En Manas - My mind A rumble through thoughts and feeling so sporadic yet sometimes deep. Does one thought lead to the next and does this make me who I am. A diary for my emotions -
Friday, December 16, 2011
I seek
The thought of discovery
The yearning to know
These doubts that linger
And all the memories within
I cringe and hurt
With every new thought
Those that surface
Are empty without hope
Escape seems probable
A Momentary hope
Yet places and people may
Change yet dont help
Outside seems to empty
and the inside too noisy
I cant help but scream
Into a world that cares not for me
I try to seek meaning
I think I know the solution
Yet there seems to be a wall
A Wall created with my imagination
Free I wish to be
And free I am told I am
Yet happiness seems to slip
And happiness I am told I am
In this discovery I seek
Meaning of all this work
Meaning I am told I give
To everything I do and wont
I cannot but hold a Higher
Behold someone or thing
That which is bigger better
Than me at this instance called time.
I seek Thee Oh Imagination
I seek Thee The dream of man
I seek Thee That fueled civilization
I seek Thee That imagined Time
I am told I am Thee
Yet I create not
I seek Thee for I hold
Thoughts different from that I am told!
In seeking shall I see reason
In seeking shall I see peace
I know not for I seek Thee Oh imagination
That hath created Time and culture of man
I imagine to be someone
Memory and other creatures react to
Yet I know I will die and perish
In the sands I stand upon now!
I seek Thee Oh Imagination
Light up my path and mind
I seek Thee Oh Mother
That lives through my body here and now!
You live for Thy mirth it seems
For I seem to be a lie
I cannot be other than You
For I am but a few pulses of light
I seek Thee for I wish to forget
I seek Thee for I wish to live
I seek Thee for happiness
Which I see only through Thee
It is but my imagination that writes
for I think so I am...
I am ...
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The Demon in me
Noise Noise Noise inside my head
The thoughts just breaks loose
As I try to control they break out again
And destroy any inkling of peace
I need a way out
I need to stay calm
I need to hold on
I need to break through
The waves rise and rise
And fall with a crash
The noise explodes into a scream
The conscious within implodes into fear
The raging sounds change desires into anger
The emotions locked within break out
The body shivers in confusion
And the effort falls flat in vain
Just then.. I hear anklets from within
Steps taken in wild dancing
The waves lashing on the shores
Musical instruments play in rhythm
A heat emanates within
The awareness stills the thoughts
And the noise slowly pulls back
The music takes control
Fire erupts on all sides
Light fills the whole mind
The darkness recedes into nothingness
Suddenly the scene reveals a dance
His feet with anklets tap on a monster below
His legs raised with snakes on them
Seem to reach the sky
And hold the heavens from falling
One hand is pointing down gracefully
And the other palm faces my eyes
The hair is flowing on all sides
As though lighting the fire all around
The smile, His smile.. just bliss
The snakes hissing in a drunken state of joy
Curl around His neck and arms
Draping Him like His clothes
What sight! The fair One
Smeared in ashes
Burning like the sun
His feet on my body!!
Stunned I withdraw from the scene
And I still feel Him lighting up my mind
While I, in a confused state close my eyes again
To see Him standing on my body
Withdrawn from my body
I gaze at him dancing on my body
while my awareness witnesses this sight
Only He can tell me what I've become!
Oh Lord Nataraja! Dance on my body
Dance Your eternal dance of death
Make this pain disappear
Let me disappear in Thy Bliss
Thy smile of knowledge
Plant it on my lips
For that to happen
Fill my mind with Thy sights
May this fool see Thy presence
In all that Exists
May thy devotees appear to me
Wherever my sight may fall
May there be only Love
Where my senses turn
May there be Thy signs
Wherever there may be any impulse
I prostrate to Thee Oh Dancing Lord
I know not what is mine
for You dance on what I thought was me
I know not what I am other than a lie
Oh Lord! I rest in Thee
Om Tat Sat
I am...
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Sunday, October 09, 2011
You the dreamer... Wake up
What is supernatural
What is so ordinary
What is so pleasurable
What could not be so
What could be more unbelievable
Than the fact that for no reason
I wake up again and again
To do things that will get removed by time
What else could be possible oh Lord
Than the reason that I exist
Is for Your pleasure
While I remain the dream and You the dreamer
What could possibly be the reason
That I suppose I am free
And play this role of a seeker
While You oblivious to my pain dream on as me
Oh Lord! Wake up as the four armed
Wake up as the One wearing the snake on Thy neck
Change this dream to play your games
May this dream body of Yours be fit to work Thy plans
What else could possibly be the reason
For me to wake up but to submit this false free will
To Thy service to Thy games
Oh Lord! I remain... I remain Thy dream .. Wake up
I am....
Sat Chit Ananda
The moon and the mind
You wake me up
In the middle of the night
Shining bright on my face
For this one night in full
Borrowed is Thy Light
That shines down on me
Yet bright and lovely You are
Like this mind I call me
This too is borrowed
The thought that tries to speak
The same light that hallows you
The same One that cannot be spoken about
I am these thoughts that emerge
From the screen of the mind
Like a projector He streams
Not judging not controlling
Like you who waxes and wanes
My mind peaks and drops
To levels I choose not to reveal
Yet the same Light is He who lights me
I behold oh moon Thy beauty
I pray to the Light That reveals us
To shine through my mind always
Always so that I may be bright as you oh full moon
This thought that speaks of You Oh Lord
Is but Thy light shining through
Yet I have no way of being You
For I see me as an entity other than You
Make me see Your Truth
Make my mind clear as crystal
Make these words speak Thy name alone
May my mind be in the moment which is only You
Sat Chit Ananda
Saturday, October 08, 2011
Death of the world
The bed on which I sleep
Is dead wood
The ground I tread
Is volcanic matter
The world as I see it
Is just a recreation
As electrical pulses in my head
The identity of the I that speaks now
Is just an illusion of memory
Where from this journey
where to this path
Where are the Gods
Who maketh my hopes
When all there is is just thoughts
This thing called hope
And love and faith
These words used loosely
To claim and embrace
My work and thoughts for
Years in pain what for I ask
Cause its just another pulse within
Loss of things and hope we speak
Things that pain and hurt within
Love and faith that make sense to live
Shall change and let nature prevail
The world is ruthless and hard as it is
The now is changing every cell that is
Certain is change as death for that mind
That holds these thoughts as itself in I
Where then is love or hate or faith
For all that is is change and flux
So I hold on to sanity and remain
Watchful of this change as my God within
These meaningless words can't touch
The realm of that which changes not
For if that change-less exists
It exists as that existence consciousness infinite
Sat chit Ananda
Saturday, September 10, 2011
You and I - Scorpions
I lose control because of you babe
I lose control when you look at me like this
there's something in your eyes that is sayin' tonight
I'm not a child anymore, life has opened the door
to a new exciting life
I lose control when I'm close to you babe
I lose control don't look at me like this
there's something in your eyes, is this love at first sight
like a flower that grows, life just wants you to know
all the secrets of life
It's all written down in your lifelines
it's written down inside your heart
You and I just have a dream
to find our love a place
where we can hide away
you and I were just made
to love each other now
forever and a day
I lose control because of you babe
I lose control when you look at me like this
there's something in your eyes that is sayin' tonight
I'm so curious for more just like never before
in my innocent life
It's all written down in your lifelines
it's written down inside your heart
You and I just have a dream
to find our love a place
where we can hide away
you and I were just made
to love each other now
forever and a day
Time stands still
when days of innocence are falling for the night
I love you girl I always will
I swear I'm there for you till the day I'll die
Send me an angel - Scorpions
The wise man said just walk this way
To the dawn of the light
The wind will blow into your face
As the years pass you by
Hear this voice from deep inside
It's the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The passage out of the dark
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
The wise man said just find your place
In the eye of the storm
Seek the roses along the way
Just beware of the thorns
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
The wise man said just raise your hand
And reach out for the spell
Find the door to the promised land
Just believe in yourself
Hear this voice from deep inside
It's the call of your heart
Close your eyes and your will find
The passage out of the dark
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
Friday, September 02, 2011
Dance of the Self
This dance of Yours
Such is Thy Life
As these plants that shed flowers
As the waters that roar
As these thoughts that surface
As the sky so expansive
As these insects that crawl
As this earth that sustains
As this soil that nourishes
You encompass this All
You bring to Life me
And give me a false identity
For Your mirth Oh Lord!
