Dec '25 • General discussion
My picture fell of the wall while I was sleeping
I walked out of the bedroom this morning and found this image waiting for me.
My picture fell of the wall at night and we didn't hear it.
And something softened immediately.
No rush. No thoughts fighting for attention. Just a quiet pause.
The figure Nataraja, the dancing Shiva – not destruction in a crude sense, but the cosmic rhythm of becoming, dissolving, and beginning again. Old forms making space for new ones.
That’s cosmology, not darkness. Even modern physics describes the universe as a living process, never static.
What moved me most was the contrast:
A cosmic dance resting on the floor that says NOW.
The infinite placed right into the ordinary – on a wooden floor, among plants, traces of daily life.
Transcendence without leaving the ground.
You could read this image religiously.
Spiritually.
Psychologically.
Or simply as a human reminder.
Because everything that truly works happens now.
Healing. Insight. Any encounter with the divine – whatever name one chooses.
Some people see threat in images like this. Often that’s fear of losing control.
Others feel calm, because they recognize movement without chaos.
The image doesn’t preach.
It remembers.
#now #presence #mindfulness #spirituality #innerpeace💫
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My picture fell of the wall while I was sleeping
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