The power of “I love you”

Has your prayer become a wishlist?

Mine certainly was! until I realized how ignorantly I have been approaching The Divine Power.

I explored deeper to understand the pattern and found out a very hideous trail that has been programmed inside all of us probably since childhood.

I was trained to pray for wisdom and strength (i.e to achieve good grades) throughout my school life, then eventually to seek good job, further claiming success and recognition. My apologies if it sounds ghastly materialistic.
I have seen others praying miserably to get the best partner, healthy child, lush homes and comfort cars.

I knew in my gut this isn’t the right way of approaching the Supreme Power and gradually I discovered the power of Gratitude. I started counting being thankful to the plate of meal or even an ounce of free water as a humble prayer. However, my wishlist continued to exist.

Running through my twenties I have lot of dreams and desires that I wished, needed, hoped to be fulfilled, and I discussed all of them in my private prayers with God. Its a pity how vehemently sometimes I claimed for the things I felt I deserve against a good conduct and at times how I would like to receive them.

This continued for few years but I loved God and all of his angels anyway. I wouldn’t hesitate to say I believed my relationship with him is that of cousins. I share, I fight and patch up immediately.

But then came a moment, where I realized to my utmost distress that how far I have allowed God to count on me when HE needs me!
I surely wanted to be loved by him but how much sincerely I have loved him back or expressed the same?

Simply following rules and morals isn’t enough. I bitterly observe that we hardly approach God without any agendas.

prayer, wishlist, power of I love you

             that’s my handwriting above 🙂

I was saddened thinking that I have hardly whispered ” I love you” to God, that Supreme power, to the same Universe.  I contemplated upon this new found feeling over several days and finally decided to make that I say “I love you” accompanied with gratitude whenever I thought of God or every time I felt thankful toward him 🙂

My heart believes that this power of “I love you” is as significant as the power of Gratitude.

So these days, when I am done watching the stars and I hit the bed with a prayer of gratitude, I also quietly carve “I love you” in my mind and say it back to the Divine. It makes you feel content, humble, mature and responsible (I don’t know of what yet. I am still discovering) but certainly nothing lesser than above

I share this personal experience of healing with a hope if it resonates with anyone. I would be glad if our beloved Universe, the divine power receives more ” I love yous” from all of us 🙂

Questioning the stars

When you pause in the middle of your road.

When you pause in the middle of your road.

Recently, I am not able to make sense out of anything around me. I am digging deep into the world history, scrolling through pages that speak of a future world only to find clues if somehow I or anyone could find the logic of all the parallel events happening around the world.

They are good, bad, some are heartwarming and most of them heart-wrenching. I find myself sinking into a deep sorrow as I read more, know more the stories of our ancestors. They promised us with an enormous intellect, but they weren’t spared either from suffering. We all get stunned to see the mammoth architecture from the ancient era, the classic lifestyle of many who lived in harmony with arts, music and astronomy. But on the other hand, there were still those floods, famines, age old crude politics and conspiracies. I don’t understand why and how it all started. Where things went wrong? What could have been fixed then? How can we fix things now? Why everything is such an illusion? Sigh.

I’m baffled with this suffering of life (human, animals and birds).How erratic it is to find out how we all (human, animals and birds) are interdependent on each other. Was there even a plan at first place? Sigh.

Maybe I am thinking too much as my friends say and It’s not healthy. But I am not able to just turn a blind eye. It hurts me now. I’m just not able to take a moment of pleasure even when at times I am served with good things before me.  I have cut down all my unnecessary expenses and prefer a simple lifestyle and instead donate more but I feel sad. I’ve become introvert. I still have to read a lot of literature that supports humanity.

Most of the nights, I look above into skies, in solitude and silently fight with those stars that have been shining since eternity and will continue to do so.

They have witnessed the great ancient civilizations and they even know the birth of the future ones. From a confused heart, my broken voice repeats itself that If and if only, these glorious stars could speak to us, guide us, to join the fallen pieces of this great big world!