Weeping willow

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For years, we lived in her majestic presence.

Gracefully she would sway in the breeze and allow secrets to ripple through her hair, making music as through a harp.

She listened quietly to our dreams as we stared at the sunlight streaming through.

And when the storms came, she stood strong and bravely took on the lashes from the forces. The next morning she would stand bruised but tall, and so she reminded us of the inevitable ways of nature.. having faced the onslaught so courageously, she emerged more beautiful still.

When disease came over her, she did not complain, having stood all her life, she gently lay down one fine day, to her final rest.
Leaving behind a mark and many quiet lessons in our lives, that would remain forever.

Weeping Willow.

Sauce Lloron.

Process

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In the whole act of creation, the process; from the first conception to the final birth is where the art is. The process, when lived with full awareness has a breath taking beauty.  An active participation with a state of full absorption to the exclusion of all else. In this moment, I could die, with no regret of the future or of the past for just having lived that moment to its fullness.

The life of the artist, then is a string of these complete moments from the process of creation.  So it is irrelevant really,  whether you give form, or word. Whether you create the most complex painting or just stand in one spot, staring at another spot. If you reached that moment of “death with no regret” or complete absorption, which in turn changed something in you forever, your art is complete.

These moments, are a result of an urgent sense of self inquiry, or self expression with a specific trajectory. When they come again and again, over a sustained period of time, without loosing focus or drive. They lead to a clearer understanding of the driving force behind that urgency and when and if you are able to share it and touch another, in an unspoken, indescribable sort of a way, because somewhere deep down they have that same urgency or yearning too, some may be in touch with it and some may not.. That, then becomes the masterpiece, which is the life of the artist.

On creation and synchronicity.

A pulsating desire fuels me to create. It hasn’t always been like this. This is a recent occurrence in my life, it is as it were, some elements aligning themselves to give rise to certain motions. It is only now, slowly revealing itself to me, and I am yet to understand it completely. My dreams are those of creations, moving and taking on a life of their own and I wake with the intense desire to act out those creations in the physical realm. I am being guided, beyond my will by a primal force.

A few weeks ago, for some reason I researched the hymn of creation from the Rig Vedas. Now, I have no prior knowledge of the Rig Vedas or of this particular hymn or sukta – The Nasadiya Sukta and cannot really say why or how I came to search it out. But somehow I came to look it up and then I found myself reading it aloud, over and over again. Unable to comprehend it fully, for the translation wasn’t the clearest.  I reached out for help to my teacher, who is adept in Sanskrit with a plea to help me understand the essence of the hymn, but she said she had neither time nor enough knowledge to help me. A few days later, a book found it’s way to me – Ritual art of India. The first page I turned, contained the Nasadiya Sukta in a beautiful translation. I was overwhelmed to tears.

In the background of the whole process of creation is the Primal Matter pulsating with its own life, vibrating with inherent force, seeded with potentialities. Creative heat, starting a new vibration in the Primal Matter, gives rise to creative desire, the will-to-be which acts as the seed of mind, the imaginative principle, and from this follows the entire series of creations of visible, tangible forms.’ – Nasadiya Sukta, Rig Veda.

Reality

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9th November 2016

Trump becomes president.  Sudden demonetization in India.

The world turned upside down, it seems.
Historical moment.
Trumpeting victory.
Winners and losers.
Bank notes and helter skelter.
Everything is going to change they say,
but to me Reality seems unperturbed.. as always.
Unchanging and ever true.
I watch the rhythms of Shiva and Shakti as I move across the sky.
Dreams of delicious dives into infinity.

Blissful unawareness,
Awareness brings Bliss.

Our best way is for each to live his own Truth.