Mom
Jenny's Owl
Friday, July 20, 2007
At the edge of love
The Brink
Let us be now, you and I
Beneath the warm and tranquil sky,
Drifting aimless on the river of life,
Face to face, no thought, no strife.
You and I, I to I, transfixed,
In this moment our minds mixed.
Do we dare? Yes do we dare
Lose ourselves and every care.
Splat! A raindrop falls shatteringly
And back to time and space we flee.
Make haste, make haste, lest we forget
That time is money and all that shit.
Return we must to our shells
Barriers erect we enter our own hells
Hope and love lost to fear
We’ll be the same this time next year.
Reach out, reach out, touch my I
From your depths there comes a sigh
We are more when we are one
Our souls ignite like the sun.
Beyond time – beyond space
In loves upper reaches we embrace.
So let us be, you and I
I to I
Fragments
We are eternity segmented
We are One divided
We are Self made small
We are self made large
We have come from behind
The looking glass
And now we can’t see
Our way back through.
Your priestess lies behind the mirror
Calling to me.
We touch
We dance
We glide in harmony
Like the spheres of God.
I drink your eyes
And fill you with my force
Lips press, tongues entwine
Bodies caressing, energies flowing
Souls merging, we are one.
I bring you peace,
Tangible tranquility
Security in an envelope of Silence.
It is your peace, your tranquility
It belongs to your priestess
Beneath the noise,
Far from activity,
Beyond personality,
Before your parents…
It waits for you.
Find it in my arms
For moments,
Find it in your Soul
Forever.
Power of life*
I am the
Power of Life
Muted by civilizations
Search for security
Bursting brilliance
A fire burns within
Constrained, behaved
Civilized I sit
Wretched I watch
The hands slowly move
Packaged neatly, shirt
And tie and polished shoes
I am not of
The Earth
To be bored within
Her concrete walls
I’m from the sky
Descended from on high
Flashing, dancing
Flying with joy
The petty games
Of Earth
Craven images of
the sport of Gods
War for Peace
Suffering for Joy
Narrowness for Breadth
Stupidity for understanding
Hunger for fulfillment
These are not mine. 1
I could dance
With you
A minuette
Of feelings
I could fly
With you
A flash of kundalini
Across the sky
I could sing
With you
A chant rising Om like
To the word of God
I could lie
With you
And stretch
Eternal peace
Like a blanket
Round the world.
1 There is a similar sentiment in the Purohit translation of the Avadhuta Gita, 3.27. "The fallacy and intricacy of this earth are not due to me, cunning and hypocricy are not due to me, truth and untruth are not due to me; I am knowledge of immortality, I am essence of equanimity, I am like the sky."
barefoot
Barefoot on the grass
leaping, hopping
arms flying high
spirits soaring
screaming delight
the crazy woman dances
What a joy it is
to see her
childlike skipping
younger than I
could ever be.
It makes me love her
to see her so free.
Gypsy woman
A gypsy woman dancing
Seduces me tonight
Dark eyes, flashing teeth
Promise of sensuous delight
Hair flowing wild
Uninhibited caravan
Dancing an ode to joy
Way beyond my command
Oh gypsy woman
Must we stay apart,
Or will you share with me
The secret in your heart?
spinning the world
Shakti dancing angel
Creator of the world
Move with me flowing
Dancing in a swirl.
Together we dream her
With our hearts we give her soul
Our breath gives her life
With our bodies we make her whole.
The world goes on spinning
So long as we dance our dance of fire
And dream our way through the long night
Giving form to our desire.
Love and ego
Love is the binding force
That unifies the universe
Ego is the force of differentiation
That expands the universe
Reduce ego and love flows
Reduce love and ego flows
The cycles of the universe
Are the cycles of the soul
How can I have a separate ego
When I find love with you?
That unifies the universe
Ego is the force of differentiation
That expands the universe
Reduce ego and love flows
Reduce love and ego flows
The cycles of the universe
Are the cycles of the soul
How can I have a separate ego
When I find love with you?
bliss
Bliss, like a crack
In my personal wall
Opens space beyond
My limits
A cry escapes from
My distant throat
And I leap with joy
Having found you.
In my personal wall
Opens space beyond
My limits
A cry escapes from
My distant throat
And I leap with joy
Having found you.
New York
You were there before my eyes saw
You were there before my heart felt
You were there before my mind opened
But now you are here
My eyes are full of you
My heart beats of you
My mind is absorbed in you
I’m blessed, filled with you
You were there before my heart felt
You were there before my mind opened
But now you are here
My eyes are full of you
My heart beats of you
My mind is absorbed in you
I’m blessed, filled with you
Go west young lady
People are people
West or east
How many faces
To find loves face?
Time is time
West or east
How many months
Make love ok?
Love is timeless
How much time
Before you’re willing
To be reborn?
Not in time – love is
Not in place – love is
Love is you opened
Your Self unfolding
Love is my face
Love is now
Love is here
Love is us.
West or east
How many faces
To find loves face?
Time is time
West or east
How many months
Make love ok?
