Today was shukra. Shukravar. A day of Venus. Shiva ate shukra, and so he became Shiva himself. That only meant that there is no shukra or Venus but the light of shiva through his shukranu/sperms/rays.
From far I saw the same crane limping around Kali. Squirrels and other birds went about eating and devastating the plants with much more aggression then previous days.
Japam has been similar but effect will only be seen days after. Gayatri is as pure as mangla’s milk but time is now to dig in and change the course to attain a smile. Get on.
Shukra/Friday and Shani/Satuday passed by. Last night winds are lashed anything that they crossed. Felling many a bucket full of leaves. As soon as the morning arrived a girl started running down from a mountain. She held onto the finger of Maharaj, who was coming closer and closer to her. But as she neared him, she started feeling dull, bereft of light. When she opened her eyes, she had no pupil in them. Maharaj’s eye had no pupil either. Four white eyes looking at each other, looked at me and ordered to sit and think lotus.
But what was her dream? What made her run?
Do not run. Number two or eleven. Lord Ganesha is the guardian of her doors. The doors are sixty four.
Jacky’s roar in the morning shook the future bed of yogis. Nobody walked or sat. They stood in awe and awareness. But the cows roamed free and the crows cawed more fiercely.
Over the prints of passing pasts I look signs that could have stopped me to look. But I looked at the thorn loaded mountain. Some tribal women, all with red blouses, smiling at me. Why?
One young girl who had mistakenly wore her blouse the other way. Cups at the back ran and hid herself behind the wall. I walked ahead. And bowed to after touching the highway.