Sunday, April 17, 2011

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

Saturday, April 16, 2011

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

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

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 )

Friday, April 08, 2011

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.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

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

Saturday, April 02, 2011

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

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Love... finally

Its been a long time
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 is heaven and hell
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

Much has been done
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

Days pass on into nights
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

There is a quest for power
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..

The mind whispers continously from dawn to dusk. What is this mind, I question. A tool ... A tool just like a spanner, a computer or even maybe a vehicle.

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).

Erode Prabhakaran
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?

I gaze inwards to see
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

As long as I live in the world
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 how He is called
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 hated keeps coming at you
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!!

Oh Lord! Help us see the Truth
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...

Should I throw myself into the battlefield
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

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

She whirls around me
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

As I search for answers within
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

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Mind

The flowers wither when its time
The sun disappears in the horizon
People known bid goodbye
Objects held dearly deteriorate

What then sustains
This thing called life
A burden to carry
Alive yet dying

The questions pour forth
Creating a turbulence in my mind
Disturbed I faint and accept madness
Overcome by these torrent of thoughts

Suddenly the flowers bloom within
As the spirit brightens the mind
People populate with love
And play with the objects that arise

Ye mind! You are a wonder
Constantly changing and playful
Your games I see now
Wonderstruck I bow down and pray

May this realization last forever
Asato ma sat gamaya
Tamaso ma jyotir gamaya
Mrtyor ma amritam gamaya

Om Shanthi Shanthi Shanthihi

Friday, September 17, 2010

Invoking the Universe

Live in the world! Seems such a paradox as my only aspiration so far in this life has been to leave this world and go to a better place.

Live in this moment! Well, as always I have wanted a better moment with conditions of my choice around me.

These 2 statements I have always heard but have not given enough heed. Maybe this is the time this is the place. And this is the happiness knowing fully well that this is my potential. I am limited in all ways. I am not perfect. I am not good.

I also understand then that there is something that is. And that is the Universe. Continuously living, breathing and taking all the beatings(in my frail understanding) the Universe is what it is with me in it. And I am a part of that Universe whether I like it or not.

SO how could I be imperfect if I am part of this Universe. Something then is wrong with my understanding as I am a part of this beautiful Universe.

I Invoke Thee mighty Universe, show me the role I play as a part of You. I submit myself to the will of the Universe. I chose not this birth, this body, this life. I have mechanically become who I am today.

Here and now I actively seek Your support, Thy will, They grand plan. Birth or Death hold no meaning to me. As I am a part of this Grand being I call Universe. I am but a reflection of the past of this body. In my ignorance I have thought me to be different than Thee. I am Thee. I submit myself to Thee.

I invoke Thee in me to guide, to teach, to partner, to live, Thy grand plan.

Un vazhi en vazhi

Om Tat Sat

Monday, August 16, 2010

Ram in trouble

Suddenly in a flash I realized that I have been looking at Rama and Krishna as super Gods. With astras and divine powers they could surmount all challenges and be the Gods that they always were ... But this is a latter view. Our Ramayana and Mahabharatha are called Itihaasa - As They Happened and the little I know about these voluminous books was that neither book look at these personalities as Gods ...

Rama was pushed away from His throne to lose His wife and roam around for Her. Close to death several times He overcame His troubles ... Even at the instance of His fight with Raavan He is over come with doubt as to killing Raavan and has to be taught by Sage Agastya to focus on His energies for the fight.

Even before going with Vishwamitra Rama had to be coached by Sage Vasishta on the principles of Truth to dispel the self doubt of Ram.

Krishna on the other hand though aware of the Truth did not have a cake walk. He was constanlty on the run in His childhood and had to fight hard from that age in Vrindaavan, in Dwaraka and even with his relatives.

This sudden realization was the fact that in these characters I had laid so much of faith and deified belief that I had somehow held back on so many ventures in self doubt that its not possible at this age and time. Yet everyday we come across so many success stories of men and women who have withstood great inhuman difficulties to be recogonized as leaders in society.

