“Smite not asunder my desire, O Maghavan, thou art he that commands it and thou art he that giveth.”
I remember this thought tonight with a smile and a sigh; it is, I think, one of the most wonderful verses in the ṚV. How magnificent, that the fulfilment of all desire is also desire’s source, that the longing we feel to reach Him is the very longing He placed within us.
Such a marvelous and passionate universe which moves upon this desire, such a gift of boundless love.
Can even a single second of such life be dull, in the quiet moments of such realisations?