Shiva and shakti have often been spoken about as two sides of the same coin which symbolize cosmic consciousness. Both the forces compliment each other and bring about stability in the universe. While one is the purest form of energy the other bestows content, form and direction.The interplay of these forces is what gets the momentum in universe going. All micro beings gather their direction from these two primal powers.
Floating in a universe of my own I have often liked to believe that micro is independent of the macro and can exist happily in isolation. But such myths do shatter and fill the mortal mind with remorse.
This interplay of the forces in my life- my parents, my shiva and Shakti and their roles as defined is nothing short of legendary mention. More often that not I have undermined their importance in life. We all do specially in happy times. Good times however last only as long before hitting a rock. Shakti, the maternal principal, the provider of abundance, offers warmth and security. The fierceness with which she nurtures her off spring, oblivious of her own pain is nothing short of divinity.
On similar occasions Shiva or the omnipresent has been sidelined and not much is said about the love of a father. Similar to Shiva a father has no desires of his own and is a clear empty screen. He is a provider and true to his force, masculine in nature. He may not show the warmth of 'prakriti' but he cares in his own unassuming ways. If he is the destroyer he is known to be a sustainer too. I remember being scared of my father before every result and simultaneously rushing to him for every demand that Ma rejected. I remember him coaxing Ma from back during all phone calls enquiring about my health and instructing me to be careful. When handed over the phone his words suddenly would go dry.
This interplay of Shiva and Shakti is nothing new but the truth gets lost in time. We become so busy in growing up that we forget our sources of energy are getting depleted too. Time runs faster than our realizations and we are left staring at the mirage.
Ironical how Shiv and Shakti move the universe, decide the cosmic movements but leave the micro to learn from his mistakes. Could this be the purest and most unimaginable form of love or is it just another law of nature decide by them to keep the energy moving.
