A long back story of mine wanted to share and express here in the blog post. This has happened soon after returning from Isha Hatha Teacher Training.
There are certain significant time of the year that we can reap the benefits by simply observing those days. Due to certain changes of the planet  earth at those time of the year- are very significant for those on the spiritual path to cultivate the system to create balance and stability within ourselves.

So, henceforth, being a Yogi, I’ve  decided to observe as much as possible on those days. I thought of not having any solid food for next few days and staying grounded myself. Therefore, from thought to action began. Three consecutive days I haven’t eaten anything but water, sometime honey laced water. Only second day of fasting I drank a glass of pomegranate juice :-). Didn’t felt hungry at all! Yes, as usual routine of my morning, with empty stomach, I’ve taken a teaspoon full turmeric with a mug of warm honey water(usually along with Nim powder but haven’t got the Nim powder that time in Bangladesh) and followed by my daily kriyas/sadhana. Complete solitude, grounded and devoted. The experiences was phenomenon! Everything-the surrounding became reverberations of my thoughts and emotions. Couldn’t felt better then usual daily life in all aspects. Enhanced awareness-stability-balances in many different ways…

The most important was, extremely supportive for my spiritual practices. Felt as light as feathers as I was going through the processes, oozed out through all of my senses. On the third day, after my kriyas and sadhana in the morning I went out to be nurtured by the nature. Away from the city- river, called ‘Gomati Nadi’. The morning was pretty misty and quiet. This particular place I went it’s an ashram- basically a ‘Kali Temple and Crematory’ place, and a 400 years old Sacred Banyan Tree surrounded by the greens and blessed by the ‘Gomati River’. Beautiful staircases went all the way down to the river. At first I took a long solitary walk around the whole ashram with devoutness. As I was walking, my whole existence became one with the surrounded nature.

All the particles of my being communicating with the trees, the fresh air, the breeze from the river and it’s soothing sound the mist and it’s dew dropped on the grasses, the ants, warm-insects, chirping birds, colorful butterflies, the flowers and it’s fragrances, the mother earth and it’s smell, the ambiance of the places are embraced me, I’ve dissolved to the divinity-as if they were whispering! So did I- connected without verbally as if they are listening to my every bits and pieces of thoughts and emotions-heartbeats! Experientially all became music in my whole existence. From exuberant, I was dancing- dancing not visually but dancing my most inner being with deepest of affinity-ecstatic expression and adherence, tears gushing out. Certain energy surging through out my whole body. With humble and gratitude I bestowed my knees and bowed down to all the living being of the creations and it’s creator, to be the source for our life and energy. ‘Yoga Sadhana’- The deepest and essential nature of Yoga is ‘Union’. ‘Union’ with the existence, with me-my being and surroundings. Then I’ve plucked some Flowers-name ‘Shiuly’-beautiful and sweet  fragrance (just like I used to collect in my childhood) on a leaf to float on river. The water on the river swiftly moving in a twisting-spiraling pattern yet with steady-stillness of its motions. For two hours passed by unwavering-stable- motionless I was gazing at the river, as if the River giving me lessons of life…

Finally, my fellow traveler came down to pick me up with the sunshine and along with our only vehicle ‘Motorcycle’, went off towards more greenery-vegetations farming. Pollutions free country side driving parallelly by the blessings river. As we were driving by the country road and it’s old fashioned-simple-eco friendly houses, the lawn/yards were graceful by the presence of a pond in every other houses. Hay straws were laid on their front and back yards as well side walk for to dry. The further we were a headed, more the purity of nature’s Vibrant color of many sort of greens-vegetations, and it’s aroma and scent from the red gorgeous earth and the wild careless plants on the path taking me back to my childhood reminiscences as I was breathing deeply with closed eyes. Resonated with surroundings… 

As we passing farm after farm, I saw some farmers gathered their vegetables, washing them in a puddle, couldn’t resist my excitement and shouted my fellow traveler to stop the motorcycle. As we stopped, I went down to talk with the farmers and wanted to have those freshly picked vegetables from the mother earth. They were delighted to see us and looked at us unfeigned admiration and gave us vegetables as gift! We tried to pay as their cost but it would be insulted for them! We were thinking- in these days such people exist!? Yes, there are! Who are rural ingenuous-cordial-heartfelt gifted people, because of them, we exist. I will remember and treasure their sincerity.

Actually, the aim is to live a life of devotion…

Very simple, simple in the sense- is seeing the things the way it is…

We make simple things very difficult, complicated and ridiculous. Seeing these farmers reminded me how simple they are and so closed to the earth, that they knows every breath of the nature- yet devoted! These farmers are hand of the Divine. Their involvement with life is absolute and profound! Many of us living in the city do not have such realization that how and what kind of Devotion-Effort it takes for these farmers to produce crops for us. I was bowing down to them for life transforming processes they make. Devotion is the way to go and achieve anything and everything. With Devotion and Love we can create conscious living. Conscious existence to bring peace and harmony.

As we were driving down the country road I was reciting….

Country Roads, take me home. To the place I belong. All my memories, gather round her. Modest lady, stranger to blue water. Dark and dusty, painted on the sky. Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye. I hear her voice in the morning hour when she calls me. Radio reminds me of my home far away. Driving down the road I get a feeling. That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday. Country roads take me home. To the place I belong. Take me home down country roads. The whole three days journey and experiences were revitalized-rekindled and blessed… 

My Beautiful Bangladesh~


Some photographs below  I have taken that time