One step closer to Satori

Being a person who thrives in urban, metropolitan chaos; it is a reward to find some time alone, just by myself, doing nothing. I crave for absolute isolation and embrace it at every possible opportunity. 

When I get such chance, I completely shut myself from outside world and am happy with my cave like world, a womb of complete peace, deep inside my cerebrum. No books, cell phone, camera, music, television, internet or interaction with anyone is required. The only agenda, if at all, is to be alone with myself or be somewhere close to Nature. Recently, I stumbled upon my "silence zone" when hubby and son planned some "boys stuff" for themselves.

I went to Sanjay Gandhi National Park early morning on Sunday and walked leisurely. These experiences are always soaked with sacred moments of deep rooted piety. There is something amazingly different about the rambling of woods and grooves that are part of this wild world of forest which unfolds its mystery of obscure ruggedness. The disorder compared to the order of the garden in my building where I live, has an element of surprise. The neat and well manicured garden holds exquisite infinities of peace which is fascinating but so different from what the forest offers! The chirping of birds, slowly catching up with the new day amid the serenity of forest sounds, fragrances and rhythm is heavenly. 

I love to see intricate labyrinth of plants weave into one another and branches of trees bending and brushing against my face and ruffle my hair, when I pass. It is a sign of my presence being acknowledged! Forests exude solemn tranquility and one feels insignificant standing under the grand scale of giant trees. The strong fragrance of some plants and flowers, take you back in nostalgia of reckless, childhood days of gay abandon in the woods. 


On a routine day, no matter how hard I try to distance myself from all possible noise, there is a constant struggle in comprehending how much of outside world should I shut out and how much should I let in.  My mind is an utterly incoherent space, where there are fleeting moments of sanity and calm and before those moments settle down, they go scattering into other convoluted configurations. Albeit, my exterior composure will never let anyone have a slightest glimpse of the inner circus.  Perhaps, both wild and tamed are facets of emotion that need to co exist with compatible rhythm.  

The quiet surroundings of the forest, compels me to indulge in meditative self reflection. These are the moments of nurtured energies that translate into life changing spaces. Such moments hold me silent, transformed and tuned with myself, in some magical space. There is this strange equation of the quiet and the tumulous and I seem to be at perfect peace with it! I find that wonderful moment when everything in the universe seems exactly the way it should be.  Every single cell of my body, mind and soul, is in unison with the universe and its rhythm and there is nothing more left to be attained. That’s the divine moment when it feels as if I have attained Satori.