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I must have been both Indian and Japanese at least once in my previous lives. Every time I drink a cup of golden milk or matcha latte, it feels as if one is being wrapped in a kind of an ageless energetic cloak and transported into a higher plane. A plane that represents supreme peace and symbolizes neuroendocrine equanimity. Both turmeric and matcha are deeply revered in Indian and Japanese thought, and I’ve often wondered how elevated and sagacious Vedic and Zen cultures had to be to weave these two plants so intricately into fabrics of such shimmering spirituality. The inspiring sum total of the vibrant color, numinous symbolism and meticulous rituals, carefully designed, lovingly nurtured and impeccably followed across generations.

The deliberate and intricate melding of philosophy, the study of the mind, and a reverence for the highest metaphysical reality with art is a de facto way of life across the Indian subcontinent. For almost four thousand years, gifted saintly composers, poets, sculptors, painters, and philosophers have attempted to distill the essence of nondual philosophy into works of art in temples from lofty heights of the Himalayas to the edge of the southernmost tip overlooking the vastness of the mighty Indian ocean. In the land of the most ancient spirituality, the temple is a divine conduit transporting one’s being into a higher plane that transcends material concern and transient emotion.

India is decorated with so many towering mystical saint-poets who have expressed profound spiritual experiences through poetry, music, and dance over three thousand years. What is not widely known is that not all of them have been men. Amongst the many female saint-poets who have journeyed across this ancient land, two towering figures stand out for their unique blend of spirituality and sensuality—Āṇḍāl from Tamil Nadu and Akkamahādevī from Karnataka. Both of these female saint-poets transcended the boundaries of gender, caste, and conventional norms to not only become icons of devotion but whose compositions are still revered across modern India, almost daily, in the yearning hearts of hundreds of millions.

The universe is described in Indian thought as an energy that has manifested into a grand theater of the mesmerizing cosmos, shining with the brilliance of countless suns and moons casting their luminescence upon this world. Witnessing this grand illusory play and striving to move from the unreal to the real is the heart of yogic philosophy. The Śrī Rudram is one of the most ancient and unremitting chants in Sanskrit from the Vedic age, still recited all over India and passed on from generation to generation stretching back almost 3,600 years. It is a lyrical composition rich in elaborate rhythmic cadences and melodious intonations.

The fabric of time, cyclical in nature and upon which memories are woven with intricate detail, winds, and unwinds the karmic ledger — the metaphysical diary that records every action, gross, subtle, and causal. Bound by the rope of all activities resulting from action, life spins round and round like a wheel, experiencing a spectrum of suffering or bliss as dictated by what was already written and what continues to be written in the karmic ledger. The predicament of how to sever the bonds of that rope, to be unbound to the vicissitudes of the mind and body in the earnest and elusive quest for absolute emancipation, is the aim of all yogic practice.

The ancient south Indian city of Madurai, shimmering like a polestar in the divine firmament and inspiring an eternally compounding repository of knowledge, music, and art from time immemorial, reverberates with pristine generative energy. For more than two and half thousand years, this celestial land has woven the study of the self, carnatic music, and art into a tapestry of the most ancient spirituality, defying definitive description by even the most erudite of scholars, and transcending material concern & transient emotion. A beacon of resplendent temples, to take a walk inside this city is to immerse the self in a universe parameterized by the deepest of aesthetic emotions and sublime bliss, igniting the subtle consciousness and be transported into an abode of supreme peace.

The immeasurable gift of music, inspiring and soothing in its emotive content, woven around the fabric of devotion: the ancient and glorious tradition of carnātic music, while defying definitive descriptions even by the most erudite of scholars, is perhaps closer to the meloexpression of aesthetic emotion or bhāva than to a rigid, inviolable musical structure. Inseparable from the concept of bhakti bhāva or fervent devotion to the supreme reality of the cosmic race, carnātic music has been enriched for thousands of years by gifted saintly composers, preserved and nurtured by a quality of selfless dedication that has transcended material concern and transient emotion.