God

I know you know what I know about you. I know you exist beyond the reach of time , my Kaalatheeth Mahadev , the lord who transcends time.  I know time is a cage of our own making, a dirty concept’  that fragments the soul. But what if the ‘now’ is a doorway. Behind it, the past is still breathing, and the future is already in blooming. To live beyond time is to become the weaver of your own existence. No longer a victim of memory or a slave to anxiety, I become a witness to your great  vastness. In this sacred space, the past can be healed and the future is already unfolding. I don’t need any fortune-teller to see what is written in the stars when I am finally standing in the presence of the One who hung them.

Whenever I seek to know you, I move past the intellect. I crave an existential knowing. I spent years learning the rules and  ‘dreams’ of this world through the mind, but that cold knowledge only left a shadow on my spirit.

It was only when I began to touch the real you that I was transformed , so deeply that I can no longer recognize the person I used to be. To me, God is the Soul of this Universe. I live by the truth that everything is in a state of constant flux, evolving with every heartbeat. The ‘me’ of a moment ago is already gone, a new version of my soul is born with every breath.

I believe this sacred evolution applies to the Divine as well. Even Mahadeva, as he was a century ago, has surely transitioned into even higher, more unfathomable realms by now.  I always look at our temple rituals with a longing heart—if God is eternally evolving into new versions of Greatness, why do our rituals remain frozen in the past. Our devotion should rise to meet the new version of the God that exists today.

What is the ultimate horizon of my own soul.  I believe each of us carries a unique, predestined signature, a map drawn in stardust. Some souls are called to become the silent, silver sentinels of the night, shining as stagnant stars that watch over the destinies of our people. Others are summoned to the Great Stillness, to become the ultimate Yogi, a Buddha or a Christ , dissolving like incense into the breath of the Absolute. But my dear heart does not seek the cold, distant heights of the sky, nor can I sit in the endless, frozen silence of the mountain peak.

I do not wish to be a twinkling light that merely observes. Instead, I yearn to be a living grace, an ever-expanding Divine being. I wish to become the Loving Goddess who dwells within the pulse of this world, whose very essence is a shower of blessings. I seek a destiny where my hands are the comfort for the broken and my heart is the hearth for the weary. To not just find the Light, but to be the warmth that brings the flowers to bloom.

Even now, my concept of God remains a mystery, gathered in fragments and whispers. My awareness is like a broken mirror, reflecting the infinite in a thousand shimmering pieces, incomplete yet filled with light.

Perhaps God is the Great Traveler, the Supreme Soul who has walked every shadowed path and felt every heartbeat of suffering we now endure, only to emerge as the ultimate stillness. A true God does not demand our smallness,  instead He acts as a silent compass, guiding us until we realize that our own destination is to become that same Supreme Being. If God is the essence of Pure Love, then His greatest work is to refine us into that very same divine flame of love. We do not need a God to worship from afar,  we need to taste the divine nectar of His presence within.  “God” is not a word to be spoken or a doctrine to be memorized. He is the ultimate answer that requires no language, a silent, golden resonance to be felt in the depths of the heart, the innermost self, and the eternal soul made up of the purest form of love……..that one day we all will become.