Hey Infinities, this might be an spiritual and devotional article for some but it's not only that, it's a must read article for everyone on this day of MahaShivratri, 2021.
Lord Shiva is the best fruit of Indian contemplation and the highest flight of Indian art is Shiva's doomsdat orgy. Vishnu is made of gold, made of copper, at least of rock, but only Shiva can be made of clay. From the hazy morning of life till now, the Shiva whose imprint is repeated on the memory is the earth made Shiva's body and worshiped and slid it under the Peepal tree. Neither the throne of gold is needed nor the symphony, nor the clothes, nor the trouble of bathing. Made fun of the mind, worshiped, the mind was fine, with Rudri, or else only Namah Shivaya, no bondage, no compulsion. Today, I think, this God of earth and beauty is so incomparable with glory, I could not understand anything. Do not know by pulling them from this odd sight, why did Annapurna perform a difficult penance to beat the sages for them? On this day, Rakipati's Sakha Vasant had seen the impoverished Kapali filling the sky of Jagdamba. The matter did not stop till this, the Kailashyas first came to Vhenu Sammukh, and started chanting orgy.
In this Tandava of Shiva, there is an expression of the ultimate Mars of this dynamic world. The group of poets who dream the golden daydream of Su and Suraj will not even be able to reach this living imagination of Su-ku's struggle dynamic Mars. When will the eyes of the golden eyes of the golden dreams of the heavenly era of equality, freedom and companionship be able to see and hear the liquid, pleasant scenes of this horrific and beautiful union of the beautiful?
I wish they could see, it would be really good for them. This sweet orgy of Shashishekhar would force them to roam even in the darkest darkness, supplanting them with liquid sudha.
The prevalence of this Tandava is not confined to the ground, all the constellations of the sky are disturbed by the rise of Trishuli on the tip of Utkung Khatwang. Gets a taste of Shiva's horrific orgy; his army's ghosts and bliss reverberate in their innumerable groans, the eerie sound of this rhythm sill eerily oblivious in laziness. The ability to taste the joy that arises from the life of the dead, the tragedy of the root, the poison of the poison, the ample of the immovable, the light of the anall and the deflection of the constellation, can only be in their formidable ganas, the feeling of the common folk.
The subject cannot be this bliss. Yes, the common people enjoy the orgy. Jagadamba's ecstasy does not dissolve until he attains the penetrating rhythm of that Tandava, and Shiva is not contended until it is attuned.
Today our mother Parvati is insensitive, her Shiva is orchestrating to bring her to rest, but they are not going to beat, what to do? Those who know how to give a little rhythm, the are dancing themselves, they do not know how to give rhythm. Either they are busy weaving the trap of dreams, or are immersed in their weeping. Till this 'marmi' rhythm is not attained, how can one wish for happiness and creation from this Shiva Tandava?
Being happy is the purpose of our life. - Dalai Lama
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