‘Psithurism’

I offer my humble obeisance to you Rev. Sri. Sri. Om Swamiji🙏🕉❤️Wishing you good health and peace. Mata Rani Bless you🙏🕉

Morning promises some newness  to this dendrophile Spirit, and the wise seasons never cease to drench the Soul with some prose moods.

The day today, seasoned with dense clouds and rains had some unearthed expression…some lifetime visions …

Thick dark clouds billowing in varied mystic hues  …

I stepped into the deep intimate eloquence of the winds and 

their amalgamation with the rain droplets bathing the holy soil ….

decoded soulful messages of the spectacular misty morning…..

Lush green nature in all uniqueness and entire  surrender,

on the glistened, muddy, slipping passages of time…

It was a sight to behold that left my senses wide awake!

Every rubbed, rugged, stone on the meandering path

oozed memories and sounds of varying footsteps ….

The dew laden grass breathing in deep reverence,

and strewn leaves, each in historic textures, heard and unheard,

carrying archaic of the innocent, curious freshness….

everything  magically transportive…

I could not but help beading the experience together…

‘ Psithurism ‘

‘Let me  just be’ said the enraptured leaf on the succulent path…

I remain in eternal benevolence to every sparkling  droplet

Thy has so artistically laid on me …

Travelling far and wide  with an unseeking attention

my vibes frequent to nourish in continuity ….

this reticent me perpetually remains in awe,

of Thy immortal  elevating vastness  …

Touched by every passerby’s sight,

Rustled, dusted and  creased by some hastened steps…

Yet,  equally revered by some quest-full  observers….

who stop by to drink  the potion of my  barrenness…

and satiate their thirst inhaling the holy whiff of my silence..

Who am I ? What do I behold ?

For all I know that ‘I AM!’…

just an unknown sacred rhythm of a heartfelt intent….

ever amused and un-stationary…

dancing eternally, carrying within a

sprinkled Mist of Thee…

I Am a breathtaking moment ,

A fearless elemental process, living pure love …

In communion with the deep extended roots ,

healing and caressing the tiniest and the mightiest …..

‘I AM’ the chosen story teller of Thee…

Scholarly having walked the green carpet , in and on various stages ….

anchored and warmly nestled by strong Motherly  trees,

sheltered, embraced by fatherly hugs of huge branches and  twigs  ….

I only breathe in, celebrating the unforeseen separation and the perishing …

For ‘I AM’ exclusively a reverberating heart of Thy Creation….

The journey from being draped to all nakednesses….

My existence, my process all soaked up in time,

Gleefully  remains heavenly wedded to Thee…

the consciousness exuding immense peace and bliss…

as I lay humbly at Thy Lotus feet on this soil so rich and rare…

I AM reminisced as a ‘Psithurism’ of gentle breeze, ….

A Grace – felt touch of Thy Formation…

‘I AM’ a tiny humble leaf on Thy path’

‘With You…In You!

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Hari Om🙏

Blessed times to all my beautiful Os family , soulful readers. May your life be touched by His Grace always🙏

Jai Sri Hari🙏🕉

Siddhika Umesh

Pic courtesy: Taken by me during the early morning walk.