Though I had been brought up being told that the movies are not true somewhere in the back the mind there is an intense longing to be perfect ... Be superb .. Be able to do those magical things that are stuff on the screen. Yet the fact that failure is also a part of life seem to be missed out in most narratives.

This has had a constant frustration in the mind as how to overcome this notion of failure ... I have always considered failure in a sense of doom though knowing fully the phrase 'Pillars of success'.

This sudden realization that its ok to fail ... Its ok to take a beating for a bad decision, its ok to feel the pinch, the heat of an unexpected turn brings about such a relief. What seems to matter most is to feel reselient, to hang inside to the dreams and work tirelessly to realize the possibilties that the failure has taught.

Subroto Bhagchi explains in his book 'Go kiss the world' that success is more getting out of the comfort zones that we have created around ourselves. I have been deifying my Ram and Krishna to the extent that I always have been asking 'Why me' rather than look at the reselience and decision making of these two men in their times. They are Gods for they persisted .... That was their Tapas

What a relief .... Thank You Mr. Bhachi

Go kiss the world

Saturday, August 14, 2010

In search ...

Fool am I to search for You
You who I thought were outside
In the temples in the places holy
In places of worship

Fool am I to think I can..
I can.. I could .. What illusion
How can I.. Where can I
Oh what a joke I have been

Slowly but steadily oh Lord
Slowly in my reference slowly
You have draged this fool
All the way to Yourself

Oh Lord my world has withdrawn
My thoughts have withdrawn
My foolishness so far has become apparent
Oh Lord I am mad in Your Love

Oh Lord You have been my father
My Mother My brother sister My All
Oh Lord You have been me
All along Oh Lord You have been me

Your Love Oh Bhagavan has withstood
This foolishness of mine
As I wretchedly searched for You
In the gutters of my senses

Oh Lord You have made me withdraw.
In Your presemce I dwell now
Your Light now ebbs out of every pore
Of my being, a mad obssessed lowly lover of Thine

Oh Lord Your presence is now clear to me
Your beauty today flows through my mind
Constantly questioning my habits
Calling them to merge in Thee

You now flow through these veins these nerves
As they jump in Thy awareness unable to take Thy grace

Oh Lord how do I explain this
Why do I even write this
Oh Lord show me Oh Lord
I can only with Thy grace

I can I can only with Thee
Only with Thee

Thee I see now in thoughts words sounds
Thee in sights colours shapes forms movements
Thee in logic ideas understanding
Oh Lord Thee I seek in me

Time is true, only to memory and desires
When these are but Thy grace in my understanding
I, just a reflection of Thy thoughts
In this conscioussness that Thy are

Oh what fool am I, now
Trying to explain Thee in words, that are Thee
Let me Oh Lord merge
This I seek for I am just my own illusion in Thee

Om Om Om I am Thee

Monday, August 09, 2010

Your Real Dimension


Swami Bhoomananda Tirtha

Aakaashaval-lepavidooragoham aadityavad-bhaasya-vilakshanoham .

Ahaaryavan-nitya-vinishchaloham ambhodivat paara-vivarjitoham ..

(From Adi Sankara's Vivekachoodamani)

"Like space, I can never be tainted by anything. Like sun (which reveals all objects but is revealed by its own brilliance), I am distinct from the things illumined (I shine in my own luster). Like mountain, I am ever unshakable. Like the ocean, I am unbounded."

THIS IS YOUR DIMENSION! The other dimensions are those of your body which your mother delivered. The body is yours, it is not you! With this Soul-dimension, you can sink, sink and sink – into the unfathomable depth within, or you can expand, expand and expand – encountering, receiving, assimilating and outliving anything coming from the wide world. All external inputs, in the form of interactions with places, persons or situations, will bring nourishment for growth of your mind and intelligence.

This is a comprehensive path of progress, an evergreen path of enrichment. And when your are satisfied with your growth, refinement and enrichment, when you feel fulfilled, sit wherever you are, and sing in tune with Adi Sankara –

Aakaashaval-lepavidooragoham aadityavad-bhaasya-vilakshanoham .