what game is this
Lead me to the Truth
And dissolve my identity in You
May my actions be lead
I know not my role
Lead me Oh Lord to You
Om Tat Sat
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
A Prayer
I pray today
I pray today for a tomorrow
Peaceful and bright
Whence I can sow the seeds
Of love for your children
I pray that my work
Shall yield results and
Carry your blessing
In every step I take
Lead me Lord for Thy feet I seek
Hari Om Tat Sat
Saturday, August 27, 2011
I am death ...
Voices of wailing accompany me
As I walk this hollow earth
Lives and dreams shatter into pieces
As my feet treads into lives that end
Who am I .. I've sought forever
From the beginning I've walked alone
Some fear me and some hallow my name
Yet I can spare them not for I am death
There is no hurry in this quest
There is no direction for my steps
I walk in and out of doors
That my weary feet seeks to rest
Voices within call out fate
Thoughts race through when I get blamed
Yet I need to carry on as my feet tells
Carrying the burden of one more dead
I am death...
I am the mortifying entity
I seek a direction I am denied
For my thoughts shall seem to rest
When I am dead
I laugh at myself
When words lose meaning
For words are just a play in my head
How could I who am death die and see death in the eye
I carry on
For I am death ...
I seek no God
I seek no end
I seek no love
For I AM all the above
I am death...
In me all shall end
I am..
"Breaking The Habit" - Linkin Park
"Breaking The Habit"
Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
[Bridge:]
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
[Chorus:]
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream.
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean.
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright.
So I'm breaking the habit,
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
I'll paint it on the walls
'Cause I'm the one that falls
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
[Chorus:]
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
to show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So, I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I’m breaking the habit
Tonight
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Kangna
As the music fills up my mind
Words flow down meaninglessly
And thoughts of scenes rush by
As the intellect stops its work
These tunes from across
Break the rhythm of the day
As the past stands unchanged
While the future appears brighter
Where from have these voices emerged
That were under wraps in war
While love thrived beneath
Risen now have these works
That set the path of peace
God breaks His silence in rhythms
While I get immersed
In my own silence within..
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Inception
The world I believe
Keeps crumbling around
While thoughts unseen
Start showing up
The comforts I've known
Become my pain
And the company I've kept
Break away...
Partially I begin to see
The reality of me
While my world merges
With dreams in sleep
I fade into Thy dream
On coils of infinity
with my heart held firmly
In Thy Blissful serenity
Breaking free from this lie
A world of vanity
I step in to myself
The One True Reality
I am....
Om Tat Sat
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Joshua Walters: On being just crazy enough
I've always wondered from when I could discern what the words like 'social', 'acceptable', 'sensible', 'practical' etc were spoken as to who defined these words... people have ever been classified based on these words on interpretations that were suitable to one's own agenda and the one's who were branded as not so were dismissed for whatever reason... It is only necessary that as a civilization we re-look at certain 'facts' in the light of where we are today with the problems being faced by us economically, socially etc.
We need to understand that we are but a species, not a race... We are but an evolute not the final.. We are but in the process of understanding not dictating... We are but another life form not 'that' which defined life... when we classify some 'one' or some 'thing' on the basis of our limitations.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
YiPL
A new situation ...
A different experience
People I know not
Yet I seem to care
Why is it a need felt
Is it for social acceptance
is it for name and fame
Or for a position I can claim
Nay says the mind
Go ahead says the heart
Your duty screams the Scriptures
fall not says the will
I stand up to this challenge
I work for togetherness
I hold all fair and equal
love not pride drives the spirit
I behold You Lord
in all that I do
I thank Thy grace
for these oppurtunities placed
Show me my path righteous and straight
Hold Thee my arms and guide me to You
I am but Thy reflection in flesh and blood
I exist as a reflection in Thy mind
Isha vasyam idam sarvam
I see Thee in all this visible glory
OM TAT SAT
YiPL
Monday, June 27, 2011
Winds of Change - Scorpions
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close,like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change
Chorus:
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I fallow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time
Like a storm wind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
Sunday, June 26, 2011
The sound of anklets within ..
Deep within i hear
The sounds of feet dancing
I hear them anklets on those feet
As i lose myself to these thoughts
Lost am I in love for Him
Slave am I to His thoughts
Oh Lord release me from this
These chains of attchments
Let me join them gopis
In their dance of love
Let me delve in your memory
May You take me in Thy arms
I cry for Thee in mirth
Love lorn have I been
Without Thy presence
And I hear Thy feet danicing
Amongst them gopis my Lord
You dance my Lord
Take me along Krishna
May I also be lost in Thy bliss
I hear them feet with anklets
I hear them dancing in Love
I hear them in my mind
I hear them full of bliss within
Om Tat Sat
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Black Sabbath N. I. B.
Black Sabbath N. I. B. Lyrics
Oh yeah!
Some people say my love cannot be true
Please believe me, my love, and Ill show you
I will give you those things you thought unreal
The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal
Oh yeah!
Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met
You are the first to have this love of mine
Forever with me till the end of time
Your love for me has just got to be real
Before you know the way Im going to feel
Im going to feel
Im going to feel
Oh yeah!
Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you will see who I am
My name is lucifer, please take my hand
Oh yeah!
Follow me now and you will not regret
Leaving the life you led before we met
You are the first to have this love of mine
Forever with me till the end of time
Your love for me has just got to be real
Before you know the way Im going to feel
Im going to feel
Im going to feel
Oh yeah!
Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you will see who I am
My name is lucifer, please take my hand
*******************************************************
This song holds a lot of meaning for me... I know... I feel these words are blasphemy for any religion. But this song led me to question so many things which I took for granted.
My journey to understand religion and philosophy went hand in hand with my state of mind moving from high devotion to complete atheism. The Devil - Lucipher was the aid, a state of mind which could probe into what was evil and compare with what was good.
Today that exercise makes no sense, but then it was all meaningful
As the mind battled between why religion, why God, why a structure and why Love these debates were real.
The path to Truth is no bed of roses at the same time once there is conviction then Jesus vs Lucipher, Krishna vs Kamsa, Ram vs Ravan becomes a battle in the mind, in choices, in decisions, in Love....
thank you for this wonderful song, jarring yet in rhythm
Friday, June 10, 2011
Arunachala!!!
I wait for you
I seek Thee in books
I search for you in shadows
I imagine you in my being
Yet I see not Thee in myself
Yet I find no satisfaction
I repeat Thy name in the mind
I sing out Your name like never before
This search continues
Yet You hide from me
Where from am I to find solace
Where in lies the Truth
In me say Your guides
In me say Your devotees
In me say the wind
In me says my mind
Yet I am not satisfied
As I am just my own memory
I is an illusion lost in signals
I is a mistake in time
Yet I am alive
These references to memory
is all I think I am
Yet I exist but the references
Show me the way oh Lord
Lost I am in this maze
of me mine and myself
You as me beholds my mind
Yet I as You is a puzzle
I seek You in my actions
I seek You in those results
I am lost in this confusion...
Show me the way Oh Arunachala!
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Nothing Else Matters - Metallica S&M Unplugged
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters
Saturday, June 04, 2011
EVANESCENCE "Anywhere"
EVANESCENCE
"Anywhere" - LYRICS
Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me
And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own
Take my hand
[CHORUS:]
We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name
I have dreamt of a place for you and I
No one knows who we are there
All I want is to give my life only to you
I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore
Let's run away, I'll take you there
We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the mornings light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where no one needs a reason
Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you
Forget this life
Come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart
Drop your guard
No one's left to stop you now
[Chorus]
[Silence]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Fades out]
Friday, April 29, 2011
I - The Infinite of form
Out of rhythm and in sync
With desires unborn in my mind
And yearn to bud into my life
These thoughts they seem so real
Yet they transit into nothingess
When Your Light comes over
Making me aware of the presence
The thoughts light up brighter
Burning strong and light this mind
Surfacing the darkness lurking within
I long for those seconds of pure Light
The music lures my mind back
To the darkness that beckons within
I see myself fade into decay
While You stand and stay ever aside
Your presence is always the path
You are always the direction
Roads or thorns You direct my feet
Good or bad You expose me to facts
Where is astray if You are me
What can taint the space within
If I am just the Light of Life
Can the wind leave tracks around
Ye mind thy sins are burnt
Oh thoughts you're origins are blessed
My actions they are His grace
The results are His gifts to Life
Where is the Lust
What for is greed
Whom what is to hate
When All is my dream!
Oh what wonder these Truths
Yet this is always told
The greatest secret of Life
That You are the Infinite in form
Oh for the Love of God;...
I am .... Thee The Infinite
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Life
CR: a life is simply life irrespective of cause and effect! It is ones own prerogative to see meaning in it by associating cause and effect! Only activity and results can be viewed in the light of cause and effect! Life needs no cause or effect. It just exists!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Waiting for love
I wait for you my love
Minute on minute passes by
I count irresistibly
To hold you in my arms
To feel the passion of love
Passing through me to you
To taste the love you let go
As I let our love fulfill
This fantasy I nurture
A dream within my head
Reality may rule otherwise
Yet I wait for those few moments
I know not any other way
To shower my love to you
But to hold you in my arms
And let the animal take over
What this passion brings
To each other is known
Burning through our senses
The body reacting to love
Where do we get from there
Is not the big question
It is to live every minute intensely
And be aware of the Divine working
What breaks free is the ego
To let go of structures
To hold on to nothing substantial
But trust faith and love
Every moment luminous to love
Pours forth the great Truth
That we hold nothing within
But the love for each other in full
I love you for these words to evoke
Such passions within your mind
I wait for your body in my arms
And love you beyond all my wants
I am...
Om Tat Sat
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
To dance like Nataraja
In movement In rhythm
The world as I know it
Revolves which I care not how
She is in motion
Decay is her direction
Yet change directed by You
Gives her life renewed
Wave upon wave of destruction
Yet she springs back to life
For You are her base
In the motion Thee blesseth
Oh Lord how else would One think
Of You but in dance so serene
Yet so magnificent to 'see'
Spinning within this ball of flame
I can see You Oh Lord conditioned
To my senses as Me in my form
Magnificent for my own satisfaction
Yet what You are only You knoweth
The sounds playing forth
The fire burning that is played
The snakes hissing Thy intent
And Thy hands blessing my safety
As my mind wanders like your stag
You deliver the blow with Your axe
To hold me fixated to You
The here and now rooted to Truth
Oh Lord may I be burnt in Thy dance
May this not leave any trace of presence
But for Thy dance may I not be remembered
Yet I seek Thee to live through me
May You dance in my form
May You burn away my individuality
May there be peace as in Your smile
May Thy radiance ever dazzle my being
I am..
Om Tat Sat
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Lord Nataraja's face
A picture of movement
A show of grace
A vision striking me with awe
I fear this sight
Huge and luminous
Thy hair flying in circles
Stuck like tentacles to time
The forehead clear and calm
Thy eye closed in Joy
The sharp nose as though breathless
And only the smile calms me
Fire blazing around Thee
Consuming every essence of existence
To me these elements in time
Have come to reassure me of life
Yet You care not for This Bhakta
Lost in the quest for Bliss
You burn up all my comfort
Not hearing my pleas to Thee
Oh Lord crush me with Thy raised feet
Or dissolve This body in Thy dance
I yearn for something
Which Thee say am Me
I care not for this vision
As Thy presence evokes fear
I care only to be
As Thee gracing Thy fields
I happen to see now
my identity as Thy reflection
Of luminous Infinite Awareness
In a mind identified to Thy fields
I am but Thy reflection
Held in a spectacle of time
Viewing a world The senses project
In Thy Loving Ever consuming Fire
You are Shiva The Auspicious
You are Nataraja the Lord of dance
I am but Thy reflection - a lie
Praying for Thy grace and consummation
May You show me the way
Om Tat Sat
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Krishna's slave
To these thoughts of You
I crave not anymore
For men or women
I hold back myself
To imagine You as all
To be in Thy presence
To serve Your interests
Disappointed am I Oh Lord
For You dont care to instruct me
You stay away from my yearnings
Do You doubt my Love Krishna?
