Emotions

There is no joy outside No fulfillment either Vain is the search outside When locked inside is a treasure There is no other thing Than the consciousness inside Where else to begin this search Than the looking glass called the mind Why do we search outside When there is this presence within To recognize and be The One and only Joy

Dark mysterious soulful He roams about Like the wind in infinite space He chooses to stay or leave With the one who calls He plays his flute to soften To please and to Know He is .. the very Consciousness The Existence The Bliss He is with form or without On the minds of people who call She is lovely bright and joyful Ever thinking of Him Ever remaining in His thoughts Ever near His side This mind is likened to Radha And He the Infinite One to Krishna Neither my mind is clean enough to continuously think of Him Nor do I understand Him completely Maybe these two go hand in hand Maybe I am still to learn Maybe I think I am too important To forget my very being in Him Oh Radha, Oh Lover Teach me to Love Him I know He is there But I do not know where to begin Oh Radha, Oh Mother Show me the way To learn to love Him To learn to praise Him To win His smiles To be by His side Oh Radha, Divine Mother Show me the way I long for His Love Ever present Ever cooling Yet I am too gross to realize Hi...

What are these A Rain of words Meaningless to many Expressions to one Do I write to please Or is it that I am pleased Do these signify who I am Or is it an expression of who I am Am I lost or confused Am I an ego maniac Is it that I expect to change Or is it that I want someone to change Do I desire what I write Or do these words reach someone What am I expecting when I myself say 'I am' in silence I express what I feel I wish to put in words the same When I reach out into the depths Where consciousness has a larger reach I know not of the world As I know it as change But the one thing constant Is this depth and silence in consciousness I cannot reach out to consciousness For I am the very consciousness I write so that I am countered For the words are those of the mind My mind is the world And so she changes Tired and frustrated she babbles As I; consciousness watch her change This diary I write so I can observe her change My mind tired and frustrated.. For her silence reveals ...

Are we here because of a God A Creation that the Lord maketh With all the fallacy's in our making And the people who make it look worse Who then is He to determine For the problems I face are mine And not that of His; HE who made it, nay created it He is to blame then, not me For I do what is to be done I dont 'create' this, this sin That is the blame I carry I am pure then as I was created by He My choices are His too for He is me, as I am His Then I don't sin For it is not my destiny These are His, the Lords For HE created them willfully Who am I then Ye fools Fools of Destiny You cant purify me For I am the Pure, Author of The Destiny Lost as You are in this madness You call the Path From sea to sea you travel Bearing the cross of your fallacy Your God is a fiction A mere concept of sin For He is no other Than the decider of this Destiny Stop this madness This spread of fallacy This disease of hatred In the name of a fiction, this Destiny I choose my God, As you your...

Its funny but true. We get lost in our own thoughts. Where do thoughts come from. Where do thoughts go. What happens to my wife in my dream and the monsters that try to kill me. Where do they go. Are they in Earth or in some other galaxy. During my dream am I awake or am I asleep. Funny but true. If my dreams are not real then why am I hungry and how can my hunger satiate on eating something in my dream? But I wake up hungry? We just don't want to answer these questions as we think we are mature and we know that the dream is not real. Fact is the mind is just playing on as it is doing what it does best. Work! Problem is we don't realize that this mind is a tool. We allow it to be carried away into its simulations be it enjoyable or sorrowful. We allow the mind to trick us!! Which means when we want to simply bring back our attention to something else we simply cut what we are thinking and replace it with some other thought like what is running on TV. But the mind itself is a wo...

Where is this difference Between Knowledge and Known And a knower claiming The known as His In memory lives He An unknowable known A sum of all thoughts He knows as known Who is He, this known Lost in what He knows In experiences known Lying deep within as the latent known (memory) Confused, He loses knowledge In assuming he is the known And the known he becomes Searching for an unknown known This He is me Lost and confused Until the known knowledge Cleared the thoughts known I realize now.. I am the known I am the knowledge I am the knower Of all known and not known I am.... Sat Chit Ananda The inability of logic to capture and realize the Oneness of all the Exists creates such a confusion that the moment logic is brought into play Oneness is lost as the other supposedly assumes existence in accordance with the logician. This individuality has to then drop the idea of the other and view the entirety as a screen of consciousness on which the 'world' as we know it plays as a her...

