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Nataraja Love

A special post for Mahashivaratri


I clearly remember the first time I walked into what is now the living room of our home. We had come to see the house for the very first time, and weren’t even sure if we would consider buying it because it had initially seemed out of our budget. But the moment I walked into this empty room with a thick teakwood shelf all along one wall of the room floating just about three feet below the ceiling, I knew. I knew that if this room ever became mine, what or rather who would occupy the central place on that beautifully polished shelf.

I could see in my mind’s eye a beautiful Bronze Nataraja, the One that expresses “the rapture of the cosmic dance with the profundities behind of the unmoved eternal and infinite bliss.” **

Two and a half years later, that vision came true.

I found that Nataraja, my Nataraja, in this old shop in Kumbakonam. Obviously, He came home with me, and now sits majestically in His spot. Nobody else could have occupied that place. No one. It was always His Home, it was patiently waiting for the Lord.

The Lord was waiting too. The Lord always waits…we are the ones who aren’t ready to call Him or receive Him.

Today, on this Mahashivaratri, I pray to Lord Shiva to bless me with a greater inner readiness, an intenser aspiration and a wider receptivity.

Calling Him to come to my inner, truer home…

** The Complete Works of Sri Aurobindo, Volume 20, p. 282

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4 thoughts on “Nataraja Love

  1. Wonderful thoughts. This is the beauty of Indian thought – the cycle like nature of time, and not western style linear narratives. Nataraj came first in a vision, then later He arrived in murti – or maybe as you said He has always been there and we are the moving parts.

    1. Thank you Subhodeep for bringing out the Indian-ness of this post so clearly and effortlessly 🙂 It is a humbling and grateful sort of joy when a contemplative reader like yourself perceives that which is written.

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