PARVATI
One day, a hermit was passing by the forest. Seeing Parvati standing on one leg, hands raised to the sky, he stopped to watch Her for more time, to see in how much time She would relent her own body into relaxation. But Parvati remained unwavering in Her stance, as if She was a fixture, a motionless pillar.
“Who is this Yogini?” he finally asked the nearest animal.
“She is Princess Parvati,” replied the deer.
“Ah! I see. How long has She been in this posture?”
“Longer than we remember,” replied the deer. “Perhaps a few years now.”
“I see. Does She ever come out of this posture? For food, for rest?”
“No, no food, no rest,” replied the deer. “But…”
“But?”
“But She does move once every morning, for Her ablutions. That is the same time She drinks just a fistful of the fresh water from the stream that we place every morning in Her hut.”
“Oh!” said the hermit. ”Then I must stop over, to witness this morning routine of Parvati. Is there a place I can camp for the night?”
“Of course, your Holiness! We have a beautiful guest hut contributed by all the jungle people for visitors like yourself. You may certainly stay there. It will give us a chance to serve you and earn merit. In the morning, I shall awaken you just after I place Parvati’s water in the bowl.”
“Ah, thank you!” said the hermit, “There shall be no need to awaken me, I shall already be awake.”
“Oh! I see,” bubbled the deer excitedly. “It’s true then, that yogis do not sleep!”
“We all have our limbs of strength,” replied the hermit, looking admiringly at Parvati again.
“Yes, you may please take me to that wonderful rest hut of the forest now,” he said to the deer.
The hermit did not sleep all night. He kept gazing into the starlit skies through the ceiling window, and smiling at himself for apparently no reason. True joy is like that: it does not need to explain reasons, it has no time for reasoning, it is just content to smile at life’s epiphanies.
The next morning, the hermit stepped out of the hut with the first ray of dawn. Spotting Parvati, he hastened his pace, to catch up with Her in just a few moments, almost as if he had made an astral jump. As Parvati looked up to see who this was, “Aum Namah Shivaye, Parvati!” said the hermit.
“Namah Shivaye, Rishivar! Have we met before? Who may you be?” asked Parvati.
“Ah yes, we have met, but that is not important anymore. What you are going to do next, is.”
“What am I going to do next, Rishivar?” asked Parvati, intrigued at his up front exclamation.
It dawned on Her that the hermit was here in Her life with a great purpose and that he was going to direct Her into something enigmatic, something Her soul wanted.
“From One to Two… only to become ‘one soul’ again...” he said.“That is what you are going to do. Isn’t it?”
“Your holiness… I am looking for....”
“Shiva. You are looking for Shiva. You have drawn your first line.”
“First line?”
“Ah! Life is a verse, the universe is a poem of the divine, and we all draw a first line; when we wonder about our soul, its mate and the design…”
~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller.Part 2 ( Humesha)
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