Emotions

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The urge to do is as much an instinct as it could be will. Most often instinct overpowers will and then who takes over to justify the action as well. A small physical pleasure or wasted time or a huge blunder could be avoided by presence of mind if it can differentiate between instinct and will. If there is a hesitation it is probably 2 different opposed signals one pushing the urge into action and the other figuring out if it should actually act... Sadly the difference between inertia and will also takes the same course. How would we remain with clarity and choose Pray that the mind have its clarity and the moment the Divine blessing to guide in deciding Blah

Children don't remember all that happens in childhood but only those specific ones that make impact. When they look back tomorrow they need to recall that they were loved. That their parents were just humans hence fallible. That they too were learning just like them faltering in a huge world as grown up children. They need to remember that they were corrected with an intention to live truthfully, righteously and wisely though they themselves were trying to be so and expected the children to learn from their (parents) experience.

The purpose of life is whatever you want it to be It is not worth discussing whether or not a certain life was purposeful unless there is a certain specific reason to while away time and in the process not be certain why one should consider the purpose of life of some other person when we are not certain of our own imagined purpose If any life form is born, lives, copulates, has offspring, dies that life was purposeful for life itself to continue unhindered... :) Om

Words are magical. Just sounds that we use to communicate with other beings. Words of any language are magical. The meaning of words convey certain instructions to act or think. However when used to convey a thought, an idea, raise awareness, or express emotion what words can do has an impact im measurable and unseen. If we could not convey dreams through words or images could we have built the civilization that we inhabit?

Do we continue resentment for it engages the ego Resentment fills the mind and prevents creativity Resentment blocks progress Replace resentment with acceptance Engage the mind with open ended questions to allow fresh thoughts and ideas Bless situations with desire Desire is a blessing Desire is a Shakthi - Iccha Shakthi Replace firefighting of problems with love and allow for goodness and human spirit to prevail

While plant my lips on your forehead I realize not only my limitations But the millions of souls like mine Longing for His embrace I kiss Thee Oh Child Praying that All His children Feel His embrace In love, In understanding That He is All And All are just He The suffering, the hurt The pain, The evil All that too are Thee May This kiss last long May This kiss dissolve the hate And may we all sleep as children Cradled in Mother's Arms.. I am.. Om Tat Sat Akhilandeshwari https://youtu.be/5mzBduTRqCY

Fool I have been. Make me mad now in Your Love Oh Lord... Foolishly I searched meaning on walls and dolls, shapes and symbols, I imagined a directionless quest for You who are everywhere everything and timeless. I foolishly imagined life without You in my ignorance. I urge You to cleanse my mind filling words of Your Divine essence. Now I am mad... No longer any quest will quench this thirst. These bones are Thy temples pillars. Life itself is the foundation. This body is Thy Temple and You who reside within am I in all Your glory... These thoughts unqualified are the offerings I place on Thy Divine Form in a permanent flow until Your timeless essence bestows an iota of Infinite Consciousness.I the foolish One shall stand outside this temple with a begging bowl holding on to the bits thrown at me by the passing scenes of imagination. May this thought be blessed by The Divine Love. May I live with You in the Sanctum Sanctorum as Me in You.... May I only rest in this Guha.... Om Tat Sat ...

I know not the names of Thy places, I don't seem to care for the dates and facts, I seem to be disconnected with the directions, time and people other than Thy name on these lips. No image quenches this thirst. No structure feel adequate or safe. No history is meaningful now for You seem to have taken over my all... Lost am I in Your thoughts, I know not why I exist when You are the One and All while I am just a whimsical thought... Lost am I in Your essence or so I think in madness ..You make me lose my senses .. pray You efface this notion of I.... Sivoham Sivoham ...Om Tat Sat

In a corner I twitch to see You, radiant and blissful in stone, a huge effort by a blessed soul a tiny representation of You as my Mother. Pariah am I for I can't see Your form, a cheek a bust or a glimpse of Thine holy feet ... lost am I in my fate for I hear the bells ring and imagine the flames revealing Thy face.. Show me grace for I yearn Thy glance, Show me Love by looking to this side. I am but Thy servant ignorant and lost, I need Thy form to cross this path. Fill my being with Thy thoughts. Pray show me grace and look my way. Om Tat Sat

What game are You playing with this mad one. Showing yourself as a beggar with a bowl. You take change and offer me Your prasad. Neither is my thought pure and my offering just but as You offer me Your blessing;greedy as I am I take my fill and still complain that You don't show me the way. Stop this game..I am but an another thought to You thrown out like the old bilwa leaf on Your being.... Where am I going now Oh Rudra... what is the next game for You now

