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Fleetingly we sense it, that deeper connection. Like a microcosm that reflects the macrocosm. A cosmic mystery out there, of which we have intuition. Springing from seed, back to seed. Nivedita's poem here invokes this mystery.
On this Aṣṭamī, we look at how festivals are to time what temples are to space - they are gradients of divinity.
Jung once wrote on India - It is quite possible that India is the real world, and that the white man lives in a madhouse of abstractions.
A short poem that perfectly captures Varanasi, and evokes the almost mystic feel it can overtake you with when there.
The sacred in life, nature and the cosmos is made by that invisible, all-pervading consciousness, which defines this land we call Bhārata.