Breathe in...

and Breathe Out

It's six months since blogging began with my first post describing Aham, on a similar night shift as this. Just went on a flash back, scrolling what I had written. The initial posts, mainly poems, with zero comments. Then some poems and prose with one comment from some known person. More posts focussing on spirituality with some (almost one!) regulars like Hari telling me often to keep it up and not lose heart. Now the trickle has become a constant flow.
Now, I am all alone on a Sunday night. It is 1 p.m. here. In the long corridor of the Reporting Section, all the cubicles are empty. The only noise is coming from my computer's keyboard. When the keyboard stops, I can hear the clock tick. The silence outside pushes me to a deeper silence within. This reminds me of a saying outside the St. Mathias Church, I read on my way to office tonight - If you want to hear the voice of God, you have to reduce the volume of the world.
I am experiencing now that this Silence, is a being. It is a part of myself and has a boundless existence. The Hindu has been a Tapo Bhoomi for me. It is in this same computer through which I have typed my numerous assignments, special stories and interviews that have taught me Karma Yoga, Bhakti Yoga, Gnana Yoga or just to be in the divine silence.
When I began this post, I was wondering what to write. Now I have to stop the flow. It seems endless. I realise there is no limit to expression. No end to words, spoken or written. No end to the work to be done. Time to draw myself within and just breathe in and breathe out. All the doubts and questions on the board of the mind are wiped out by the self-absorbing eraser of consciousness just as the trail of white gas let out on the blue sky by the jet plane, thickens like a garland of jasmines and thins out and gets erased on its own.
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