Diamond Thoughts

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

Our Mind can take us furthest & quickest to every destination we want.I easily travel with my mind & heart. It can cover the longest distance within secs or minutes,without packing bags or planning, whenever I close my eyes I travel furthest and anywhere & everywhere ……

As a reader, when I delve into the pages of a magnificent experiences, stories or travelogue, when I sit in stillness during meditation, my mind begins to wander to far-off lands. The stories of adventurers, the serene landscapes of distant shores, and the celestial ballet of stars and moon ignite a fire within me. My imagination transforms into a canvas, painted with vibrant hues of wonder and curiosity.

Whether I’m watching destination videos on social media, gazing up at the starry night sky, or pouring my heart into poetry and articles, my mind embarks on a journey to the furthest reaches of my dreams. In these moments, the boundaries of reality fade, and the world becomes a mosaic of endless possibility.

Join me on this odyssey of the imagination, as we explore the realms of the mind, and discover the beauty that lies within and beyond.”

As I close my eyes, my imagination takes flight, soaring to the moon’s luminescent surface. The dreamy landscape unfurls like a canvas of wonder, where craters become lotus flowers and stars twinkle like diamonds.

But my mind doesn’t linger, looking at the illusive nature of moon, for it’s drawn to the fiery splendor of the Sun.I envision its radiant beams illuminating the majestic Himalayas, where Shiva resides in serene contemplation. The snow-capped peaks glisten like a thousand shimmering temples, inviting me to meditate amidst their grandeur.

As I embark on the sacred Narmada Parikrama, I feel the warm sun on my skin and the gentle rustle of leaves beneath my feet. The sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds accompany me on this 3,000-kilometer journey. I can hear the loud voice, of” Narmade Har”,”Har Har Narmade “everywhere along the banks of Maa Narmada or Rewa. I imagine the ancient pilgrims who walked this path before me, their footsteps whispering stories of devotion and perseverance.

In the majestic Himalayas, I breathe in the crisp mountain air, feeling invigorated and alive. The snow-capped peaks tower above me, their rugged beauty a testament to nature’s grandeur. I recall the words of a wise trekker: “The Himalayas are not just mountains, but a state of mind.”

As I approach Kedarnath, the sacred abode of Lord Shiva, I feel a sense of reverence wash over me. The rugged terrain and inclement weather cannot diminish the divine presence that permeates this revered site. I watch as pilgrims offer prayers and flowers, their faces aglow with devotion.

Along the banks of the Ganges, I witness the vibrant tapestry of Indian life. The evening Ganga aarti,The ghats of Varanasi come alive at sunrise, with sadhus and pilgrims bathing in the sacred waters. I taste the sweet prasad offered by the temple priests and listen to the enchanting chants of the Vedic hymns.

In Vrindavan, the land of Krishna’s divine love, I am enchanted by the sweet scent of roses and the sound of the flute echoing through the streets. I lose myself in the narrow alleys, discovering hidden temples and secret gardens, each one revealing a new facet of this ancient town’s mystical charm. I visit the revered Banke Bihari Temple, where the divine beauty of Krishna is said to mesmerize devotees.

As the sun sets, I make my way to Nidhivan, a mystical forest where Krishna is believed to perform his divine rasleela (dance) with Radha and the gopis. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the soft rustling of leaves seems to whisper ancient secrets. I feel the divine energy pulsing through this sacred space, as if the very essence of love and devotion resides here.

Mostly my imagination takes flight to experience the Rasleela every year on the night of sharad purnima, I smoothly travel to Nidhivan during my meditation on this particular night.

Nidhivan’s mystical atmosphere is undeniable, magnifying my mind to travel beyond imagination to experience the real presence of the divine, Murali dhar,compelling me to join the divine dance where Nidhivan gets transformed into a Rasleela where Krishna is performing with his Gopi’s.