Summer must pass through me

As deep the despair of winter, so high is the exuberance of the summer in this part of the world.  I flow with the summer taking in the heat, the light, the sounds and sights.

When the doors are thrown wide open
Letting in the light and air; 
When I step outside without a care
Or worry of what to wear

When I have soaked in many a dawns;
Gazed at cloudless blue skies
Reveled in the bright endless days

When I have smelt the wildflowers;
Seen the new snails, bunnies and herons;
Heard all the bird songs; 
Tasted all the tart berries

When I have suffered the stifling heat
Sweating through every pore; 
When I am tanned all over;
Bitten and bruised by insect bites
Then the summer has passed through me

Wave after wave of wildflowers

Song of Contentment..

Many a times I wake up with a fullness of heart. A heart that is overflowing; with contentment, gratitude and peace; for everything received and for everything revealed. Tears flow freely with an immense sense of gratitude to the divine providence which gives everything in the right measure. Kurai onrum illai is a song that expresses the sentiment of deep contentment and an abiding faith in the divine providence, eternally providing for all earthlings.

There is nothing I lack, O Lord
You remain invisible; 
my eyes cannot fathom your presence, 
even so I lack nothing, O Lord
You grant me everything I need, 
I seek nothing more my Lord
You remain hidden, 
your presence revealed only to the wise, 
even so I lack nothing
You forget none; in your breast
the mother,  the ocean of compassion who denies nothing
residing eternally; so how can I lack anything?
There is nothing I lack

kurai ondrum illai, marai moorthi kanna
kannukku theriyamal nirkindraai kanna
kannukku theriyamal nindraalum yenakku
kurai ondrum illai, marai moorthi kanna
vendiyathai thandhida venketesan yenrirukka
vendiyathu verillai marai moorthi kanna
manivanna malaiyappa govinda govinda
thirayin pin nirkinrai kanna
unnai marayodhum nyaaniyar mattume kaanbar
endralum kurai ondrum enakkillai kanna
yaadum marukkadha malayappa - un maarbil
yethum thara nirkum karunai kadal annai
endrum irundhida yedhu kurai enakku
ondrum kurai illai, marai moorthi kanna 
(by C Rajagopalachari )

There is nothing I lack, there is nothing more I seek. 

Born again ..

Twice born or dwija in Sanskrit or born again in Christianity refers to the spiritual rebirth of man. Man is born once and blossom physically into youthfulness. Having lived through the trials and tribulations of life in youth and adulthood, there comes a period of reflection bringing about a deeper understanding of life, its ebb and flow. After this period of introspection, we have the opportunity to be born again in this world; to see everything in a new light. This spiritual rebirth can set us free.

The life cycle of the dandelion is a classic example of spiritual rebirth and the freedom that comes with it. The dandelion blooms once from the bud, then withdraws only to bloom again as a puff ball of seeds. The seeds are dispersed by the wind and the dandelion finds its freedom and fulfills its purpose.

"Unless a person is born again his life will remain like a blank sheet in the book of existence." - Khalil Gibran

An anonymous life..

In a world where people bare open their daily lives to the public, I prefer to live an intensely private life. Protected from the glare of the public eye, unsolicited interruptions and distractions, I can focus on what is truly important to me. 

In an obscure corner of the world, I seek to live a quiet, unassuming life. One can live a creative and content life despite being a nobody to the world at large. In anonymity brews the golden richness of an inner life. I see, feel, think, love and learn and just as quietly I hope to take leave of this magnificent world.

How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!  - Emily Dickenson

I asked for fame, so others would know me; I was given obscurity, that I might know myself. - Billy Mills, Oglala Lakota

In the light and dust I find my freedom ..

We become truly free only when we transcend the limits of this little body and envelop the limitless. When we see ourselves as part of one big whole, nothing will feel alien to us. We will become one with everything there is ..the light, the dust and the grass. Our mind expands into the infinity of the universe and our thoughts become free to roam into its farthest corners.

The dust and light

Tagore, the philosopher poet sings of this freedom in his song Aamar mukti ..

My freedom is in the light of the sky
My freedom is in the dust, in the grass
Far beyond the mind and body I lose myself
My freedom soars in the melody of songs
My freedom is in the mind that is in everyone
Pain and danger made trifle by hard labor
My soul burns as a flame in the altar of the creator,
My freedom comes when I offer myself to thee

(Adapted from the translation by Ratna De) 

Aamar mukti aaloy aaloy ei aakashe,
Aamar mukti dhulay dhulay ghaase ghaase.
Dehomoner sudur paare haariye pheli aaponare,
Gaaner sure aamar mukti urdhe bhaase.
Aamar mukti sarbojaner moner maajhe,
Dukkhobipad-tuchchho-kara kotthin kaaje.
Bishwodhaatar jogyoshaala atmohomer bonhi jwaala -
Jiban jeno diyi aahuti mukti-aashe.

Call of the Inner child ..

Within each of us dwells a childlike spirit needing attention. Like a child craves for the mother's undivided attention, the 'inner child" yearns for our company.

Have you felt, at times the urge to abandon all chores and worldly cares? It is a call to commune with the inner child in leisure and solitude. So long as this call is neglected, there will be a restlessness and a nameless longing within us. We can be content only when we nourish the inner child.

The poet Tagore laments this neglect in the poem Tumi amay dekechhile chhutir nimontrone ..

You called me, to join you
On a day of leisure
I was far away from you
I know not what I was looking for

When finally I arrived at your shore
The setting sun was taking his last peek of the day
Through the mountain top, gazing at the glittering daffodils
And I realized my day has ended, unmindful and careless

You called me, to join you
On a day of leisure

Your writings, I see in the garland of shiuli flowers

Your words, in the glow of dawn, as if touched by gold

Your belated invitation reached this tired soul

On a cold night when bruised flowers are falling
Swept by the wind, listless in your absence.

You called me, to join you
On a day of leisure

(Translation credits: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3bRLN3twm8&list=RDB3bRLN3twm8&start_radio=1&t=1 )