Stories and Poems

 

My yoga teacher read out a beautiful poem in class today. It gave me goosebumps and I think it will resonate with many of us. Enjoy!

For a New Beginning by John O'Donohue

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,

Where your thoughts never think to wander,

This beginning has been quietly forming,

Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,

Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,

Noticing how you willed yourself on,

Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety

And the gray promises that sameness whispered,

Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,

Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,

And out you stepped onto new ground,

Your eyes young again with energy and dream,

A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear

You can trust the promise of this opening;

Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning

That is at one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;

Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;

Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,

For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

Pam💗

 

 

 

 

Letting go 

the need to be high 

the need to be at peace 

the need for change 

the need to be respected

the need for love 

the need for support 

accepting what is 

broken without a guard 

uncertain, unresolved into the unknown 

just the okayness of being 

with trust in the divine 

real and authentic 

the humble human experience 

ready to be broken again 

Vimal 🙏

(saw this on the beach today) 

This is the poem I wrote drinking coffee in Highams Park, Greater north west London. I was saying goodbye to the big smoke, severing ties and preparing to take the long and hazardous pilgrimage to Glastonbury to graze in new spiritual pastures. Gnaw thy socks with jealousy Lord Byron...

 

Adieu, oh rumbustious carbuncle, cacophony of cyclist sweat,

Will I miss your chaotic whine, your shanty mess of buy to let,

Will I lament your pot-holed conduits, your capilliary tangle of trains,

Your tower of babel yapping, your grubby, vibrant lanes?

Will I remember the stomping grounds, where a child became a man,

Leciester square, regents park, ( twinned with Pakistan),

Muswell hill and Finchley, Edgeware, mill hill too,

Many nooks and crannies where experience could accrue.

Time to piss off, head for west, I'm done with the big smoke,

Time to find community, where the people are more 'woke'.

 

Dear soul family,

I'm sharing a song I made few days back. I'm sure you recognize the feeling of home within you and hence connect with this song. I hope this inspires you. 

Vimal 

Find the real source 
Let it be the guiding force 
Through this desert 
Of roses and thorns 

Only I can fill my empty pot 
Only then I can shine my light 
I have fallen many times 
But remembered to get back up 

To walk this path of rightness 
is to know that mistakes are not wrong 
But only steps to the divine 
which I couldn't see in my mind 

What do I really need ?
What do I really seek ?
I have known perfection is an illusion 
Still I chose to chase it 
Only to hit another brick wall

The walls have reminded me 
To look inside for the 
real source and guiding force 
Through this desert 
Of roses and thorns

- Sky falak

The inimitable Alan Watts - will give you goosebumps!!...

Discovering this forum thread, I feel like dropping one here... As the Shift continue bouncing through inner landscapes I am grateful for this corner of the (OHweb)Universe. Journeying through dimensions of existence, the pitfalls of illusion kept a traveller’s persistence, speaking through the voice of the another, the true sense of me was hidden in big brother. Who am I truly in this world of appearing Belonging to the lie and unaware of the inner clearing? The magic of the Universe itself starts talking, inspiring the seeker on the Path of walking. Through labyrinths of countless stories, unravelling all the way beyond cosmic worries - Am I actually here to learn, how is the experience of Life to discern? When the sky is blue as well as the ocean, let Mother Earth teach me of devotion, to something bigger than a false voice, creating more illusions and spreading noise. An open heart for a new beginning releases the burden of countless spinning. No amount of avoidance or civilized manners, what blocks the essence will be hit by hammers. While dwelling in this human suit, the sense of urgency becomes acute, that the shift in consciousness is making ripples, illuminating a sense of intergalactic stipples. Stepping on the other side of the rainbow carpet, learning to navigate through the spiritual market, The echoes of the primordial cosmic OM, through the valley of life and death call me Home. Let us choose a life that is worth living, facilitate the process of New Earth stemming, prior the tumultuous waters of planetary proportions, cleanse the light and numerous souls of their distortions. Speaking with the eyes of innocence on my face, galactic beings continue to hasten the pace This game of hide and seek is over, let my own Truth move the waters of turnover.

