OM AND VYOM

 

OM AND VYOM

At first, there had been a fluid cosmic ocean, for what seemed like eternity. It was calm and self-contained, and so self-satisfied that there just couldn’t be a sense of time, or anything else for that matter.

Whichever way the ocean turned to look, it could only see itself, and which, was a truly expansive state of being. Somehow there was a word that hung above the ocean, like a sky. OM…OM…OM…

For many thousands of earth years, He remained in the bliss of the ocean, listening to the word. By and by, He became aware that He was the cosmic ocean itself. And also, that in its echo, the drone was sounding VYOM.

Vyom? It wasn’t a thing.

In fact, that’s what it was: NO thing.

And yet He was there in Vyom, and it felt good.

This was an unending present, and the paradox was the understanding of Timelessness in every moment. He rested, floating in that peaceful placidity. Even gravity hadn’t taken birth. Om was the ocean and Vyom was the sky, and together, they were One.

Such was the profound state of Vyom, as Shiva could remember.

~ From the book SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. by Shail Gulhati: Shiva and Mysticism. .