Ahaaryavan-nitya-vinishchaloham ambhodivat paara-vivarjitoham ..

Sunday, August 08, 2010

Radha Kalyanam

Oh Krishna I call you so
Pleading and yearning
You have no heed
You behave as though You dont care

Who do You think You are
Where do You think You can escape
Just like a theif who cannot escape his Dharma
You cannot escape my Love

Oh Krishna how long can You hide
How long can You run
How long can this go on
Oh deceiver Krishna

When my parents (Guru)
Meet You asking for Thy hand
How will You hide Oh Lover
Where will You hide

This Love of mine a moral
And human Love for Thee
I can show... for my ignorance
Matches that of a stone

Nay I dont deserve Thee
For my mind is not Yours yet
As I stray on the roads
Only to seek Thee in difficulty

Oh Lord Thy agreement with
My parents so Divine
I hold so precious
For You wait for me

For me to finish my desires
Roaming in Thy maze of Love games
Oh Lord is it time now
I ask... You smile and stay so serene

Thy presence so soothing I feel
I ask for Thee to marry me
You stay silent Oh Lord
Fool am I to ask Thee
For You have already agreed

In my mind I have thought
So many thoughts in my greed
You have always blessed me with what I need
In Your Love You show my path

Now the time has come
My Love in bloom
No thought of the other
For all has blurred into You

I see Thy Vishwaroopam
In me as You
Oh Lord my lover
I have merged in Thee

A reflection a shadow
In my ignorance
I have sought separateness in Thee
Oh Love Thee I am..
Thee I am...

Haa Vu Haa Vu Haa Vu

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Krishna stealing butter

Now i know why
You are called the thief
Oh Deceiver of hearts
Lovely face of Thine I behold

Oh Krishna, like a child
You steal the butter
The result of a days toil
For Your enjoyment and mirth

Divine Lover You are
Stealing and laughing
From far away with Love
As we search for the butter of toil

We fail to see Thee in action
In every effort of ours
And hold the result to our hearts
To forget Thy grace in our results

Your loving grace we see
When You lovingly steal away
What we thought was ours
Only to prove that All are Yours

Thy praise I cant sing
For You stole my tongue
My words my thoughts
Even my Will is Yours

Yet Your action seem to me
That You have stolen what belongs to me
Knowing full well that
All belong to You

May Your Love ever last
May Your grace ever shower
Oh Lover Keshava Madhava
Govinda I proclaim

For whenever I say Your name
More and more of what I believed was mine
Seem to be Yours and in place of my greed
I see now Your Love and I enjoy Thy grace

I pray Oh Lord that in these actions
I carry out dedicating to Your Love
May Dharma Your Love prevail
May actions be carried to completion with Your Love

I seek Thee for I love Thee
More and more You reveal Thy actions
In my life, the more I begin to give
And to give I can only drop my greed

For Love is Yours, the world Yours
These thoughts Yours, these results Yours
These failures of mine appear to me for
I cling to my greed for these results

I pray Thee to show me Thy grace
For I do these actions dedicated to Thee
Else what should I do, that You Will me?
Pray show me the path to follow

Oh Madhusudhana! Do I cry for what You stole
Or for You who stole me and left confused
May You blossom in my heart
May You manifest in my actions

May You merge me in Thee
Om Tat Sat

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Dancing with Krishna


Holding on to His arms
Pressing His shoulders on mine
Locked in His hold
Forgetting everything else

I indulge in this passion
In His presence I dwell
Thinking only of His breath on mine
Warm and powerful, I lose control

Whirling in His arms
Stepping to the sounds of drums
Arms around Him I lose sense of direction
As the world loses its grip on us

In a lovers embrace I shamefully hold Him
In a world that recognizes lust as Love
I only want for His safety, a babe
His appearance as a babe in my arms, Krishna

Oh what joy, this dance brings
Where thoughts merge into an intense longing
To only feel His presence and nothing else
Where He dominates in His Love and I a mad lover

Will this end I think and there disappears the Love
And in its place a world appears with thoughts
That spills over with greed and want for things
And there I lose His grip to fall with a painful force