I stick to such thoughts
Until You roll Thy dice
And I roll into Thy game
Like a tumbling rock I fall
Yet Oh Lord I have
Pulled back and fell
At Thy feet pleading
For nothing but Thy Love
Hold not from me Lord
Thy embrace full and strong
I am such a selfish being
That I want nothing but You for me
The fear of Thy words
Has hit me hard
For Thee does not speak
You whisper that shall not be heard
Yet I have understood
And stand shuderring
For Thee shall manifest in Me
As Love for All in acts kind
I stand bewildered
As wretched I am
Greed stands inbetween now
Thee and Thy acts of Love
Bless me with courage Lord
For Thee are within
Bless with directions
For I am clearly lost
Om Tat Sat
Saturday, April 09, 2011
I learn...
I have always wondered why so many people keep writing about roses, clouds and love. I set on to write down something different or so I thought. Then I started feeling lonely as I have always been trying to stand out of the crowd!
I have never felt included because I was(considered myself) always special. I have expressed thoughts only to myself and became self centered. I was(in my mind) always the saviour and hence became a cynic! What had I been all these years?
I had misunderstood everything about the rose! I had failed to see the beauty of the rose and try to express it as much as I understood. I had not seen the world as beautiful as it should be. I had imagined the rose within a contorted self centered world which I wanted to be in control of(!!!) which I have never appreciated at all.
I think I now see clearly the beauty of this rose, this thing called life, to the extent I have understood and I am happy that I stood amongst the crowd rather than away from it holding hands with my people supporting freedom from 'myself'!!
May I be able to describe the rose as beautiful as it is; like the great lovers of the world before me and the great one's after me.
May I be forgotten as one of those fools who tried writing about the beauty of the rose!
May I learn to enjoy life and live in it as one who provides rather than takes
May the hands of the Infinite guide me in this journey of life
Om Tat Sat
He who loves, rejoices
A picture must possess a real power to generate light and for a long time now I’ve been conscious of expressing myself through light or rather in light.
I have always tried to hide my efforts and wished my works to have a light joyousness of springtime which never lets anyone suspect the labors it has cost me.
An artist must never be a prisoner. Prisoner? An artist should never be a prisoner of himself, prisoner of style, prisoner of reputation, prisoner of success, etc.
There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.
I do not literally paint that table, but the emotion it produces upon me. I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.
He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.
Work cures everything.
by Henri Matisse (1869 – 1954 )
Friday, April 08, 2011
Celtic Prayer
A Celtic Prayer
May God give you…
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.
An Old Celtic Blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
Happiness without reason
Am I a person devoid of will
Am I so scared that I need a reason
To carry on what I do
Do I need a validation for life
What do I have to prove and for what
Do I dissolve into nothingness
If I just exist and be...
Am I the bane for His grand plan
Was I programmed to be yearning like this
Time seems to be an infinite loop
And I only pray that a path exists
Years and years I have been in doubt
All along hoping for Thy arms
To grab my fate and change it
And take away all my responsibilities
Then Truth hit me between my eyes
And I see clearly without my delusions
The world just as it is in broad daylight
Smiling without no reason at all
Someone once said on enlightenment
As the relief when you drop the load
Willingly carried on ones own back
And looking back and laughing out loud
He also said it seems still laughing
That after enlightenment the One carried
The dropped load he once was burdened
And proceeds willfully with his relief intact
What more do I write
Why should worry about remembering
When all I have to do
Is remember to be happy without any reason at all
Om Tat Sat
Saturday, April 02, 2011
My mind Thy instrument
That which I think is within
Sometimes, most of the time
I say it to be me, confused
The noises within
Says things to me
I dont want to know
Dont want to be
It puts me to fear when I am happy
It makes me to be courageous
When I should be scared
It says I should not be here when I should
And screams when I am silent
And I am scared now to look within
But I know now one thing
And that I am sure
My mind is not a part of me
Its just memory, a tool
I know not how to use it still
And I have wielded it too freely
And it rolls now, uncontrolled
Like a film projecting a scene
Someone said your mind is your best friend
I say it is my tool
My strength, my gift
I Thank the Almighty for this!
May I be given the knowledge
To wield Thy powers
Through this mind Oh Lord
Thine is this instrument
Steady now, I rest
Om Shanthi Shanthi Shanthihi
Om Tat Sat
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Love... finally
Since i've wrote on Love
I was never down on Love
And then she came along
Held on to everything mine
Took away every detail
That were my past
And tells me back hers
Words seem to be lost
When shes around
I struggle to speak out
Anything in my mind
I confessed finally
My love for her
I write for the first time
This song of Love
I'm so happy now
For I've lost control
I dont worry anymore
For my hold slipped away
Ever have I written
Wanting Love
Ever have these words been lost
Seeking Love
Now when shes around
Its like I'm asleep
In her arms gently
She ... In my arms
I love You
Om Tat Sat
Thursday, March 10, 2011
You as all
Where are the Gods I so much pray to
What for do we follow these rituals and rites
In word and deed leaving aside the spirit of love
I see Him now in the babe born in sewers
I see Him now begging for food
I see You sleeping lazily
I see Your hand in the hatred of men
I see Thy grace in the bullet that kills
I feel the impact of the terror You spread
I face Your greed in the scams and loot
It hurts to know the rape of innocense
Oh Lord how can I stop You?
You who witness every act that hurts
You who carry out these actions of 'sin'
You who started this maze called life
You who acted Your part to live
You who still act as though You forgot
You who love for thats Your name
So where is this place called heaven
Opposed from hell
Somewhere people dream to be or not to be
I see now Your play to act both roles
In the here and now you've hid these worlds
I seek Thee to see this world
In the context of Love
I pray for courage to bring Thy Love
I hold my thoughts and for Thine
Words that push these arms to help
How can I see yOu within all this hate?
How do You silently 'witness' these acts of 'fate'
Is there a solution to all these pains
Do You exist or is it our bane
We pray to Thee Oh nameless One
Do You hear these words or are they just noise?
I wait...
