Saloni Khatri
2 min readFeb 12, 2019

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(Shava hastena bhojana)

(Pic from animation world network )

Started with Visualizing that my hand is that of a corpse and went further to imagine that I’m a corpse.

My platitudinous observation was that with this morbid visualization, I almost scared myself !!Sometimes the bent-neck lady from series-Haunting of the Hill house glared at me in the mirror. I wanted to escape.

As I reflected more upon it, it brought the true definition of ‘deha’ to mind. My body is forever decaying and yet I continue to live as if tomorrow is guaranteed. It brought home few points -

  • The Body identification needs to be lessened.
  • My current time in this earthly plane is precious and I should use it wisely- engage in more sadhana, satsanga and in divine thoughts.
  • I have expiry date though I may not know when.
  • This body is another instrument, to engage in sadhana.
  • As I sat reading my notes from upadesa Sara this morning, I was moved by something that Vivekji had shared on 12/13/18-

“I can be enlightened in this lifetime!”

Though this body is immaterial yet i can use it as a tool to further my progress in my journey to infinite. There is a reason that life still breathes in my body, before it turns into ashes. There is only one reason. Rediscovery of Sat-Cit-Ananda.

Visualizing my hand and body as a corpse nailed the point that death is like a shadow of my life, forever with me, following me.

Why do I still engage in meaningless pursuits when I have been given a chance to get enlightened in this lifetime !!

Sharing my favorite lines on Death-

My house says to me- “Do not leave me, for here dwells your past.” And the road says to me- “Come and follow me, for I’m your future.” And I say to both my house and the road — “I have no past; nor I have a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my saying; and if I go, there is a staying in my going. Only Love and Death can change all things!”

~ Kahlil Gibran in Sand and Foam

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Saloni Khatri
Saloni Khatri

Written by Saloni Khatri

Your name is on my tongue. Your image is in my sight. Your memory is in my heart. Where can I send the words, that I write ~Rumi

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