It comes back to me Like the monsoon rains Sometimes more sometimes less Thoughts from books and peoples minds A picture of colours Or of black and white Framed for all to see As time shall decide Gross and thin the dust settles As time passes and light dims This energy called life springs forth From lips old and hearts young I search in vain between the lines To make sense of all these thoughts Yet what baffles me is when the trees hush That there is something greater than I I stand in this vast corridor called Earth And wait for the knowledge to dawn I hold my patience to learn the Truth I learn what is Love when I know no emotions Yet these words of books and people keep flashing by Reminding me hurting me That there is something more That I am not trying enough I long to go the hard way Of stilling breath and stopping thoughts Yet there is a sea to cross That the books say is not there And the people say it is! Where do I go caught inbetween I am lost in this mad game Of love and h...

[Had a baby girl yesty 14/12/7 and did not know how better to express my mind than Creeds song] Well I just heard the news today It seems my life is going to change I closed my eyes, begin to pray Then tears of joy stream down my face With arms wide open Under the sunlight Welcome to this place I'll show you everything With arms wide open With arms wide open Well I don't know if I'm ready To be the man I have to be I'll take a breath, I'll take her by my side We stand in awe, we've created life With arms wide open Under the sunlight Welcome to this place I'll show you everything With arms wide open Now everything has changed I'll show you love I'll show you everything With arms wide open With arms wide open I'll show you everything ...oh yeah With arms wide open..wide open If I had just one wish Only one demand I hope he's not like me I hope he understands That he can take this life And hold it by the hand And he can greet the world With ar...

Is this a canvas for my dreams Or is it someone elses Am I a character etching history Or smoke from some burnt thought This world unreal and whithering If thoughts from past entertain So real and delightful If every fraction is lived here and now Where from does it generate The elements and energy So synthetic and lifeless In this canvas of existenct I .. a thought alone Entity alike, but a lie In the canvas of consciousness A shadow of the Universal thought Fade away O Mind You are but a lie A canvas, a sack of thoughts From the past which defines the shadowy presence Fade O Mind Truth is Pure Existence, Pure Consciousness, Pure Bliss I am... Sat Chit Ananda

Dream Perception of an object is a disturbance in pure consciousness as thought. The thought itself is perceived as an object be it a book, person etc. This perception of some'thing' outside of consciousness has to be balanced by 'That' which perceives. A subject is created. This subject develops a centered notion when perception is multiplied to 'many' thought perceptions. The perceived objects themselves are nothing but thought forms as the dream objects have no reality when the dream itself is ended. Waking Dream of the sat-chit-ananda existence-consciousness-bliss. Has to be realized as the subject is the waking person, the ego. Can be realized when all thoughts seize and the subtle 'presence' of consciousness is understood as the substance, the canvas where the world is projected as the dream. Mind=thought thought = various combinations of Space+Wind+Fire+Water+Earth = Pancha Bhuthas When the Pancha Bhuthas are perceived the balancing force of perce...

Dream Perception of an object is a disturbance in pure consciousness as thought. The thought itself is perceived as an object be it a book, person etc. This perception of some'thing' outside of consciousness has to be balanced by 'That' which perceives. A subject is created. This subject develops a centered notion when perception is multiplied to 'many' thought perceptions. The perceived objects themselves are nothing but thought forms as the dream objects have no reality when the dream itself is ended. Waking Dream of the sat-chit-ananda existence-consciousness-bliss. Has to be realized as the subject; is the waking person, the ego. Can be realized when all thoughts seize and the subtle 'presence' of consciousness is understood as the substance, the canvas where the world is projected as the dream. Mind=thought thought = various combinations of Space+Wind+Fire+Water+Earth = Pancha Bhuthas When the Pancha Bhuthas are perceived the balancing force of perc...