Om Tat Sat
Control freak
Which deserves to be forgotten
Much has been said
Which must be pursued
Much is beyond me
That I cannot do
Do I want to do everything
I think in vain..
Half way through in all these thoughts
Questions I seek without direction to solve
When shall I realize that timeless Truth
That all solutions lie within You
I seek Thee doubts flooding the mind
I pray to Thee without surrendering my pride
Show me the way holding my hands
I seem to be scared of this responsibility to live
I wait..
Om Tat Sat
The path
Summer into rains
Happiness into sorrow
And God decides to sleep
Can you be awake Oh Lord
All the time to this world
Or do You alternate as well
Between Light and Dark?
What should I seek Oh Lord
Thee who I believe regins supreme
Or a life that breeds and lives
To deteriorate into lust and greed
Seeking You also seems to lure
Thoughts of power and control
For Thee I see in imperfect ways
Coloured by my ignorant needs
Then I define You in terms
That takes eons to understand
And wrap You up in stories
Passed on from Mother to Daughter and Son
Yet I have not overcome this question
Do You ever sleep at all
Or into eternity You are awake
To mans meandering ways in Lust
Thee I seek Oh Lord
To light my path ahead
I drop this sense of pride
And stand naked for Your grace
I allow for time to speak
Your words whispered in the mind
To choose actions and words
That scream of Love for the world
May Thy hand grace this fool
May Thy Love rain my tarried soul
May thoughts that wander from Thee
Be blessed and held back to Thee
Oh Lord Show me Thy path
Om Tat Sat
Friday, March 04, 2011
Dark to Love
A force that disappeared
From visible sphere
That began this journey
Through space and time
This power dark and formidable
I suppressed him the dark one
For he taught me pain
In the face of love
Then I sought him for long
To gain his might..
Words of hate and force
Spilled on space
Trapped in time I hid them
Memory though functions within
And desire once again sprouts
To set him free
Demons in my head sprang and thrived
Feelings so dark kept awake my nights
So confident was I of my path
That God I had questioned not
He seemed to watch and smile
For I was one but in a million in quest
Seeds of love where within my heart
That which silently rooted deeper
Into the void they went for Him
And buds of light emerged bright
He manifested as paths and words
From the outside bombarding my senses and mind
Long have I read and cried
His books and men who guided His kin
Saturated I feel I should slow down
For my within beckons I see inside
Lo and behold appears those thoughts
I seemingly lost as they hid inside
This vast void with its deep caves
Hosted them forces that dormant lay
Arise they my friends of yore
Blood they seek in my quest for Love
My brethern I need to speak the path
And show them the way of the silent God
Silence speaks within my void
And fills her with Love infinite and kind
Ye demons, you are but my thoughts
Rise in me you did and subside you shall within
Come Love show us the way
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
I seek..
Is this a realm I can enter and exit .like a world post mortem I wish to believe. Neural signals or unchannelled energy these thoughts seem to make me feel alive
What this spark of life I call me 'wants' I am not aware, yet I seek something hurling myself on a path I know not. I pray that I am guided by His Invisible hand and I pray that there is a purpose for my intellect says it is a waste without reason to carry on
Oh what a situation to be in. Some say the bird on the branch watching and bird on the branch eating are the functioning in the brain and some say the watching one is Atman and the moving Jiva
What does this have to do with my path I know not yet I carry on scratching my head a bit.
If this moment were all eternity and ther here and now encapsulates time then I the conscious entity am Shiva!!
Somewhere somehow something has gotten into my head for I associate Shiva with power and control.
I seek power and fame outside; ashtada siddhis on the inside;omniscience and omnipotence as my being. If so then I must be God. Tat Vam Asi say you.
Then why am I still who I am wretched and still a seeker?
What is this mind Oh Maha Maya? May You enlighten me
Asato Ma sat gamaya
Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya
Mrityor ma Amritam gamaya
Om Shanthi shanthi shanthihi
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Do we care for these Waves
These waves that rise and fall
Hissing constantly
Sometimes roaring
Soothing at some other
The froths that appear
Colouring the surface
For a few moments
Only to subside and die
Do we care for that wave
For it leaps out of the depths
The ocean pulls it under
While the wave tries to fly
Out into the sky and crashing hard
Only to become the ocean again
This life I call mine
Seems as much the same as this wave
Rising and screaming to live
To prove to achieve
Only to fall back hard
And aceept that it ends
Yet suppose the wave 'knows'
Suppose she 'realizes'
She is the power of the ocean
That as though rises
And as though falls
Thus making herself known
That she is alive and bursting with life
She the wave is the ocean itself
And becomes boundless
If only I can understand in the same way
I become He, nay
I am He
Om Tat Sat
Sunday, February 20, 2011
What one offers to me with devotion (bhakti), I will accept it. - Krishna, (Gita, 9:26; Bhagawatam).
What one offers to me with devotion (bhakti), I will accept it. - Krishna, (Gita, 9:26; Bhagawatam).
He accepted the skin of banana from Vidhura.
He accepted sand from yashodha.
He accepted one morsel of rise from Droupadi.
He accepted the Thulasi leaf from Rukmini.
...He accepted a handful of beaten-rice from Kuchela (Sudhama).
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Rajiv Ramaswamy He even accepted the curse of Gandhari!! and then granted the request of Kunti :)
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Erode Prabhakaran nice. actually this will be a good place to list these under this discussion.
He accepted the garland from Godha (kodai nachiyaar, AandaL).
He accepted the bitten frutis from Sabari (as Rama).
Lord God who accepts everything that is offered
He who holds dear those who offer
What do I offer Oh Lord
That remains which is not yours
I then offer the only thing I claim mine
I offer You these thoughts that emanate from this bosom
I offer this being which I say Me
May 'this' not ever be that You be not
Oh I blabber now, for I think of Thee
May I give You the thought that I think 'Me'
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Have you seen yourself today?
And get dissolved in He
He who dreams of me
Looks outwards into His dream
And looks at a face and thinks 'Me'
I am...
Om Tat Sat
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Dealing with Conflicts
Conflicts swing and swerve the mind. The result is that either the mind tends to melt, or it remains extremely rigid. Both are not auspicious. The right response will be to understand the conflicts and assimilate their impact. Allow the mind to look at the world for what it is, not for what it should be.
Let all persons, places and events strike the mind with their respective forces. Have love, and express it when the mind is moved by that sentiment. Feel sympathy, and express it too as much as you can, by words, actions and sacrifices. Help, if that is possible. Otherwise, express your helplessness. Even if such a confession is not verbally made, feelings to that effect should emerge from the mind.
Even under conflict, be sympathetic to the needs and sufferings of others. Try to mitigate others' pain to the extent you can. But realize your limitations and, within your own mind, come to a harmony with the situation.
