I - The Infinite of form

The music plays in my head
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

Life

Paulo: A life without a cause is a life without an effect

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!

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

To dance like Nataraja

I witness Thee in dance
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

Lord Nataraja's face

I see You Lord
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

Krishna's slave

Slave am I Oh Krishna
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

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

From Paulo Coelho's Blog

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 )

Celtic Prayer

From Paulo Coelho's Blog

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.

Happiness without reason

Am I so used to the concept of logic
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

My mind Thy instrument

I shiver to see into my mind
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