Oh Krishna, may I pray for Your embrace again
May I be in Thy presence that even Lovers shy away
As I shamelessly clutch to Your being passionately
As a longing lover would her partner after parting for long

Drunk in the memory of this ecstasy
My senses whirl in longing for Your body
That hold the Lotus of Love in Your arms
And Your lips that smile like blossomed roses

Oh for that kiss of Yours I long O Krishna
That smile of Yours with eyes open wide
Taking control of this mad fool
And making me forget of my greedy wants

Whirl me in Your Love dear Lord,
Oh dreamer, Oh Lover; bewitcher of hearts
May I merge with You as Radha,
May I be married to Your Bliss

Where is Heaven my darling
Where is there a moment in Joy
That does not carry Your thought
That does not hold Your presence in it

Time my Lord seems to me to kill me slowly
But when Your memory overcomes
Time seems to wrap me in its arms
And embraces me into a dance of Joy

As visions of You with Your lovers
appear to soothe my mind
As I undress my mind from its wants
And embrace Your body in Love

Your memory is like the kiss of a Lover
Your arms reaching over my being
Your thoughts making this misery disappear
Oh Krishna Oh Lover Oh Giver of Joy

As I whirl in the delusional Joy
Time seems to stand still
Holding me in Her arms
Like a mother would her babe

Oh Krishna You are Time,
You are Kaala, death Giver
May I die in Your arms Oh Lord
And be born in Your arms

Only to sing and dance forever
Whirling and whirling in Joy
Arms holding each other with Your Lovers
Let there be nothing but Your embrace

Oh Krishna, I long for You
I die for Your presence
Oh Lord, let this end
This misery of Your absence

Oh Keshava, Oh Madhava
May I merge in Your Love

Om Tat Sat

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Strange that it seems to me
To judge a moment a person
A thought, a word
with no knowledge of what it means

Strange it seems that I think
I know a lot of things
yet in reality I know nothing
To judge anything, anyone

Strange it seems that I dont
Think twice before the thought emerges
from somewhere inside, deep within
Where words originate as though I authored them

Strange it seems that I keep saying
I, strange on what basis do I say I
who am just a bunch of memories
A feeble electric pulse in a network of dirt

Strange, yet I see the beauty in flowers
The strike of a note in a guitar
The beat of a drum in rhythm
The joy in the synchrony of instruments

Oh for that moment I stop judging
I just am ... suspended in joy
An acceptance par explanation
Words fail and I return

And try to judge it
And I can only exclaim
What an experience!
I just cant judge

'cause I cant hold it,
I can't control it
I can't possibly say how it will go on
I just accept it as it is!

Strange, cause I fail
And I just accept it as it is!

Music .. saves me from madness!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Hope

Moments of sorrow these
Moments where every possibility seems impossible
Moments that hold me in the grip of fear
These moments my own creation of greed

Have I done so wrong
Have I let my people down
Have I taken the wrong path
I have never thought this far

These thoughts now seem to hide
Not even do they come out to engage
Where from these thoughts came from
I have always wanted to figure

Now these thoughts are held
In a potential known as terror
In a suspended state of lack
For every chance seems to be unknown

I have never been in such a state
Of indecision .. of fear
The unknown is not death
The unknown is not pain

This is the fear where words fail
Where promises made falter
Where effort falls into waste
Where plans lead to failure

Yet, there is a voice inside
which says in whisper... wait
And I hope against all odds
That this voice is right

This voice is true, not my imagination
I have nothing else to cling to
As the world around me falls
Into a futureless pit of loss

I hope. I wait
I resign into this helpless around me
I accept that there are bigger things at work
A world about which everyone has written poems about

A world full of holes and danger
And the only things that tides over is Hope
An emotion that promises that life goes on
A prayer that the bigger things would listen

Help! I seek Thee, for my efforts are useless
My plans are but writings in water
That fade away with Time
That brings no good

Those who have hoped for You Love
They.. .their actions have stood through time
For their actions were scripted by Thee
And etched in the heart of life

For they were Thy plans
their actions was an expression of Thy Will
yet I thought foolish me I could
I could do what they couldnt

For they were You
They were Your thoughts
they were Thy energy
They were Thee

Krishna! Show me the way
Let me dissolve in Thee
Let there be traces of me
To praise Thee in Thought word and action

For This brings me Joy
Show me Love
Oh Krishna! Oh Divine Lover
All that is left in Me is HOPE!

