same place for more than ten mts without doin anything. But this break has taught me so much more than I ever imagined in my wildest of dreams. It’s been like a dream. Nothing to look fwd to each day, but everything to look fwd to by the end of the day. I now believe that when you THINK right, whatever you think is RIGHT. The philosophy in all this process is simple, yet so complicated. Discussions so enlightening, the power of silence, the power of meditation, the power of POWER.

It’s a Journey, a trip, on a lone path, full of colours, full of light and so full of happiness.

Songs playing in my head
Sounds that are distinct
Secret thoughts out to be heard

Hear Me
Hear Me
Hear me out Loud

Piercing eyes
Sharp words
A gentle rub

Feels light
Feels divine
Feels Heavenly

Hear Me
Hear Me
Hear Me out Loud

Open those eyes
Open those ears
Open the mind and the soul will follow