Wrote something today. Just wanted to share here..the recording is from my phone. I hope you will be able to hear it. 

I woke up today morning 
Took myself into my garden 
I spoke with the trees and the mountains 
Let myself led by the river 
Took me back when I was little 
I lived as one with the movement 

When did we loose our way 
Bought into these illusions 
Where did we loose our way 
Forgotten our innocence 

Times of deceit and vaccines 
Noone seems to remember 
We are all creators 
Heaven or hell its our choice 

Someone tell me why 
We do it to our own children 
Some explain to me why 
Coz I can't find a reason 

Broken hearts of mothers 
Are we the ones to blame ? 
Is it just beginning 
Or are we on the edge? 

Saint or sinner friend or a foe 
We are all in this together 
Why all the struggle 
Why do we fight 
Can we not see our future 

 I'm not giving up on my soul 
In the end it's the only thing that's real 
I'm standing my ground and shining my light 
Even if the whole world is too blind to see 

 

 

Convenience would be to play along
Pretend that I dont care
But I have played that game
A million times which lead nowhere
It takes courage to take a stand
No matter how hard it is

But I feel alive
To live in these times
To not know what my next step is
I feel alive
To live in these times
To gather my tribe who cares to live

To share from the heart
Without an ounce of untruth
To belong I must belong to myself
To live I must die a hundred deaths

With each step I let go of
What I thought was
To the unknown
Where I will meet you
In the depth of darkness
I see your light

        - Vimal 
 

 

I was bloated from all the delicious ghee-filled masala Dosas and coconut chutney I ate that day. Maybe it was because I had fasted the day before and the food was heavy on my stomach. I knew this already, but I couldn't stop myself. After all, I had spent hours preparing the batter, chopping onions, and preparing Kerala style Dosas for my friends in Himachal Pradesh. Of course, they had banded together to assist, and I had thoroughly enjoyed the process; it was like a community cooking event. I've been living in Bir, Himachal Pradesh, for the past month and have made some close friends during that time. We were all foodies who held feasts like this on a regular basis. It could be a Himachali Dham or a Maharastrian style Paav bhaji, the list goes on.

That evening, when I returned to my room, all I wanted to do was curl up in bed and watch a movie. I was about to do that when I remembered I needed something from the local store. Every day, the country's government imposes new laws and imposes lockdowns, and shops are only open until 5 p.m. So I should hurry, I reasoned, because the movie could wait a little longer.

On my way to the shop, there was an SUV car in front of me, and the vehicle's name, written in large letters, struck me as odd. It said "Harrier," but in my mind it said "Warrior." Maybe the cosmos didn't want me to curl up in bed that evening, but rather to do something different, I reasoned. I'd gotten better at reading these signs over time, and they always said something essential. "How am I supposed to channel this warrior energy?" For me, the answer came quickly in the shape of writing on a t-shirt. "Work out and stand out." The only person I wanted to stand out was my own lazy self, who preferred comfort over obstacles. I abandoned my plans to curl up and instead went for a lengthy walk through the woods that evening. I used to enjoy walking along that road, which was flanked by an oak tree forest on both sides and was accompanied by the soft soothing sound of the stream and the birds in the trees. I knew exactly where I was going: to a popular campground a few kilometres away and then back before it got too dark.

I was drawn to a side trail through the trees just before my destination. I was perplexed as to why I had never noticed this path. I was becoming more intrigued with each step. What is the destination of this path? Is it going to take me to a village or a lovely valley I've never seen before? What might I discover as a result of this turn? I didn't wind myself in any magical mystery land, but I did see a gorgeous house and a man with long hair tending to his garden a few yards down the route. He was dressed simply, as I've seen sadhus do, and it gave him the appearance of being spiritually inclined. The man and his surroundings exuded a mysterious and calm aura. Away from the hustle and bustle of the road, the environment was profoundly silent.

I wanted to meet this man in the middle of nowhere because I sensed a connection between us even before we met. Is he the owner of this lovely home? The man smiled as he greeted me. He identified himself as Aadya.