Show me the way Oh Lord
Om Tat Sat

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

ICQ

Suddenly I see you today in a flash
Shanka Chakra Gada and Lotus in hand
Glowing brighter than a thousand suns
And all I can make out is Your Divine Smile

Let there be words and words that come to me
That praise You Oh Luminous One
Let there be thoughts and feeling that emanate
The Joy out of which I remember You

Let there be You in all I can do and get
That bring out the devotion to You
Let there be shamelessness in my praise to You
Oh beautiful One as I feel the Love grow inside

Your Love envelops all this, has and what shall be
Your presence substantiates rather makes existant
All that has been and shall be
Yet I have not seen You caressingly holding me and showing the way

Your Love oh Lord has cleared this mud pool
Bringing out the Love that shaines from within
As a reflection in a muddied water body
Only to close in again due to the habits I have developed

Oh Lord I seek Thee in the thoughts I think
In the words I say In the actsI do
And results I yearn, The feelings that
Bring me joy or sorrow is You Dear Krishna

My entire being is You
Nay I am but a reflection I am but You
Your game for Your sport
Oh Love show me the way to Love

I Love You

Om Tat Sat

Monday, May 31, 2010

Shivam Shivam Sarvam Shivam!

I long for that day I sing your praise
I wait for those few moments of exertion
I long for those minutes of ecstacy
Singing out your name amidst your devotees

Oh Lord Your name gives so much joy
My twisted mind just stops and cries
When I hear Your name Oh Lord
Yet I know I am so lowly to reach You

Is there any pleasure Oh Lord that
Brings out the pinnacle of emotions
Is there a word Oh Lord
That breaks free the shackled thoughts of Love

Oh Lord thy name is That I think
As I long again and again to sing of
Yet I neither have the voice nor the knowledge
Of singing Your praise Oh Shiva

Thy feet They tap the rhythms with Thy gait
Thy anklets the snakes hiss in ecstacy
Thy dumuru They evoke life from slumbering ignorance
Thy primordial fire burns up the lust and thoughts of Thy devotess

I seek Thee for freedom
I seek Thee for Joy
I plead Thy name shamelessly
Oh Lover Oh Destroyer of ALL

Sarvam Shivamayam Jagat
Isha vasyam Idam Sarvam

As You burn Me
I become Thee

Aham Brahmasmi... Om Tat Sat

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Let there be Love!

The gap between You and i does not exist. It is but a notion of distance as distance is space and space - Akasha is You. This notion is but a lack of understanding. There is a notional faith in You. Faith is there when You and i are different. When space is You, then Sarvam - All is You. Distance is You, hence there is NO distance. What is far is near as Akasha is You. Hence where is the question of Faith. There MUST be ONLY LOVE. It is only possible to see SARVAM as LOVE. When distance - Akasha - Space is but ONE where is the OTHER. There is nothing else to compare with; nothing else with which to be judged; nothing but one infinite presence conscious of nothing but itself...Sat- Chit- Ananda

Show me LOVE. Let this ONENESS seep into every pore of my being that this notional difference disappear. Let me realize and BE the TRUTH THAT i seek.

That which I seek cannot be other than me as I cannot be OTHER than Thee. There cannot be infinity minus me. I am THEE - Aham Brahmasmi.... Let there be LOVE!

Om Tat Sat

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Measuring myself by that standard I must exclaim with Surdas :


Measuring myself by that standard I must exclaim with Surdas :
Where is there a wretch
So wicked and loathsome as I ?
I have forsaken my Maker,
So faithless have I been.