Assess your personality with its worth and qualities. Do not negate or condemn any emotion or other human traits. Instead, understand them judiciously. Any emotion is a mental urge. Like breath, it has to express itself. Following it by words, physical actions or otherwise, do whatever you can, and stop the process at that. But do not allow the emotions to haunt or assault you. Assimilate the conflict. Be in harmony with it.
Body has its traits, the mind too. Let the intelligence understand and evaluate the situation comprehensively. It is like taking a boat across a river, which has its different levels, currents and waves. The boat has to go forward whatever the levels, currents and waves are.
The ability of the mind to host conflicts, and yet continue to perform the tasks ahead, to steer the complex life from stage to stage, situation to situation, is the real psychological stability, spiritual and religious strength, the most effective form of harmony.
What is greatness of mind? Is it merely to avoid unpleasantness and misfortune, and to have a smooth, unhindered course? Or is it the enrichment, expansion and depth, by virtue of which the mind is able to course through any difficult, unpleasant situation? To seek a life of mental and moral greatness and excellence is to have the readiness to welcome any kind of conflict.
In fact, conflicts are inherent in the very existence itself. To find conflicts is to be aware of the worldly varieties. To understand conflicts is the
first symptom of mind's growth and expansion. Then, to discover a greater and subtler harmony in assimilating them by rising to a higher level of emotion and wisdom, is the fruition of the human mind. At no time should a seeker or Knower of Truth feel that there is a situation, which he cannot contain and be in tune with!
Swami Bhoomananda Tirtha
Dream
Working like a common man
Sailing through its ups and downs
May I live like Maha Vishnu on Earth
Sreedevi by His side
When I reject the world one day
And walk the path of the renunciate
Dancing to the tunes of the heart
May I live like Lord Shiva in penance
Shakti seated by His side
Om Tat Sat
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Om Namo Narayanaya
Does it matter what name one calls Him
Does it matter what language holds good
Does it matter whether one is able to speak at all
Does it matter what position one holds
Does it matter whether one is dressed at all
Does it matter whether there is any thing
Other than total Love for Him from within
Every sound made speaks of Him
Every action resonates calling out for Him
Every origination of thought is directed to Him
Every second etches more of His Love to memory
Even time bears as an imagination
Offering itself into eternity for Him
Hence He is AUM sound itself
Call Him what you may
Act like however You please
He is manifest in all as Love
His is what the world is
In His mirth we live
May this life be directed to Him
May I drink of this cup of life
May this life be filled with Love
I see Him now
Om Tat Sat
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Love & Hate
That which is Loved is taken away
For that which is hated is but yourself
And that which is Loved is not other than You
So long as anything can be objectified
It is in a constant state of flux
This moment when All becomes but One
The whole play of Life Unfolds
And like wind playing and moving within space
The whole Universe moves within You
Shri Gurubhyon Namah
Harihi Om
Monday, January 31, 2011
Help!!
Help us pass through this storm
Created by our own faults
Our shortcomings and negligence
On that which is our bread
We bow before Thee for Your help
To make us yearn for Knowledge
To see through this misery
The light of a better tomorrow
A company of learned people
Yet groping in the dark
Our miserable scene
We ourselves have walked into
Help us see the light
Help us cross this time
Help us be ever prepared
To see through ignorance
And have energy to succeed
Help us oh Lord, You are all this
I am.... Sat Chit Ananda
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The purpose of existence
I read recently that the human brains potential is the cause for the human problems. We as a species have been searching for something and have always been unsatisfied no matter what we do and we keep pushing the limits to find a solution to the problem. So goes the rattle...
What the hell are we searching for...?
Happiness? Fame? Control? Overlordship? A bit of everything I guess ...
I have been trying to define what I wanted in life for almost 8 years now and I havent got anywhere... I am still doing what most people do.. live
Still there is something missing! Satisfaction..
I guess thats why I write all these nonsense here on the blog to see whether I have changed.. The more I write the more I am recoding the fact the satisfaction is missing...
The more I am delving into this subject of search the more I seem to be clear that the purpose of life is simple and I am only complicating it by trying to be someone else. ..
existence ... is common factor, consciousness is a common factor
but satisfaction, happiness, aananda?? is always there around but not with oneself... I guess then the search is only for aananda.
Some say follow your dream, I have been trying to figure out what it is and it seems to be non-existent. I feel that the whole world itself is my dream and I just want it to stop.
Atleast thats what I feel now.. If I were more successful or more someone else I dont know what I will feel, but what I know now is this.
The only place to turn now is inwards and figure out if this common factor consciousness and existence is what all is inside and then to evolve the ananda around as an extension of the sat and chit. I hope I am right...
Om Tat Savitr Varenyam
Bhargho Devasya Dhimahi
Dhiyo yonaf prachodayat
Om Tat Sat
Friday, January 21, 2011
Parents and children
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2011/01/21/on-a-mental-institution/comment-page-3/#comment-641170
Paulo Coelho
When I was young, my parents sent me to a mental institution three times ( 1966, 1967, 1968). The reasons in my medical files are banal. It was said that I was isolated, hostile and miserable at school. I was not crazy but I was rather just a 17-year-old who really wanted to become a writer. Because no one understood this, I was locked up for months and fed with tranquilizers. The therapy merely consisted of giving me electroshocks. I promised to myself that one day I would write about this experience, so young people will understand that we have to fight for our own dreams from a very early stage of our lives.
When I realeased “Veronika decides to die”, a book that was a metaphor of my experience in a lunatic asylum, the press started asking me if I forgave my parents. In fact, I did not need to forgive them, because I never blamed them for what happened. From their own point-of-view, they were trying to help me to get the discipline necessary to accomplish my deeds as an adult, and to forget the “dreams of a teenager” .
Khalil Gibran has an excellent text about parents and children:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Is there light within darkness? Should I...
To overcome this fear of longing
Should I turn myself into an ascetic
To overcome this constant yearning
Seek and Ye shall find
Has been told by the ancients
And I feel I have saturated my passion
To continue in this meaningless search
The outside seems to hold fewer answers
The results sought outside being temporary
The inside seems to be deep and dark
And inward I have never turned myself
Dip the intellect into this unknown well
Dark and deep is the silence within
Raising doubts on my own sanity
I have wantonly stayed away from delving ..
