Early in the morning, lighting the lamp before the brass lingam starts my day. Om Namah Shivaya… the beeja mantra floods my body and mind.
A train of thoughts fade in and fade out: - What metaphors the lingam conveys, I can only guess or imagine: Being Ardhanareeshwara… male and female… Lightness and heaviness… Yin and Yang… Being and non-being… Is-ness, here and now… Living in the three states and moving towards Turiya.
- Brahma, Vishnu, Maheswaraa… all imbibed in one. Even Devi is present in the lingam: engulfing the lingam in her yoni. This makes the lingam, for me, complete; not just a phallic symbol.
- When you worship the lingam, you are worshipping the very concepts of existence: the life force. Harmony. All is one. Equilibrium. Sex to Super-Consciousness. Fountainhead. Left Hand of God.
- How many worlds it encompasses? How many emotions it kills?
The train fades away somewhere, sometime. Looking at the lingam bathing in the warm glow soothes my eyes. Closing my eyes and meditating to the beeja mantra soothes our soul.
It’s that time of the year again when Moon and Venus are seen close to each other in the sky. Just like an enchanting, crescent-shaped smile and a beauty spot near the upper lip on a pretty woman’s face.
God knows what mischief these guys will be up to. What mind games will they play with us mortals?
Seeking. Stopping.
Living. Dying. Every moment.
Do I know where one begins and the other ends? Should I? Could I?