For it is an unbroken torture to me that I am still so far from Him, who, as I fully know, governs every breath of my life, and whose offspring I am. I know that it is the evil passions within that keep me so far from Him, and yet I cannot get away from them.

The Story of My Experiments with Truth

M. K. Gandhi

The Ashram, Sabarmati, Ahmedabad.

26th November, 1925



Monday, May 10, 2010

Fire - Touch of Love

Is there something called Love
That is separate from who we are
Is there moments that are seen
Where we disconnect with Love
Has there been any occasion
Where Love turned her eyes away

In every instance, in every act
There can be no event
Without the Touch of Love
Every act that has, Is and shall be
Is filled with Love to the brim
That, one gets immersed in the act
Only to realize later that Love was around
Only held back by our greed
Only strained by thoughts of lust
Only touched by the sin of ignorance
And Love strikes back as tears
As a force unparalleled
Unchageable and unique
Only realized when thoughts withdraw into who we are..

Never can there be a moment
,An act that lies unconnected to Love
As Love is He, Love Is who we are..

Om Tat Sat

Saturday, May 01, 2010

I am..

As the mind expands towards the Infinite including everything good, bad, tall, short, clean, unclean, big and small, there envelops a peace so serene that Divinity manifests in every thought.

Purnatvam - Fulness takes shape as a concept - first and subsequently a meaning and finally as reality. This all inclusiveness brings about an acceptance of all that was, is and shall be. Time, space and matter resolves into the here and now as the percieved. The entire Universe appears as a projection on the screen of consciousness. Like a dream the Universe merges with the Infinite on the realization of Onself as Awareness. Eternal peace is all that remains. Purnatvam I am ..

Om Tat Sat

Thoughts

Thoughts are the best creators in humanity. Matter and energy are insentient. Thoughts, the flame of sentience, are far above both. They have the power to live through generations and still be vibrant and overwhelming.

Swamiji - Narayanashrama Tapovanam

Friday, April 30, 2010

As Radha to Krishna

His glance, His gait,
His control His poise
His deeds, His play
His Love His Grace

Evokes in me this desire
To hold on and praise
His power over me
And His Divine embrace

I am aware of You around me
Your enveloping presence around this body
This ever brilliant experience I forget
And dwell in the finite fleeting moments

Thy playfullness I seldom see
And complain on fate and past deeds
Forgetting to notice Thy Loving sport
I recogonize not Thy presence in those

My love for Thee is divided
Part spiritual, part for greed
Pray, these thoughts other than Thee
Make them melt in Your loving heat

Oh Lover, shower me Thy grace
Let me be ever aware of Thy embrace

Radhe Krishna Gopalakrishna
Radhe Krishna Gopalakrishna

Om Tat Sat

The Divine Dance

As He dances eternally
Spiralling time and matter
His matted locks spinning
Catching up ...
His Divine dance breathtaking
Fire blazing on His sides
Snakes whirling around his frame
Shiva! Oh Divine Father
Without You even Om loses its meaning
Pray dont stop
Dont stop this Vision
Your dances is this life
Let there be nothing else
Let there be Love
Let there be Peace
The Earth, She spins
This Sun, He spins
This Universe spins
All, Sarvam ...spins
As you spin Oh Lord
All this is an extension of Your dance
There is no sound
There is no life
But for Your Dance
Oh Lord Nataraja
Om Shanthih Shathih Shanthihi

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Dream - Continued

Why did I forget to dream? Still why this lamentation. Klybhyam ma sma gamah Partha. Where from this eunuch like nature?

You need to know where you are going. Why the doubt?

I gave up my dreams. I burnt my dreams in the fire of prayathna-effort. I took whatever I held as thoughts and threw them out of my being.

Why? They were not in tune. Tune to what - Tune to my being. I needed to know emptiness. I needed to know if there was emptiness when I removed all. I needed to know if I would get dissolved if I did not think at all. I needed to know if there was salvation if the mind was stopped.

In the process I somehow did not channelize this unique gift; the ability to dream.

Here now in my vision is Lord Narayana lying down on His serpent Adishesha. His eyes half open as though in a dream. On His feet Sri Lakshmi. Through His navel Brahma emerges and is seated on a lotus.