A time has come now today
Where words hold no meaning
Without my interpretions
And I know not whats mine
Without knowing whats deeper within
Where from this audacity
I know not
For I question whats been told
I know not
Whether these noises
Are Intution or my foolishness
Attributed to my past
I wont know for sure
Unless I seek inwards now
And mine these dark insides
For answers I have sought
To the eternal problem of life
I can see below a trace of light
At a distance I cannot judge
Something within me speaks again
That she is You who looked inside
I close my eyes and jump inside
Holding my breath
And all my thoughts
I pray I have taken the right steps
In this adventure for Immortal Life
I pray to Thee to direct me
I pray to Thee for Your Knowledge I seek
Your answer baffles me more than ever
For all I hear is I am Thee
Tat Tvam Asi
I jump...
Asato Ma Sat Gamaya
Tamaso Ma Jyotir Gamaya
Mrityor Ma Amritam Gamaya
Om Tat Sat
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Guruguha The teacher in the cave of my heart
He holds his spear high
His smile brilliant
His poise fearless
His eyes loving
And His hand outstretched to receive me
May You bless me Oh Lord
Muruga Shanmuga Gurupara
Vadivela You are called
Who knows what name pleases You
Yet I know my heart yearns for You
Son of God You are
May this brilliance of Yours
Burn this Identity away in You
May Your Love enhance every thought
Into its full nature of Love
And I shall merge in Thee
What more do I seek
This reminder in my mind persists
In between this yearning for You
What this is I am not sure
May you enlighten me Oh Lord
Asato ma Sat Gamaya
Tamaso ma Jyotir Gamaya
Mrityor ma Amritam Gamaya
Om Shanthi Shanthi Shanthihi
Om Tat Sat
Man of Knowledge - Teachings of Don Juan
Saturday, {Sunday?} 8 April 1962
In our conversations, don Juan consistently used or referred to the phrase “man of knowledge”, but never explained what he meant by it. I asked him about it.
“A man of knowledge is one who has followed truthfully the hardships of learning,” he said.
“A man who has, without rushing or without faltering, gone as far as he can in unravelling the secrets of power and knowledge.”
“Can anyone be a man of knowledge?”
“No, not anyone.”
“Then what must a man do to become a man of knowledge?”
“He must challenge and defeat his four natural enemies.”
“Will he be a man of knowledge after defeating these four enemies?”
“Yes. A man can call himself a man of knowledge only if he is capable of defeating all four of
them.”
“Then, can anybody who defeats these enemies be a man of knowledge?”
“Anybody who defeats them becomes a man of knowledge.”
“But are there any special requirements a man must fulfill before fighting with these
enemies?”
“No. Anyone can try to become a man of knowledge; very few men actually succeed, but that is only natural. The enemies a man encounters on the path of learning to become a man of knowledge are truly formidable; most men succumb to them.”
“What kind of enemies are they, don Juan?”
He refused to talk about the enemies. He said it would be a long time before the subject would make any sense to me. I tried to keep the topic alive and asked him if he thought I could become a man of knowledge. He said no man could possibly tell that for sure. But I insisted on knowing if there were any clues he could use to determine whether or not I had a chance of becoming a man of knowledge. He said it would depend on my battle against the four enemies—whether I could defeat them or would be defeated by them—but it was impossible to foretell the outcome of that fight.
I asked him if he could use witchcraft or divination to see the outcome of the battle. He flatly stated that the result of the struggle could not be foreseen by any means, because becoming a man of knowledge was a temporary thing. When I asked him to explain this point, he replied:
“To be a man of knowledge has no permanence. One is never a man of knowledge, not really. Rather, one becomes a man of knowledge for a very brief instant, after defeating the four natural enemies.”
“You must tell me, don Juan, what kind of enemies they are.”
He did not answer. I insisted again, but he dropped the subject and started to talk about something else.
Sunday, 15 April 1962
As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to ask him once more about the enemies of a man of knowledge. I argued that I could not return for some time, and it would be a good idea to write down what he had to say and then think about it while I was away.
He hesitated for a while, but then began to talk.
“When a man starts to learn, he is never clear about his objectives. His purpose is faulty; his intent is vague. He hopes for rewards that will never materialize, for he knows nothing of the hardships of learning.
“He slowly begins to learn—bit by bit at first, then in big chunks. And his thoughts soon clash. What he learns is never what he pictured, or imagined, and so he begins to be afraid.
Learning is never what one expects. Every step of learning is a new task, and the fear the man is experiencing begins to mount mercilessly, unyieldingly. His purpose becomes a battlefield.
“And thus he has tumbled upon the first of his natural enemies: Fear! A terrible enemy— treacherous, and difficult to overcome. It remains concealed et every turn of the way, prowling, waiting. And if the man, terrified in its presence, runs away, his enemy will have put an end to his quest.”
“What will happen to the man if he runs away in fear?”
“Nothing happens to him except that he will never learn. He will never become a man of knowledge. He will perhaps be a bully or a harmless, scared man; at any rate, he will be a defeated man. His first enemy will have put an end to his cravings.”
“And what can he do to overcome fear?”
“The answer is very simple. He must not run away. He must defy his fear, and in spite of it he must take the next step in learning, and the next, and the next. He must be fully afraid, and yet he must not stop. That is the rule! And a moment will come when his first enemy retreats. The man begins to feel sure of himself. His intent becomes stronger. Learning is no longer a terrifying task.
“When this joyful moment comes, the man can say without hesitation that he has defeated his first natural enemy.”
“Does it happen at once, don Juan, or little by little?”
“It happens little by little, and yet the fear is vanquished suddenly and fast.”
“But won’t the man be afraid again if something new happens to him?”
“No. Once a man has vanquished fear, he is free from it for the rest of his life because, instead of fear, he has acquired clarity—a clarity of mind which erases fear. By then a man knows his desires; he knows how to satisfy those desires. He can anticipate the new steps of learning, and a sharp clarity surrounds everything. The man feels that nothing is concealed.
“And thus he has encountered his second enemy: Clarity!
That clarity of mind, which is so hard to obtain, dispels fear, but also blinds.
“It forces the man never to doubt himself. It gives him the assurance he can do anything he pleases, for he sees clearly into everything. And he is courageous because he is clear, and he stops at nothing because he is clear. But all that is a mistake; it is like something incomplete.
If the man yields to this make-believe power, he has succumbed to his second enemy and will fumble with learning. He will rush when he should be patient, or he will be patient when he should rush. And he will fumble with learning until he winds up incapable of learning anything more.”
“What becomes of a man who is defeated in that way, don Juan? Does he die as a result?”
“No, he doesn’t die. His second enemy has just stopped him cold from trying to become a man of knowledge; instead, the man may turn into a buoyant warrior, or a clown. Yet the clarity for which he has paid so dearly will never change to darkness and fear again. He will be clear as long as he lives, but he will no longer learn, or yearn for, anything.”
“But what does he have to do to avoid being defeated?”
