Astride my pet Thestral
I course through the grey nimbus
Its dense whispers of vapours
Humming notes of cheeriness into my ears
A supernatural, luminous chill embraces me
Enhancing the colourful aura of freedom
Radiating about me.
Thus awakened with spiritual contentment
I fly back to my four walls
To my earthly everydays
I have, in this lifetime
Makes me value the preciousness
Of every minute
Cry I do not, anymore
Of lockdown claustrophobia —
That anguish, that yearning for freedom
Was but a reflection
Of my limited knowledge of myself
A form I have, but I know now
I am not this body!
Thoughts — yet, not me this mind!
Love, pain, fear — I do feel
Yet I am beyond my emotions!
Duties, responsibilities — mine
But not me
Restrained I am not by the intellect!
Born I was, die I will
But eternal I am!
Locked down I can be
Yet, unbound I can become
Of the four walls of my home
For, I am the universe
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My excursions into imaginary clouds
Upon magical steeds —
Not an escape from desolation of Death
But an acceptance of Life!
Why waste a lifetime
Hankering after the ephemeral
When in equilibrium I can be?
Chidananda Rupah Shivoham Shivoham!
Thestral: One of the magical creatures in the Harry Potter books, thestrals are a breed of invisible winged horses that can be seen only by people who have witnessed death.
Chidananda Rupah Shivoham Shivoham: I am Shiva, That I am, pure consciousness and bliss, one with the absolute reality. This chant is taken from ‘Nirvana Shatakam’, composed by Adi Shankaracharya, over a thousand years ago.
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