Gopi

Dreams are often compared to reality. In life, we enter when the play is on. We take time to make sense of it. Some more than others whereas some cannot figure out what is happening till the curtains fall for them. The play goes on, irrespective of who comes and leaves the stage. For you, the spirit limited in body/mind complex, it’s defined in time, space and causation. Dreams are similar for most of us mortal beings.

I came to a sleepy village, in the midst of a mountain range

Walking the unknown lanes with a blue hue,

I could see the clouds above the huts painting a grey roof.

I was denied the knowledge of who I was,

the slumber of my state was probably the root cause.

Something told me there is no outside help available to me,

Turning back looked foolish, so I decided to go on deep inside.

I entered a hut which was hosting a few souls,

I sat beside them as if that was the place I started to reach all along.

I saw my Guru (Spiritual Teacher) saying something I couldn’t hear

His smiling countenance smoothed my feathers ruffled due to fear.

A young lady sitting with me said she was Gopi,

Her presence made me feel I have finally reached my resting place,

With no desire to go any further, this ought to be my base.

We sat at the hut’s chaukhat (threshold), as the rain poured outside painting a blue and grey abstract on the canvas.

Gopi said there was no need to be gloomy, going further inside is not like walking in some scary movie.

“It’s the only thing”, she said. I heard her, along with the pitter patter of rain. The serenity and beauty of it all calmed my being so strained.

I didn’t want to go any further neither did I want to go back.

But a sudden thought of my worried family put me on the downhill track.

Gopi accompanied me as I came down the Valley’s winding paths,

She took the form of a thin dark man, but the presence was sure to last.

As I reached a stream, I saw my husband coming towards me,

I slipped out of my dream, back to the world that still has a hold on me.

I refused to open my eyes, basking in the bliss,

Holding onto Gopi, praying the feminine aura shall never cease.