“He must do what he did with fear: he must defy his clarity and use it only to see, and wait patiently and measure carefully before taking new steps; he must think, above all, that his clarity is almost a mistake. And a moment will come when he will understand that his clarity was only a point before his eyes. And thus he will have overcome his second enemy, and will arrive at a position where nothing can harm him any more. This will not be a mistake. It will not be only a point before his eyes. It will be true power.
“He will know at this point that the power he has been pursuing for so long is finally his. He can do with it whatever he pleases. His ally is at his command. His wish is the rule. He sees all that is around him. But he has also come across his third enemy: Power!
“Power is the strongest of all enemies. And naturally the easiest thing to do is to give in; after all, the man is truly invincible. He commands; he begins by taking calculated risks, and ends in making rules, because he is a master.
“A man at this stage hardly notices his third enemy closing in on him. And suddenly, without knowing, he will certainly have lost the battle. His enemy will have turned him into a cruel, capricious man.”
“Will he lose his power?”
“No, he will never lose his clarity or his power.”
“What then will distinguish him from a man of knowledge?
“A man who is defeated by power dies without really knowing how to handle it. Power is only a burden upon his fate. Such a man has no command over himself, and cannot tell when or how to use his power.”
“Is the defeat by any of these enemies a final defeat?”
“Of course it is final. Once one of these enemies overpowers a man there is nothing he can do.”
“Is it possible, for instance, that the man who is defeated by power may see his error and mend his ways?”
“No. Once a man gives in he is through.”
“But what if he is temporarily blinded by power, and then refuses it?”
“That means his battle is still on. That means he is still trying to become a man of knowledge. A man is defeated only when he no longer tries, and abandons himself.”
“But then, don Juan, it is possible that a man may abandon himself to fear for years, but finally conquer it.”
“No, that is not true. If he gives in to fear he will never conquer it, because he will shy away from learning and never try again. But if he tries to learn for years in the midst of his fear, he will eventually conquer it because he will never have really abandoned himself to it.”
“How can he defeat his third enemy, don Juan?”
“He has to defy it, deliberately. He has to come to realize the power he has seemingly conquered is in reality never his. He must keep himself in line at all times, handling carefully and faithfully all that he has learned. If he can see that clarity and power, without his control over himself, are worse than mistakes, he will reach a point where everything is held in check.
He will know then when and how to use his power. And thus he will have defeated his third enemy.
“The man will he, by then, at the end of his journey of learning, and almost without warning he will come upon the last of his enemies: Old age! This enemy is the cruellest of all, the one he won’t be able to defeat completely, but only fight away.
“This is the time when a man has no more fears, no more impatient clarity of mind—a time when all his power is in check, but also the time when he has an unyielding desire to rest. If he gives in totally to his desire to lie down and forget, if he soothes himself in tiredness, he will have lost his last round, and his enemy will cut him down into a feeble old creature. His desire to retreat will overrule all his clarity, his power, and his knowledge.
“But if the man sloughs off his tiredness, and lives his fate through, he can then be called a man of knowledge, if only for the brief moment when he succeeds in fighting off his last, invincible enemy. That moment of clarity, power, and knowledge is enough.”
Friday, January 07, 2011
Dance with Kali
Threatening and frightening
Every cell in my being
With her tongue outstretched
Her eyes breathe fire
And I could sense her breath
Every step I try to take
Her swords thrusts deeper in my throat
The world around me spins
And with it my logic and reason
Seem to twist and turn into noise
And I slowly get the feeling of madness
Have I become greedy
Have I suddenly become numb
Am I a failure or a loser
To have succumbed to the fear within
Blood splashes around me
As my senses whirl without direction
Signals i feel move within
In a meaningless blizzard of confusion
I seek meaning of all this
I seek to clear the air
I seek peace and tranquility
And she tears my confidence away
Stripped of wealth and knowledge
She has brought me to Your feet
Oh Shiva You are the Tamer of Kali
Into Gauri she transforms with Your gaze
I seek Thee for peace
Within without and beyond
I seek to see Your dance Oh Shiva
Allow this Divine vision to me
She dances on You Oh Lord
Your dance is mightier than hers
May I witness Your dance
As Your holy feet I seek for peace
I know not what desire drives me
I know not what result I wish
To possess and enjoy her all
I have invited her wrath upon me
I know not what is right from wrong
I just know now of You
You the Divine dancer in me
You who churn the world as Kali
Tavmeva mata cha Pita Tavameva
Tvameva bandhuscha saka Tvameva
Tvameva vidya dravinam Tvameva
Tvameva sarvam mama Deva Deva
May You manifest in Me
Om Shanthi Shanthi Shanthihi
Om Tat Sat
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Prayer
I seem to bleed my life
Of its juice to live
As the search moves from physical
To the mental plane
And to the nooks of memory
The dirt from within has started
To expose itself
To manifest in forms and shape
Tangible yet without invoking fear
Should I accept fate for what it is
Or should i fight this head on
Will a logical decison be termed evasive
Or should i foolishly carry on the fight
My soul searching and greed fulfulling
Has stopped being parallel anymore
Each overlap the other
So it seems
I am now a man without direction
As i hang in limbo
Out of place out of sight
Killing my own life
Yet still thirsty for more
Oh Lord I pray to Thee
Show me the way
For I have reached my wits end
This confusion has stopped me from functioning
May I be blessed to know and accept what I cannot change and not waste my time and energy on it
May I be able to recognize what I must change and invest my all into that which deserves change therby making the world a better place
May I know the difference between what I cannot change and what I can so that I may seek help and gain strength to achieve what is necessary of me to fulfill
I know not now what deserves my effort for I have been blessed by Thee to act for You to enjoy for You and reap for Your mirth
Thee I am Oh Lord I am but Thee in Your maze called life
Show me the way
Om Tat Sat
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Dawn
With the morning sun
Comes these thoughts
Waking into a world unknown
Yet with a lot of expectations
The sun brings cheer into the heart
Brightening the skies and the clouds
The known from the unknown
Yet there is a fear in the mind
The waters shine in the suns reflection
Mirroring the beautiful sky with it
In these waters life resumes
Expectant of the future
The wind kisses the waters
Pushing and shoving in places
The light breeze moving around
As though breathing around the waters
The winds push the fire blazing bright
From the pyres of yesteryears death
Feeding the fire with its freshness
Alive the flames lick the sky
I who am this witness
Watch in sorrow as my past dies
In the flames of knowledge
As this new reference dawns in me
Hopes there are in its millions
But they recede in respect to the elements
That flame the desires of life
In a mind tormented by fate
These thoughts that dawn today
In the flames of hope and fear
I wrought in me the faith
To live this life and endear
May this year bring peace
May there be love in all eyes
May there be success in all endeavours
May the fruits thereof be enjoyed