By Amarja Advani
In this heavenly paradise, there are a million beings.
Yet in them a soul was alone, who was trying to find a way, trying to get answers, trying to know the purpose, trying to take next steps.
All her thoughts were entangled, jumbled, twisted.
A belief was getting built of these things being normal and this is what a heavenly paradise looks like.
But no, the heavenly paradise, the Universe, was in disagreement with her belief as it was not true.
Soon the Universe had to rush for the great escape as she was raising the questions on his existence, his creation and of course his power.
It was a spontaneous night; the soul was unaware of the energy in and around her. As usual she was thinking that this was the usual time of the night and yet again her questions will remain unanswered.
Amidst the shadows of lingering questions, a moment of clarity embraced the soul.
As if the universe whispered its secrets to her, disclosing an energy that connected everything. In that reflective pause, the sky transformed into more than just a canvas above, and she discovered not only the cosmic energy of the universe but also a loyal friend in the ever-present sky, always by her side through the undiscovered zone of her thoughts.
Since that moment, her Cosmic pal, the sky, has been there for her, with her as a blank canvas where there was an uncrafted art of unspoken understanding, absorbing all her say without any judgments.
To light up the canvas, the stars acted as her silent companions, where it gave her an even more profound connection with her Cosmic pal, during moments of joy, sadness or may it be a reflection on something to feel the solace in those shared moments.
To add more to these talks, there was always a watchful guardian up there, her Moon, her Vigor, who was overseeing the soul’s conversations with the stars and provided a sense of comfort and reassurance through these reflective dialogues.
In all of these sharing’s, there was always a constant presence of the wind, who helped the soul to carry all her whispered secrets, her words, her feelings; to her cosmic pal, where it was held with a gentle confidence.
Furthermore, the soul’s cosmic pal, an enormous canvas, also showed her a palette of hope, positivity through the Sunrise, by splashing its colors with the hues of pink, orange, yellow, gold; symbolized the promise of a hopeful and vibrant day ahead and positivity in the conversations to bring in for life.
Since then, the sky has become more than an observer; it transformed into a keeper of the soul’s truths, a silent guardian of the vulnerabilities.
Speaking to the sky, the cosmic pal is a purifying ritual, releasing all her innermost self and experiencing a comforting containment, knowing that her words have found a home in the expansive embrace of the celestial expanse.
Yes, her voice has been acknowledged by the expansive canvas above.
By Amarja Advani
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