NIVA : ever flowing bliss

She is a river of bliss, flowing eternally. She glows as she twists and turns, taking even the hardest souls on her wild currents and smoothing them with the gentle brush of time. She is sensual, curvy, soothing, and at times ferocious according to the moment.

Yet this eternal flow often rises within beings as the feminine itself. She awakens what has long been still, stirring what is capable of blooming but afraid to move. She arouses you in mind and body, and the ancient serpent coiled at the base of your being begins to rise like a living flame. Many mistake this for mere desire and stop there, indulging only its surface.

She reveals herself through Maithuna, the union that civilizations fear most. They fear you will be captured by her, yet they know Maithuna is the pulse of the universe. It was celebrated for tens of thousands of years around the sacred fire. She presided over the rite, coming alive through dance, song, drink, lovemaking, and the surrender of two egos melting into nature’s embrace.

Sleeping afterward like children resting on the breast of the earth, waking at dawn ready to let the sun kiss every part of the body. Life was a continuous festival. To hunt, to gather, to love, to fear, to die a little each day and be reborn with every breath. Existence was worship. Participation was grace. Every act was an offering.

Because of this she was entrusted with restoring equilibrium. In her world everyone belonged to a small yet vibrant commune with no hierarchy. Space was shared yet vast. Homes were built close to the earth, warmed by fire and affection. People knew one another deeply. She was unashamed of her body, her longing, her voice, her need for space. She honored her own nature.

She was guarded and revered. Now in the name of protection she is imprisoned. Her flow is wounded, and so you choke and ache. When her freedom was taken, yours vanished with it. When she stopped blooming, you hardened. When she grew quiet, your voice became sharp. She is not separate from you; she is your reflection.

To experience life fully, embrace her without chains. Her freedom is the doorway to your own.

She is the river of shakti in which you bathe to remember your true nature. No scripture owns this secret. No ritual hides it. It is carved into your very DNA, a call from the primal mother of Africa. You are born from her, held by her, loved by her, and you return to her when breath leaves you. Earth is mother, lover, companion, and every expression of her is feminine flow.

Release your guilt. Sit in stillness. Listen. Hear her voice rising from within, and the wind whispering across mountains, oceans, valleys, deserts, and flowers. The spirit that rides the wind enters your heart. Some stay, some drift away. Follow the ones who find a home inside you, regardless of the world’s noise. They are ancient. They speak the language of the soul and the truth of Swa-Bhava, ( your innate nature ).

Become who you truly are. The real language is always a flowing river without shame or guilt or rules. Beyond the structures humans invent, nature always finds its path, fresh as the moment the universe burst from a single atom. Your heart is a spark of that original atom. It remembers the ancient language of the eternal flow.

Muse : K Raginee Yogesh

Words & Images : Yogesh Kardile

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