As I move farther from you Divine Mother I know not if I am blessed for having your vision or cursed for having to move away from your being... mad am I for You are within and yearn for You elsewhere... pray may I receive Your blessings for my thoughts are yet immature to understand them... My Mother show me the way

You cloud over my thoughts You are like the dark rain bearing clouds Do You cover the sun Or do You simply pass over the sky blocking my view Maybe You are the thief who blocks my'vision' That imagination where suddenly recognize You in my being As thoughts As words and deeds As an imagination in Thine dream And suddenly You hover over As the Seven so called dangers Kaama Krodha Lobha Moha Mada and Matsarya No more shall I dread these For these are You As the rain bearing clouds Pouring Your Love on the farmers who sow for wellbeing And Your wrath on us city dwellers who breed greed No more shall dwell on why I dwell over the origins of these thoughts You fill my being You cloud my thoughts You enliven this imagination i consider me Oh Keshava! You are my thoughts You are me Om Tat Sat

A bad workman blames his tools How foolish have I been I've been blessed with the most sophisticated tool Magical and most powerful Yet not knowing what if is I have taken it to be me I took it not to be me I blamed it for all unpleasant situations And held it as the reason for all the gaps between reality Oh Mind Thou Art Divine The whole world I perceive is because of You You are Shakti You are Her blessing You are filled with Love My ignorance perceives Her Love As desire, anger, hurt, pride, lust,greed For I don't see Her in Your functioning You are a Kavacha (armour),Her blessing And not my curse You are Swarga where Indra resides All the Devas functions in You May You lead me to Him May Her Love Blossom into my Destiny May I fill Your activity with Her Thoughts You are Aananda Om Tat Sat

I admit I am Your imagination Then why? Why create a being on You're own Am I willfully here by You Or am I part of Your un-willful dream What do I do now Whom to I talk to but You In all these names and forms Whom do I teach You who is in all these conscious beings Whom do I work when all that is is You Even if I playfully participate I am but You playing with You Working with You Crying with You Then why? Why this separate entity to plead Why this imagined being in You Who knows not whether to enjoy our suffer Knows not what to enjoy what to avoid Gets beaten by its own action Does this even exist If so why this temporary separation Why Oh Lord I admit I know not anything Any wilful lesson is also in ignorance I admit my ego plays truant Show me why should this separation linger Time itself is You and it pains me to know that separation could last an eternity Oh Mother why? Show me the way to end this separation if it is to work by my actio...

I search for You in all places But this mind I have For I fail to accept that You are All I search for You in things and books While I don't see You in these thoughts I search for You in the past I imagine You in stories I yearn for You in presence I long for Your loving embrace While all the Time You are All I search for That means ;now , which would unclog this mind That which would reveal You, here and now, as I I pray I search for You no more I pray You fill my thoughts I pray my thoughts be strung with Your Divinity I pray my existence is no more even thought of as other than Your grace May I search no more I pray.. Om Tat Sat

I realize now.. I know not what's right or wrong I hold not thoughts I can call my own I am unsure whether the notion of I that I hold is something meaningful Imagination itself seems to be just a tool just to make sense of what's happening I know not even if Truth that I believe is meaningful I submit myself to Thee Thee who is this world I perceive Thee who is of different names and forms Thee who is all that is was and will be Thee which perceives as I and You; We and They You are perception itself It is You who perceives as I this, i submit i know not even if i make sense anymore For i am Thy instrument i am... Om Tat Sat 

Man ... I've always been told that man is superior to the animal ..The sixth sense makes this species different ...intelligence that does not just follow a pattern... no certain design that fit into a mould The urge to conquer nature is a noble task and man is on top of the food chain Maaya - Illusion A concept that is also from the same region I was taught the above If I were born in a different region I would have had to acquire that information rather than be taught or told along with education What a concept ...that all you see and do is just imaginary ..that every'thing thought of to be permanent isn't and there is a Truth that isn't illusion and the superiority of this species -Man is because he is capable of understanding this concept Rather than conquer nature due to intellectual superiority ,  an Illusion makes One more vigilant as there is no need to conquer ..just Co exist as One is part of the whole or the whole or the being that imagines the Wh...

The awareness of life is a fleeting thought One that comes as a clarity in silence And hides behind the blur of mind noise immediately on the realization that i am life The noise continues and imagination takes control and the locus of life moves into memory and the i becomes me My memory takes control and i lose out into a series of wants until the wants ...now un fulfilled ... The thoughts tired ...and the memory of hurt ...sets in to take the mind noise go into a grinding halt and back to silence This time it is the silence of the mind due to tired ness and not one of realization ...