Emotions

http://postbalki.wordpress.com/2008/03/19/thiruvachagam-in-english/ Blessed is the name Na Ma Si Va Ya ! blessed are the Lord`s feet ! Blessed are the feet that part not from my bosom even for the time, the eyes take to wink ! Blessed are the feet of the Gem of a Guru who rules over Kokazhi ! Blessed are the feet of God who turning into the Aagamas, tastes sweet ! Blessed are the feet of Him who is one as well as many ! Hai the feet of the Sovereign who put an end to my commotion, and rules me ! Hail Pigngnaka`s feet – fastened with gem-inlaid anklets -, which do away with embodiment ! Hail the flowery and ankleted feet of Him who is far away from the pursuers of alien faiths ! Hail the King who indwells them and rejoices when they fold their hands in worship ! Hail the glorious feet of Him who elevates them that bend their heads in adoration ! The feet of Lord-God, praise be ! The feet of my Sire, praise be ! The feet of the radiant One, praise be ! The salvific feet of Siva, praise b...

Will the stars ever stop to shine Do they wait for a minute and think That they are wasting their every bit of time In making a little light for someone somewhere Who enjoys and least understands And finally he sins again Ah, ignorance is such bliss

I am love Love is seeing Love is hearing Love is breathing Love is everything that is to be done Love is thinking Love is feeling Love is being conscious Love is being dead How can that be How can Love be dead Love is alive Yet Love is dead Love is alive The single element of consciousness is available everywhere and in everything Like space Space encloses Air, Air Fire, Fire Water and Water Earth Consciousness Encloses Space If I die space dies Then space should not exist when I die The problem is I still 'think' I am the body I am consciousness This body can be dropped but the concept of space is in consciousness hence consciousness remains Confused? I am too but it is true I have not realized it fully but I am convinced I just need to work more Love is Dead When there is no thing other than consciousness When the One has projected into the many where is the question of the Other when the One is the MAny Hence there is no Other Hence there is no Love Love can be exhibited onl...

I am on a Quest Something done so many times A Beaten Path Written many times over Religion lives on it Feeds on it Prayers made for it Fanatics kill for it And Gods try to hide it Yet I am on this Quest To know who I am Why am I here What am I doing Who is this God Where from does He come What is this substratum I had decided to follow the path shown by the Upanishads Philosophical portions of the Vedas A culture, a religion widely known as Hinduism Today Hinduism is plagues only by the term Caste People dont seem to understand that the caste has been there for ages and shall still remain There are only four categories of people Ones who research, ones who rule, ones who do business and ones who work for the other three We still are continuing the same thing Only that the culture decided to make it by birth as it was easier for education But this system of highs and lows came up later And as usual thats due to human greed and nothing else The Vedas do not mention anywhere that the bra...

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