The Fire Of Samarpan

 

Samarpan (surrendering with devotion) took birth through a different way that night. Not out of the silence of the lake or the calmness of the sky, but through fire, a fierce fire that would strip the skin of ego and expose that undiscovered soul.

The pain seemed to be excruciating. In those moments the contemplation begins. Why is it important to surrender to the Param Shakti? As the question arises, for the first time he hears his heart beat, understands that he has life. Who gave him this life?

Resonating with the heart beats, his feet hits the ground rhythmically as he dances. Ma Kali's eyes move as he moves in the fire. She gave him this life, look how they are connected so beautifully.Tears don't stop..why was he given this life?

We go back in time. Even the cosmos had not taken birth then. Ma Kali was lost in contemplation. Energies flowing, exploring depths. Each event was decided by Ma. The idea was to reach infinity and to spread light in every corner which was dark.

The nature of her creations was magical. Her creations not only spread her light, but produced light too, thus expanding in a boundless way. Every particle exhibiting her brilliance and aura.He was given this life for the same reason, to understand this mystical identity.

The preparations of Samarpan begin as he is already on his knees. Where will this Bhakta bring sandalwood from? He cries in helplessness, he cries out of love. Gradually the fire transforms his tears which fall on the soil, into a sandalwood paste.

Ma Kali walks into the fire and the bhakta sees her feet. Very gently he begins to apply the sandalwood paste onto her feet. As he performs the activity, mysteriously his skin starts reappearing..it is different though, it smells of sandalwood and appears golden.

Ma Kali lifts him up. He is already intoxicated by the fire. Yes he is in love with the fire as much as Ma. He is also in love with the way he smells now, in love with his real self. He falls on Ma Kali's bossom.

When the Bhakta gains consciousness he resumes his normal life. The same worldly chaos, yet his heart is beating with hers. His soul still rubbing sandalwood on her feet. Eyes. His eyes or her eyes? They have the same fire..of Samarpan.