We grow in beauty by acceptance not in rejection.

The Goddess you fail to see ...

 3 women ...
 9 days ...

 Are you drowning in that fiery woman ?
 The one who is so powerful that you are left breathless...
 Bold and assertive,
 Sexy and demanding...
 Confident and supreme ...
 Shakti...
 Pulsing, throbbing energy
 with absolutely no apology...
or mercy ...

 Or are you chasing the auspicious,
 the gentle one that makes thing worthwhile,
 the one who ushers in goodness,
 the nurturer,
 the inspirer who propels you to adore her ?
 the one who makes you rich...
 with her presence...

 Or is she overwhelming you with her knowledge,
 her deeply intuitive intelligence,
 her play with all things fine,
 raising your vision by
 the creative fire in you that she stokes...

 Have you adored her today ?
 Drowned and overwhelmed
 and drunk in her energy...
 until satiated you lie in her arms
 and in her eyes see that she was always all three
 and a thousand more...

 Which woman did you see these nine nights in her ?
 Or did you see all of them in your woman tonight ?

                                  - Srividya Srinivasan

[This was written during the navrathri time. For me navathri is all about the men and the woman or women they see around them. The aspects of the goddess that resonates most to them and matches them... While the women go around busy with their golus and sundals and silks, while the garbhas and the dandias hold their sway, my eyes have scanned the men curious to see how they adore the goddesses they have each been blessed with... I somehow find it difficult to comprehend how every festival the woman starves or fasts for the longevity of her spouse or the masculine element's well being, and even for a celebration of the feminine aspect it is she who again praises her own self and worships her own femininity ...isn't the resonance and reflection in shiva's eyes that best acknowledge sakthi's fire and identity ?]

This torturous journey has to go on ... it is the journey of a soul ... reaching its levels...  

          Srividya Srinivasan 

Precious magic...

My dearest...
Don't bring the mundane,
the logic into the precious...
and kill the magic ...
instead ...
bring a touch of the precious
into the mundane...
to color it with magic...

- Srividya Srinivasan

It is a fragile world ...

Dearest,
It is a fragile world ...
And our bubble of happiness
needs but a little prick of reality ...
for the magic to crumble...
Just a cold dash of logic
for it to crash...
Just a blink of an eye
for the charm to vanish ...

What is it that binds us ?
What deeper yearning that
connects us ?

Somewhere a soul is craving
for resonance..
It is yours and it is mine
and it is everyone we know...
And yet we cloak our fear in ego ...
and hide our vulnerability with our pride....
Even if deep down we know ...

If we be very still...
and don't still the voice of madness within...
We will know the preciousness of being vulnerable ...
the utter truth of it...
the magic of staying true ...
to our deeper selves...
We will seek the other
so that the best in us is kept alive
and the other is a custodian of our vulnerability fragile ...

And yet we allow the cloak of
indifference,
the mask of triviality
and the mundane to enter
at their will,
to cast their spell on us...
We allow the death of the divine
celebrate the sanity of
logic and reason...
and call the magic madness...

Hush... my dearest ...
I am vulnerable right now
Gloriously and beautifully so...
Never been more fragile ...
nor more alive...
and words are a poor fill
for the richness of a singing heart...

It is a fragile world o dearest
and our souls just embraced...
Did you feel it ?
I did...

And I am caught in the magic of it still...

               Srividya Srinivasan - 10/10/2011