On Divinity

There are so many among us today, who could tell us about what they believe to be the divine; and justly so, for divinity, by virtue of its flexible, interpretative nature, is something that is at once subjective and personal.

Then why is it, dear reader, that this topic has been expounded to no end, emphatically and threateningly, even butchered, if you will, while its very essence is about the freedom of the soul, expression of love – the source of all things divine – and the beauty of being? Why is it, that one must be wary of the believers in different faiths, non believers in any faith and the many fanatics who abound in this world of ours ready to attach meanings to scriptures to suit their convenience, to prevent one’s thoughts from being tainted with negative perceptions, wounded sentiments and offense? And why, is it, that in a bid to explain what it is, we have failed to realise that the divine is inexplicable and inherent, is omnipresent and immune to any offense or gratification, but thrives only in the goodness of the soul and the essence of that ever pure genesis of the source, love?

Divinity does not manifest itself as a cloaked entity in white, sitting above the clouds and watching everyone all the time, radiating love until an act contrary to its wishes is committed, the failure to rectify which earns one the gateway to the everlasting bonfire of agony. I feel that the entities that are worshipped and adhered to must have, in the past, by virtue of being purged with love and recognising their divinity, been able to emit greater vibrations of love and joy, thus having the power to bless and heal, and earning the gratitude and devotion of those on the path of recognising their own. In human folly we have attached fantastical and fanatical meanings to the divine when it is as real and as simple as love, and its realisation within.

One does not have to go looking for the divine in the mountains or the forests, or in any particular country or house – for it resides in everyone and everything, in varying degrees. If we only recognise the divine in ourselves, dear reader, and those that bring it out in us, through acts of love, happiness, kindness, grace, laughter, positivity and empathy, we will succeed in breaking down the rigid walls of false and constructed beliefs to truly understand divinity. Imposing our opinions and beliefs on others will never raise the energies of love within ourselves and those that we meet.

Divinity is found, when we discover and come home to ourselves – and no one else can make that journey for us.

In the healing balm of a conversation and the nepenthe of a warm hug;

in the intuitive indication of the inner voice when one’s soul is in trouble –

in the babbling brook that runs beyond the flowering green hill,

in the moon that summons the tides in waters both turbulent and still;

in creatures that crawl on earth’s vast terrestrial plains,

and in those that fly beyond the barricading mountains;

in the fire of the resplendent sun, that rises every morning,

in the stars that grace the nights, beauty and shine combining;

all around our persons, in our thoughts and in our deeds –

there’s no need to wander in search, o soul,

divinity is in the very air you breathe…

© Isha Garg