Once more silence reigns in the midnight hour when the world sleeps and the Lord keeps awake. Where the children of the senses sleep, the children of the Lord remain wide awake and where the children of the Lord sleep, the children of the senses remain wakeful. So says the Geeta and this is the strange opposite motion in life where the escalator moves both ways and carries souls up or down as their desired destination is. Who can break this midnight dream that envelopes the world, save the Avatar, and who can free the bound soul of the fetters that hold it, but the incarnate Divine? When a tsunami hits the sea, the shores shift too. The deluge that follows, damages as it builds on its ruins. Thus, the dual syndrome of death and life carries on pulling on the saga of terrestrial existence with it. This is beautifully encapsulated in the figure of Mother Kali whose two arms bestowing benediction are balanced by the other two destroying all that come in its pathway. The terrible form of the Divine is the cosmic harmony of creation and destruction in an unceasing flow, the form of Kali being the shaking synthesis of this dynamics of death.The rishis were not only supernal souls full of the realisations of the Self but were mighty artists as well who depicted the dynamics of the vast world they beheld in the form of synoptic figures that expressed it all. Thus, Nataraj, Durga, Krishna, Ganesh have emerged from the formless dark into luminous forms, conscious and concrete, adorning the corridors of space-time, interpenetrating it with their vibrations, rendering the Sanatana Dharma into a unique expression of not only the paradoxes that abound in life but also their very synthesis as well.
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