Who is this Beneath the surface What thoughts are these that hold me A sea of Consciousness am I I feel the urge, the interest, the desire To be with... I am... I am the only One And I have this desire Where from this desire Am I a part of this desire Or Am I the holder of this desire Or am I the very Desirer Yes I desire I desire to be with myself As the One And as the Many As Man and Woman As the World and the Sky As the Gods and Demons As the animals and birds As the insects and trees As the dirt and slime I am this all I am... What thoughts are these That lie beneath I have become all these yet they seem to forget me Yet they are my desire They are me Here I give to you Myself oh Desirer Keep this knowledge When this Desire I hold slows Come back to Myself I am thee and Thy coming I wait Sharanagathi I am ... I am... I O Rudra, Blaze thy sight upon this ignorance I long for Thee What thoughts are these That lie beneath I long for Thee Thy union, Oh Lover What thoughts are these Mer...

Should I write anymore As this play unfolds Tossing my path between Pillar and Post I knock myself out In this endless charade Of meaningless words And life's dismay Does it end I ask End is the beginning you say What then is this Timeless and still true This life rocks on throwing me into its folds While I surface for air Of Knowledge that cannot be told I think I see the ray that exists at all instances Of this lie called I Only to ask if there is an end Nay say You Who is none other than I Confused, I go on.... Sat Chit Ananda

A cosmic vision unfolds To the one who enquires To the one who seeks The answers to the queries Where from this omnipresent presence A thought of company A revelation of new thoughts That makes this vision new I wait...

Hold on to this dream Like it were reality Do the things that seem logical Do the things that are right Dream, nevertheless is this A play of light and sound And things that feel and smell A toy world for these senses Where is the hold Where is the anchor My senses reel under pressure As the lie seems to look real In consciousness we swim Like an ocean It spreads Truth, silent and still Sleeps eternally Dream on oh sleeper Your dream is killing me This dream unreal stretches Into the greater lie called Time When will this end This confusion of light This breathless journey Unending until eternity This whole lie called life Is making me tired While I swim eternally In a directionless pool of consciosness Wake me up oh love Wake me up from this To this reality of silence Where this world dissolves into Me I am .. I am ... that Truth Yet I am ... lost and confused Drunk in a senseless journey in a sheath of flesh and blood Take me to IT I am that consciousness I am That silence I am disso...

Love; an emotion of belonging To the Truth that exists In all that is alive To the breath of Consciousness Want; an emotion of gathering Of all things that exist In a world of simulated objects To the vision of the ignorant Love and want; my eternal curse A battle between knowledge and emotion In the reflections of consciousness My mind, my curse, my Kurukshetra Sat Chit Ananda

Swimming in the waters of consciousness I seem to have lost direction Holding on to a concept of Dharma I follow the paths that appear Married to the necessities of life I try to stay Awake The mind holds me prisoner sometimes Only to enlarge my misery Am I to laugh at this world Or am I to cry for fate Do I live life to discover What paths will open up for me I have my wants and fantasies I cannot deny these thoughts I want to be happy with one and all Even though I 'know' I am Mirth in totality Give me the strength to open up Paths that seem to be hidden Give me the hope and knowledge To carry on the work of my destiny Let me laugh and cry and hold My wants and necessities And be unattached to anything At all times and places in this conscious fantasy I Hold your thought and presence In brief spells of clarity Only to be shrouded by the problems That haunt my faulty sensitivity Let me talk and dance and cry Along with the moods of the worldly And hold thoughts at all times O...

This disease holds me captive As Time speeds past me Like a drunk monkey Bit by a scorpions fury Into the abyss of silence I wish to dive To think and hold My rare thoughts divine While I rise from ths chasm This disease spreads again Hurting my every thought Holding me against my thoughts This ego, this lie This life in a bottle That rots and ages And dies in time What for this dream What for this life Crazed am I With this desire for light My ego, my disease Death to supreme Come to me My Lord Kaala, my everlasting Love I am yours Sat Chit Ananda

Eternity in a second Emotion in a bottle Life; is it in this body Philosophy and life Back to back like a coin This life is on a track Am i more important to me Or do i exist in He

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