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Janaan

2 min readOct 10, 2018

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In Urdu Janaan means “Beloved.”

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Janaan

“Love, or devotion, is a quality which softens the heart. When the heart is fully softened and there is no corner left in hatred or malice of any kind, then the heart is pure. In this purity, the heart is soft and has the capacity for maximum expansion.

The increased capacity of the heart for unbounded emotion succeeds in handling the waves of love which rise high in deep devotion to God.” — Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

The ultimate Beloved — “God” becomes all that one yearns for and the boundaries of mortality, ego, mind, emotions all melt away till eventually there is no matter, no thought just the deep reverberating silence of eternal bliss that rolls like the endless waves of the ocean, thrilling in every morphing transformation that dissolves in and out of the Self.

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It is reborn again and again anew, filled with the life force “prana” “jivita” that emanates from the very heart of the Divine as the ultimate gift of Divine Grace itself.

From as far back as I can remember I sang and heard the music of the heartbeat of God.
Sometimes it was so faint that it barely registered and at other times it was deafening and all encompassing. At all times it was the constant that ebbed and flowed regardless of my limited perception or awareness. A “Smriti” — memory — spontaneous right action waiting to be born in any moment, as a remembering of the seeds of greatness that lie within our every breath, if we are awake enough to experience its purity and sheer perfection.

I longed for God, I looked for God everywhere, yet I was lost in the shadow of what I thought was reality but was in fact the thin wispy veil of illusion and delusion that trailed around like clouds in the sky, evaporating into nothingness leaving a vacuum, an empty space that no matter what, could not be filled by anyone or anything.

Yet I continued to sing. As years went by, there was no trace left of what it was for, there was no memory left — just the singing “Sing your song of love to the world, even if you think no one will hear you.

God will hear you.”

Originally published at www.dezikoster.com on October 10, 2018.

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Dezi Koster
Dezi Koster

Written by Dezi Koster

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