The color pink is something very special, right after all the purple. The glow is magnificent. When you reach the top of the triangle you start seeing pink everywhere. Sachyatyam had a very special encounter with the single strand of a Neem tree and a bamboo standing right next to it. He had his towel hanging in green on a place very close to it. Then arrived a goddess in the space who very curiously hung her pink towel right on the bamboo next to the Neem strand. The green and the pink were growing their passions over time through subtle indications of time, space, locations and objects. Flowers played a great part in the play of energies and eventually they shed their colors and went on to an adventure of finding higher grounds of togetherness.
Hooded pink towel kept staring at each other over a week. But they forgot that the massive banyan tree could see everything. It could see the way they kept growing their connections pebble by pebble flower by flower and drop by drop of their truth. The strange phenomenon went on for a couple of weeks until there was a moment of separation between them yet their colors remained, consistently staring at each other.
Sachyatyam landed up at his yearly training of the Brothers in Erode away from all the hustle bustle of the week to teach a few weeks, but his journey was so swift and blown away that he could not take any clothes. So he went to pick up a pair of t-shirts and slippers and bumped into a pink underwear. Taking into account the past week’s love for connection with the color there was no way he could not have picked it up. So very instinctively, he did pick it up. It is still lying in his bag craving for one touch. He ran back to the space as soon as he got done with his classes.
On his return the Green went straight into the center of the heart of the Pink. In the spot it wanted to go all these past weeks. Then there was no stopping, there was only flowing. The triangle was complete. The glow from the top of the triangle was shining bright. Bianca and Sachyatyam were by now reading each other’s energies to precision. They flew very instinctively towards the coming together of their remaining selves. As selves break down from the details of doing habitual things, comes a meeting point of synergy. The bright love that flows there is always the core to truth, the truth of oneness and it is bright Pink in color.
Sachyatyam and Bianca had to separate on a day after Sachyatyam’s mother arrived .The sorrow of the pain was felt very deeply by both and that overflowed into everyone else but yet there was a dot of hope left to come together, that no one else understood or felt. Stories never end they just continue over time and space and thin air. As Sachyatyam and Bianca wait for their next meeting and adventure in an unknown place it’s all fair and good in love and life.
(to be continued...)