with the
single grain
the
little ant
walks toward
kannan
as it draws
closer..
it hears
an old song
passing by
in the wind
..
onnaam ragam
paadi..
onnine mathram
theydi..
vannuvello
innelle nee
vadakkum nathande
mumbil..
paaduvadum raagame..
theyduvadum
raagama..
deivanum anuraagiyaa
ambala praave..
wondering..
the little one
places
the grain
on the ground..
what is
ambala praavu
kanna
..?
the wind
hears
it ask
kannan
appears
to mull
the words..
amongst other things
kannan speaks
praavu could
refer to
one’s likes
and dislikes
in creation..
ambala praavu
could mean
all one’s wishes
dreams
flowing round
centered
on the deity
centered
on
oneself
one’s self..
ant repeats..
what is
one’s self
kanna
..?
everything
comes
the reply..
so our
hopes
wishes
likes
dislikes
should
be focussed
around
everything
..?
yes
kannan replies
with
a smile
what
is everything
keshava
..?
the little ant
tries to
understand
everything is..
everything
..
all
that you see
and
all
that you don’t
speaks
little kannan
now
the little ant
looks around..
what..
what
do i
not see
kanna
..?
if i see you
i see everything
don’t i
..?
well..
kannan
speaks slowly..
what you
don’t see
is
that as
we speak
here at
this
level..
you are
speaking
to me
in the
same manner
at
another
another..
another what
madhava..
?
another..
well..
dimension..
multiple universes
in parallel..
where
the rules
of creation
are different..
kannan tries
to explain
ant nods
not understanding
but
sits still..
as if
trying
to hear himself
speak
elsewhere
some place
in eternity
i see
little ant replies
so you say
i exist
some place else
where
i am
the same
me
..?
yes..
but not
exactly like this
the same you..
but
in a different
robe
can you
show me
this place?
can i see
me there?
kannan contemplates
eyes closed tight..
come..
if you really
want to see..
first
stop trying
to see..
close
your eyes
sings the flute
in a tune
so deep
..
beyond mind's
understanding..
..
takes them
along..
humming..
come..
come
with me
it sings..
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