His right hand touching a Linga. His Divine feet - Grace. The Shanka - Conch and Chakra - Disc on His sides. And on His other hand the Gada - Mace

All the Devas amd Rishis are waiting on around Him in awe.

Oh Krishna! You are a dreamer. You are the Dreamer.

This is Your dream what I call as Reality. I have burnt all my dreams in this vision of You the Divine Eternal Dreamer.

The Devas are Your senses. Adisesha is Your sense organs(Five headed serpent). Wealth and everything in Maya - Sree is at Your feet. You are touching the Linga - ever Aware that You are He.

Your eyes are almost closed as though in a dream. Bramha - The Shrishti Kartha emerges out of Your being as the projector. (Our Upanishads explain Shrishti as projection not creation. Projection as in a dream projected in the Mind. Similarly the Jagat - World is projected in His Consciousness)

You are as though asleep in Your Infinite Ocean of Milk or Your True Nature of Bliss. Oh Lord. You the Eternal Dreamer. 'I' am but You in Your dream.

Tell me now Oh Lord. What is 'my' dream thats not 'Yours'

Why dream? Show me the way. Dreaming is serious business. Teach me to dream ... I wish to realize. Reveal the dreams You dream.

This is my dream. My prayer.

Om Tat Sat

Dream

I wonder which is more difficult. To have a dream, to sustain a dream or to realize a dream. I am stuck at a point in my mind where I find it difficult to dream. Silly!

I ask myself this. What does it cost to dream. What is the validity of a dream. Where is the necessity to prove or disprove any dream. Etc etc. And to all these questions, I answer them logically and fail. A dream is but a dream. A fantasy with no reality other than a visualization of time and space in my mind to entertain, captivate and develop a desire to make the multi sensory imagination come to life so that it can be shared with loved ones and those yet to be loved in the 'real' world.

What a pathetic way to try and define what a dream is.

This brings me to the thought, 'Why dream?'

Questions questions rumbling in my head yet I find it so difficult to just dream. Man... I miss being a child. To look at something and just superimpose your thoughts and imagine rockets, music and women and make Indra look ordinary.

That was just a try.. still no good. Just dream my boy.

Mind rejects.

Somewhere while growing up and experiencing the so called ups and downs of life this dream aspect of my being seems to have jumped into the back ground and got faded. Everything is looked at as facts and figures. Plans and results. Yes and No's. Black and White. The colours seems to have faded away.

Why Dream

Break free oh Thought you are trapped in this tiny head. You are infinite. If the sky can be reflected 'unconsciously' in your mind when you are asleep, ask yourself this question are you limited inside the physical skull of yours or are you as Infinite as the sky that can be simply imagined even unconsciously without the slightest of efforts.

What stops you from dreaming Oh Bharatha - He asks

Why the limitations? Why do you carry these iron shackles around your mind. Let go; let free this mind. Let it dream

Why not dream

Why dream

What are your goals. What are your targets. What are your plans. What are your requirements. Why are futures traded. Why is tomorrow so important that you invest today? Question Questions you may scream ... but are all these not somebody's dreams realized and being lived today.

We dont want surprises. We dont want to fail. We dont want to behave or act different than norms set for people to behave and act. I dont want ... I dont want

What DO you want. Dream it. Break free

Mistakes is part of life. You learn. Limits can't be drawn on every scenario, every solution, every behaviour pattern, every future incident. We are so drawn to making fact based studies and compiling them that we dont stop and tell our self that this is what we want.

Consider this arguement - 'It is not there today but it will and can be there tomorrow because its my dream'

If there has to be a better tomorrow it has to come from a positive mind that holds a vision of time and space with conditions that makes happiness possible. But is that not somebody's dream.

So why not dream? What is the difficulty in dreaming? To come about a situation where the dream becomes a reality the dream has to be sustained and worked upon to be achieved. But without the dream in the first place where is the question of a better tomorrow.

Where did the dreaming process stop? Why so many arguments to just dream?