It is a celebration In the Sky..
The Stars are trembling in excitement..
Blinking their eyes in wonderment
The impatient Moon has risen early
Full of overflowing light—
Shivering in the cool Night
It wraps a cloud around itself
Peeking from inside the cloak
The Sun reluctant to go..
Drags it's feet.. looking over it's shoulder
To catch a fleeting glimpse of the celebration
The breeze whispers something to the trees
The Trees Nod, going wild with joy
Tonight is the Night..
In the silent heart of the Himalayas,
where the wind whistles with stones..
& whispers It's secrets to the Night
a hidden life is waiting to burst out
curled under the frost of endless Snow
a secret spark of Passionate Love
a crown of white gold
Ensconced in a luminous glow..
When darkness drapes the world like velvet
The Himalayas are incandescent..
Stretching their arms, reaching for the Moon..
...and the Moonlight comes down in sheets
dancing on the slippery slopes ..
Singing a forgotten Song of lost Love..
With the Moon's silent encouragement
..and the gentle loving nudges from the breeze
The Night Lotus, is stirring to Life
Opening its Heart to the world.
There, it awakens — a quiet defiance,
braving the Darkness of It's roots
One soft breath of moonlight..
and it catches fire..
Like it's lit from within..
It has been a long wait..
The entire creation stands still, in attendance
For the one Night of Love & ecstasy
Gasping in Unison at the sheer beauty
Of the night queen of the Himalayas..
The iridescent Brahmakamal.
There she is blooming in all her glory..
In her brief solitary Life..
She has known the weight of solitude, like no other..
Deeply crushing her heart
The cold bite of Time
etched from the very start..
yet she holds within herself a promise
Of a sacred Love..
A single night of rapture ...
to weave memories for a Lifetime
Brahmakamal — The Night Lotus
The Sacred flower, Shrouded in purity
A symbol of Peace & austerity
A glimpse of the entire Universe in its heart
Fleeting in its existence
& yet eternal in its Beauty..
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—BrahmaKamal (The Night Lotus 🪷)
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The world cannot reach it.. cannot touch its petals of revelation, but those who catch a glimpse of it carry the echo forever: a fleeting truth, a spark that refuses to die, even when the bloom folds and the heart returns to silence. ..but before the dawn returns, before the petals fold and the world forgets the fleeting glory of our fire. We walk, blind and ordinary.. ..but everytime our hearts are touched We bloom for that fleeting time and in that single, sacred hour, everything is possible, everything is revealed, everything is sacred. —BrahmaKamal (The Night Lotus 🪷)
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Vishnu's deep yognidra, contemplating creation.. Brahma in incarnation.. The strict penance of Brahmacharini To win the #Love of Shiva.. AND the sacred dance of Radha-Krishna evoking boundless endless joy.. Seen all at once in the blooming of a single bud.. ..like the granting of a boon After severe abstinence of an ascetic. No one knows her hour of blooming.. no one counts her breaths.. She blooms once in years.. ..and sometimes once in a lifetime A blossom that dares to live fully Even with imminent annihilation.. A spark of defiance in the dark.. before the dawn can claim her ..and When the moon drifts over distant ridges, Its silver fingers caressing the mountain stones.. The flower opens her heart to the world.. a spark of quiet fire against the indifferent night. Stars lean close, as if to watch, and even the wind slows, to honor the courage of a single blossom that blooms for no one.. yet touches the soul of the world. Time stands still.. and the world holds its breath.. The breeze caresses the bloom — A soul daring to open herself to fates before the night swallows it whole. We too, are like this flower We too are a Brahmakamal carrying hidden flames beneath our stones waiting for the quiet hour.. The unseen hand of fate.. that lets us bloom, luminous and bright An entire Universe seen in our radiant light.. then vanish, leaving only memory.. and the faint fragrance of our Soul.. Echoing through Time in rapture.. Though our existence is fragile.. Just a fleeting shimmer, the world remembers — The Promise of our glimmer . ...that even shadows can hold light, even silence can sing.. even something delicate & momentary Can leave a mark so deep that lingers long after the bloom is gone. Behold the Brahmakamal blooming in our hearts .. She dances in the pale moonlight .. A flicker of Silver in the dark Night... As glaciers hum their serene song As breeze catches & sings along.. while the sky paints dark blues to faint pink.. Her petals curl in secret prayers Her heart ready for a final sacred breath. The world cannot reach it.. cannot touch its petals of revelation, but those who catch a glimpse of it carry the echo FOREVER.
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