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The Sphota: KRISHNA DARSHANA
(By Shiva Kant Jha)
I felt the cosmos exploded with an incessant shower of sparks, some big enough to subsume countless suns, some so small as not be enough even for a neutron to get parked. The sparks seemed to form waves in which the particles seem to move through variations with the fastest imaginable speed, all shrouded in mystery. I saw a little of what was being unfolded without understanding what all that meant.
It is amazing to notice that the blue sky was itself advancing (or receding) towards a realm that seemed to begin where the blue seemed to softly merge in the realm of ‘darkness’ the intensity and tone of which seemd to increase more and more. What was happening in that realm of darkness couldn’t be seen. All the sparks were fading out by slipping into that realm of dense darkness.
It was amazing to see through spectra the countless universes emerging and melting inside a spark whose number no supercomputer could ever count. I felt I saw the dance of Lord Shiva going on even in the tiniest particles. It was an alluringly and frightening experience, even to my astral body! Then I heard, or I felt I heard, the sound of Krishna’s flute. The sound was no ordinary sound. At times it seemed emanating from the conch, at times from damru, at times from the flute we are familiar with. Besides, it had countless other sound patterns and effects which I could neither explore, nor imagine, nor understand. It seemed that the whole that I had seen was getting revealed in that sound. It was strange to see and feel in light and sound the same symmetry, same idiom, and the same symbiosis.
When I go back to those moments, whose memory has almost faded, I feel I had the luck to witness the sphota (‘the explosion’) coming from the imageries , the ultimate building-blocks for our experience and/or thought in this vast creation. . This word in Sanskrit poetics is difficult to be translated into English as there is no synonym. But I do not know whether the sphota was in exterior world that I had seen, or inside myself. In fact, the duality ceases when there is sphota. In yoga, the sphota gives rise to naad that advances up towards the point of perfection. The yogis believe that naad is inherent in everything that universe contains. When it acquires attributes, it expresses itself in the phenomenal world, and reveals itself in the seven swaras in which creation sings the music of creativity. What comes from Shiva’s damru, and Krishna’s bansuri (flute?), becomes O’m that contains the cosmic creativity in which destruction and creation become the same. It is interesting to note that when Kabirdas thought about the mission of his life, he asked himself to advance towards that great delight that is thus captured by his words building rich imagery that provides sweetness and light without limits:
Phaguna ke din chaar re holi khel mana re.
My yoganidra lasted for a few minutes, but to me it seemed that eons had passed. That ‘blue sky’, that ‘light’, and that ‘sound’ I could remember for long, experiencing wonder that can express itself only through silence.
( at Indirapuram: New Delhi Oct., 2013)