"I normally keep to myself and don't mix with strangers," he explained, "but today seems to be an exception." Maybe he was curious to meet this guy who would travel this remote road through the woods alone at this time. Aadya offered me some lemon tea and biscuits. We both shared a passion for music and singing. I enjoyed the few bhajans that Aadya sung for me. Soon, the topic went to his spiritual journey, and when he mentioned desirelessness and flowing as one with the universe, I knew exactly why I was there that evening. It's to hear his message and feel the energy that he exudes. Perhaps I, too, had something to offer - a mutual connection simply by being. I'd been feeling restless for a few days, but it was gradually dissipating as the chat progressed, leaving me with a sense of deep stillness and peace. What else does one want besides this realm of nothingness when every desire is fulfilled from within? What on earth could ever replace its grace?

I felt like I had reconnected with a long-lost friend when I left him late at night. Perhaps I reunited with a long-forgotten and buried part of myself? I was astounded by the universe's skilled hands, which connect you with the right people, with the right energy, at the right time. What could possibly be better than this? It's priceless, and it's pure magic! That day, I made the commitment to myself to follow the heartfelt pull whenever it presented itself to me, even if it pushed me out of my comfort zone.

End

 

Hey Vimal & Sharu,

You guys rock!
So inspirational.
Keep it flowing!

Blessings

Open

Bir, Himachal, after the rain, becomes breathtakingly gorgeous. The trees and bushes change colour and texture to a luscious dark green. It's as if nature ramped up the contrast while turning down the brightness. The forest and its inhabitants become much more alive and mysterious. If one is not engrossed in their own thoughts or glued to their smartphone, it is impossible to ignore the soothing sound of the stream. I was struck by how the white misty clouds looked to hug the far hills like the cream topping on an ice cream cone. If only I could taste it! Perhaps it would be a better idea to climb the hill near Bari Village so that I could admire the beauty of the mountains from above.

So I began my ascent, taking in the scenery around me. I came to a halt when I found a good spot to sit and meditate with a good view. Today was a vibrant and productive day, I thought, because it was filled with activities that I enjoyed doing with the people I cared about. But there was still a tinge of regret lurking somewhere in the back of my mind. I had previously visited this cafe and met a man with his girlfriend who was a paraglider. That had elicited an internal sense of desire. I watched as my mind took me on a ride to a fantasy island where I had a lot of money and could buy a camper van, put a bike in it, and travel wherever I wanted. It seemed to provide me with a sense of freedom that I felt I lacked at the time. I frequently let my mind run wild with its own sense of imagination. Then I realised that the things I seemed to want aren't so dissimilar to the things I already have, if only better. I'm travelling with an incredible friend who inspires and supports me, I have a bike and camping gear, I'm a good musician, and I have so much to offer. I'm in a lovely setting, and I consider myself fortunate to be able to walk around freely. What else do I require?

I began walking from where I sat and discovered this new path I had never taken before. New faces, new houses with lovely gardens in their front yards. How lovely and red are those roses? I'm smiling at everyone who crosses my path. It's as if the scenery on the outside coincided with an opening on the inside. What else could it be but a reflection of my own mind? If there is a state of freedom, it is one in which I am content and do not require anything else. Everything I need and consume seems to dim this light. I could hide and bury this light for a while, but it always seems to return, illuminating the path forward.

I recalled how my friend and I had been looking for a place to live for a few days and had not been able to discover anything that felt right. That was no longer required of me. I was ecstatic to try out this new way of living filled with adventure. How lovely it would be to camp near a stream one day and on top of a mountain the next, only eating raw, healthy fruits and salads. Then I realised - now that the need to find a place had passed, the universe will manifest exactly what we require! Only the need was cutting across the flow, with the mind attempting to take the flow somewhere I didn't need to be.

I was walking down from Bari to Bir Road when I observed this writing on a tshirt: "Swades." Yes, it felt like a homecoming - becoming who I am rather than who I want to be!