Tuesday, October 7, 2014

a glimpse of the mystical world of maya

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so the story of creation begins like this. a man gone crazy while tripping in a forest. he plays a trick and tells a story. of hills, of rivers, losses and glory. he names all objects around - animals, humans, things and sounds. and right beside - he sees that fire. he laughs and calls it - the mother fire. many sparks flew then out of that light. numerous on crawl, numerous on flight. mother earth loved her creations. father jal was right beside the forest - a huge ocean - ending at an end with a girl dancing in rain upon the crashings of its waves. the girl had visions all around. of those that he said and those in time's round. 

she saw the universe with milk in air. she saw those wings and down they stare. under numerous stare she takes a hot bath. on hills, amidst valley she sees that path. towards her forte of life in dark no strife. just she with shadows. amidst snow and meadows. with clouds she talks. all prancing she walks. without her clothes. only smiles. no frothes. but colors and lights. in fire all plights. but she and her visions. yet he with ommissions. two poles - miles apart. common goal - heart on dart. opposite they stand. yet both on sand - a mixture of will and need. many desires, yet this creed. the polar attraction. the destiny fraction. 

Man laughs at his lies of of created history. she sits beside the cosmic glory. but in between this time and its game. a dark hole of pain and fame. the desire, that dream, those tears, that stream. and life goes on. on dusk. at fawn. in rounds of illusion. those stories in fusion. of that she saw. and that he made. of four tatvas under karmic shades.

and then he plots a nice story. he imagines a creature with an elephant head. he calls him ganesha and writes a point - ' all good things would begin from baby ganesha '. he imagines an old old man with a white beard , sitting upon a lotus flower. he calls him brahma. man credits rest of his story to brahma. 
so man's brahma creates wisdom in the shape of a female - saraswati and marries his creation/ daughter to give birth to a new world of maya. the lotus had a lush green stem that ended in the neval portion of another creation of forest man. he names him vishnu. vishnu's task was to take care of all actions and reactions in brahma's world of thoughts. right beside was his wife - lakshmi - the one responsible to take care of prosperity in the new world.

As if to balance it all , a man made out of the world of deads was created. shiva - all smitten in ash, lost in deep meditation. but he had other sides too. his work was to ensure destruction in order to regulate regeneration of a new world constantly. and there right beside him was his wife - shakti - the mother nature.  the same mother nature who had that man portraying her and that girl getting one with her. 

Together along with many other thoughts' creations, the man forms his story. in order to validate he links all natural phenomenons with history and mythology. he gives birth to an institution called religion. he creates politics and his second political action is the institution called marriage. and hence maya excels with such notions. 

And yet maya is all but these conceptions.maya is rather an escape from these constructions. in maya are dreams, desires, hopes of salvation. in darkness lies the most enlightening light. in forest lies that fire with cosmic sight. and she is the cosmos - in part and all. and maya is her name with face of troll.

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