Manasarovar, the "Lake of Consciousness," lies in the Himalayas as a shimmering, turquoise sanctuary of divine peace, nestled beneath the majestic Mount Kailash. It is considered the holiest, most tranquil, and pure water source on earth, where white swans glide, pilgrims seek salvation, and the soul finds utter silence.
The climb was slow, breath burning in the chest, steps scattering dust on the old mountain path. The lake came into view— wide, cold, a sheet of still water held between stone and sky. Snow gathered at the edges, hard and untouched, as if the night itself had placed it there. Pilgrims stopped, hands joined, foreheads lowered, not out of habit but out of something older than habit. Kailasa stood behind, bare and vast, the place where Shiva sits, watching without noise, holding the weight of the world without moving. Some touched the water, some only looked, each carrying a hope they had not said aloud. The cold bit the skin, but it felt like a sign, a small blessing for those who came far. A faint bell rang from somewhere, lost in the wind, lost in the open air, yet enough to steady a trembling heart. People lit small lamps, their flames shaking, waiting to be accepted. They whispered His name— not to ask, but to be seen. When evening dropped over the peaks, the lake did not shift. It held the sky, held the prayers, held the silence— as if Shiva had touched the water once and left His calm there. ==================== *The Mirror of the Sky* Atop the world, where winds blow thin, A sapphire mirror, deep within. Mirroring clouds of white and grey, Where sun and sky together play. *Manasarovar*—divine and vast, A sacred spell the gods have cast. *Om Namah Shivaya* whispers the breeze, Passing the silent, trembling trees. A crystal heart in a snowy land, Formed by the Maker’s gentle hand. No icy chains can hold this lake, Purest nectar for the spirit’s sake. White swans glide on waters still, Reflecting the holy, snow-capped hill. Here time pauses, the ego dies, Beneath the vast and silent skies. A, journey’s end, a soul set free, Manasarovar—infinity. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx K RAJARAM IRS 22226 On Sun, 22 Feb 2026 at 02:59, Jambunathan Iyer <[email protected]> wrote: > *Inner stillness is true strength. In the midst of endless thoughts, > distractions, and demands, stillness becomes our sacred center—a space > where clarity, peace, and presence naturally arise.* > > *Great teachers across ages remind us: silence is not emptiness, but > fullness—overflowing with awareness, insight, and connection to the deepest > self. In stillness, we discover the strength that no storm can shake.* > > > *N Jambunathan , Chennai " What you get by achieving your goals is not as > important as what you become by achieving your goals. If you want to live a > happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things "* > > > -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CAL5XZoq9dRPvtvbVVg8so9gAJ7fHuOWwdRE2fWU5eROeTAWHKA%40mail.gmail.com.
