Universe in Her Palm

Up in the clouds, where birds never flew and no human ventured, existed a cave hollowed out in the Himalayan cliffs. There was a woman named Ma Bhavani, whose name was spoken in the valleys only in hushed tones. She had once been a queen—a bejeweled, a proud one, bound by gold. But sorrow had broken her princely fantasies. Her child's death drove her into the mountains, where worldly grief became fiery seeking. 

Years passed. Her body grew thin, but her eyes deepened. She sat unmoving beneath a twisted cedar tree, meditating for moons together. Snow fell. Wolves howled. Avalanches roared. Nothing disturbed her.

Once, a group of sages came upon her cave and scoffed, "A woman? Seeking Brahman? This is no path for the tender-hearted."

Bhavani opened her eyes slowly and said nothing. She took a dry seed from a pouch of her robes and placed it on her palm. Then, before the eyes of those sages, her body glowed with light. The seed expanded and within it shimmered stars, galaxies, oceans, and all beings in motion. They watched the universe swirl in miniature. Her voice echoed:

“To the one who dissolves ego, time and space are mere veils. You see only what your mind permits.”

The sages fell to their knees. They had read scriptures. She had become them.

From that day on, tales spread of the Yogi Queen of the North. No one knew if she still lived—some said she merged into the sky, others said she meditated still, beyond human reach.

But among women in the villages below, her story was passed down in songs, in dreams, and in moments of stillness. For they knew:

When a woman walks into silence with purpose, the universe must listen.

Moral:

True power needs no declaration. The highest knowledge is beyond gender, beyond form—it lives in stillness and surrender.

Inspiration:

The yogis annihilate space in a fraction of a second and have the power of perceiving the whole universe like a seed on the palm. - Haritaayana (Tripura Rahasya)