Thursday, 8 October 2026

LOVE IS GOD

 



He had been the greatest Lover in the world.
Love was the essence of what they were; love was existence.
Love, it was, that was in the beginning, love, that sustained the present, and love it would be, in the end.


Shiva hummed something to Himself, as they met in the forest the very next morning.
“What? Are you singing to yourself?” teased Sati.
“No, I am not!”
“You are, too!” laughed Sati.“Else, tell me.”
“Everything was decidedly different this morn,” said Shiva.
“The sun shone bright, much brighter than yesterday.
The stars, see my love… were still up, they refused to go away!
sparrows whispered to each other excitedly,
the bees were already stumbling in drunken ecstasy,
and, did anyone note the trees as they swayed?
Some strange delight in the air.
All this, for you, my Love…”

“Ah! A poet!”said Sati.

“My gifts are not silver or gold for thee,
 my words are my gifts, my poems, me,” continued Shiva with a soft smile.
“That, is lovely,” said Sati as She slid into the familiar embrace.
“Sometimes I feel we have always been like this,” She said.“It feels so right!”
Shiva looked down at Her head and softly kissed it from atop. “Yes, this is how it has always been,” He said.

One day, She implored, “ Say something really nice.”
It was then that Shiva said the most enigmatic thing. “Love, there is no such thing as the end of life, but, without you, there is no life.”
“That is lovely,” said Sati and hugged Him. And then, a few moments later asked,“What exactly does it mean, though?”
“It means…” said Shiva turning completely towards Her, and locking His eyes in Hers. “That there is a part of us which is eternal, but that part is of no use, if there is not another to share the eternity with.”
Sati hugged Him, in a ‘never to let go’ embrace.


~ SHIVA, The Ultimate Time Traveller. by Shail Gulhati

Shiva does not treat any part of the day as a waiting room . He is always present in the moment!

 


Shiva does not treat any part of the day as a waiting room .
He is always present in the moment!
And this is the way to enjoy life, from a cup of tea,
to a mind bending conversation, or simply hanging out with those you love.

Wednesday, 7 October 2026

Shiva is not a ' Why me ?' person.

 


Shiva is not a ' Why me ?' person. He does what He has to, precisely because He knows, He is the one who can. Shiva nature is not unnecessary bravado- it is doing what you know you can, to save time and move on ahead.

- Shail Gulhati'

ITS MAGNIFICENT FLAVOUR!

 


ITS MAGNIFICENT FLAVOUR!
Reading about Universality, the interconnectedness of things,
is a good beginning, but when you suddenly feel this is a text about you yourself; that is when the beauty of spiritual journey will fill you with its magnificent flavour.This is described by the ancient Kashmiri Rishis as the shift from baudh gyan to paurasa gyan .

SUDDENLY SATI KNEW THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF HER LIFE

 


SUDDENLY SATI KNEW THE WHOLE PURPOSE OF HER LIFE
There was gold everywhere. Gold in the mountains, gold in the valley, gold in the sky. It was a golden luminosity basking in its own unending lustre. When Sati opened Her eyes, a golden sun was at Her window. She was in the palace.
She remembered everything that Rishi Vashishta had taught Her.
Suddenly, Sati knew the whole purpose of Her life.
The thought of Shiva penetrated Sati like an arrow ,and She actually felt Her heart flutter, like a well-gotten target.

Tuesday, 6 October 2026

RAJA HIMAVAT WELCOMES SHIVA

 


RAJA HIMAVAT WELCOMES SHIVA
“My Lord, there is a strange and reclusive yogi, riding a hefty bull, who wants an audience with you,” said the royal guard.
“A yogi? On a hefty bull? It must be Shiva! Ah, have Him brought here with respect,” said Himavat.
“Greetings, your Highness,” said Shiva in a soft voice.
“Greetings, O Yogi of yogis, Shiva! I am blessed to have you in my Kingdom. Any service for me?”

You are ever the same O changeless One it is only i your little traveller through time who sees you through this transient hourglass of mine.

 


You are ever the same
O changeless One
it is only i
your little traveller through time
who sees you through
this transient hourglass of mine.
{pic:The Golden Temple, Amritsar}