Love is timeless
How much time
Before you’re willing
To be reborn?
Not in time – love is
Not in place – love is
Love is you opened
Your Self unfolding
Love is my face
Love is now
Love is here
Love is us.
Iron and light
I am sky
Come to lie with Earth
To wake her with
My seed of Life
Our offspring
Will dance
With legs of iron
And dreams of light.
Choice
We are self created
Self transmuted
Give your joy to the world
And you will be in joy
Our local environment
Is our selves
Make it happy, and you will be happy
Make it sad and you will have sadness.
Give it love and you will live in love
Give it anger and you’re enveloped in anger
Accept it and you live in peace
Accept me, love me and you give us happiness
Self transmuted
Give your joy to the world
And you will be in joy
Our local environment
Is our selves
Make it happy, and you will be happy
Make it sad and you will have sadness.
Give it love and you will live in love
Give it anger and you’re enveloped in anger
Accept it and you live in peace
Accept me, love me and you give us happiness
The Gift
An easy step
A sidelong look
The comfort of
Friendship known
A girlish laugh
A childs joy
Make me
Feel at home
A pretty face
A willing heart
Opens gates I’ve
Never known
Mystic eyes
And subtle spirit
A mystery
No one can own
The face and heart
And eyes of you,
The gift that
Makes me whole.
A sidelong look
The comfort of
Friendship known
A girlish laugh
A childs joy
Make me
Feel at home
A pretty face
A willing heart
Opens gates I’ve
Never known
Mystic eyes
And subtle spirit
A mystery
No one can own
The face and heart
And eyes of you,
The gift that
Makes me whole.
Let me dance
Touch me gently
Without leaving me,
While I feel
These new feelings
Let me dance
And fall
And make mistakes
But forgive me for it all.
A long leash
Of sweet love
A time to know myself
And slowly
Perhaps haltingly
To minuette with you.
The more I know
Your gentle soul
The more
I’ll grow to love.
Without leaving me,
While I feel
These new feelings
Let me dance
And fall
And make mistakes
But forgive me for it all.
A long leash
Of sweet love
A time to know myself
And slowly
Perhaps haltingly
To minuette with you.
The more I know
Your gentle soul
The more
I’ll grow to love.
Awake
Enchanted moment
Golden dawn
Light beyond my form
Awake in me
That gentle spirit
The soul of which
I’m formed.
Golden dawn
Light beyond my form
Awake in me
That gentle spirit
The soul of which
I’m formed.
Gift of the Magi
Who are you?
What are you ?
And who am I?
Just sparks
Of One floating,
In many ways
The same.
There are others
And others
All living
Different games.
Could I love you
With all of me
I would disappear
And give you
Everything
That I am
All that you
Could bear.
I ask you
What you want,
You ask me what
I’d like
I ask you what
You’d like
You ask me
What I want.
Nothing but you
And to see you pleased,
That’s been enough for me.
But how can I know you
When all you say is
“tell me what you want?”
The gift of self
To another self
That gave itself away.
What are you ?
And who am I?
Just sparks
Of One floating,
In many ways
The same.
There are others
And others
All living
Different games.
Could I love you
With all of me
I would disappear
And give you
Everything
That I am
All that you
Could bear.
I ask you
What you want,
You ask me what
I’d like
I ask you what
You’d like
You ask me
What I want.
Nothing but you
And to see you pleased,
That’s been enough for me.
But how can I know you
When all you say is
“tell me what you want?”
The gift of self
To another self
That gave itself away.
Cycles
From the cycles of the heart
As it beats its way through time
To the cycles of the breath
That regulates the bodys rhyme.
The cycles of the sun
Changing day to night then day
The cycle of the moon
Changing night from black to grey
The cycles of the Earth
With her seasons that never grow old
The cycles of our food
From green sprout to harvest gold
The cycle of a man
From dust to life to dust
The cycles of the stars
From interstellar dust to interstellar dust
Yes we know them all
As part of the whole
The cycles of the universe
From creation to black hole
All things appear in time
To return to where they start
Or are they always everywhere?
It’s time that sets events apart.
From rest to activity
And back to rest
From unity to diversity
And back to oneness
Each cycle plays its roll
In the manifestation of all
But all that is in three dimensions
Simply is – not all.
For from elsewhere
Where all time is seen as one
Each cycle is known completely
Before it begins to run
Then what can be the value?
As we peer into the ages
Of cycle after cycle of this
Dreamed repetitions of phases
As we gaze into the isness
That lies beyond all time
That makes the form of space
And gives life to every clime
We wonder why Is is
And why she plays this game of time
And hides from herself
Inside an atom or even in a rhyme
As we grow in consciousness
We must seek this impish elf
Until that day when touching her
We find only ourself.
As it beats its way through time
To the cycles of the breath
That regulates the bodys rhyme.
The cycles of the sun
Changing day to night then day
The cycle of the moon
Changing night from black to grey
The cycles of the Earth
With her seasons that never grow old
The cycles of our food
From green sprout to harvest gold
The cycle of a man
From dust to life to dust
The cycles of the stars
From interstellar dust to interstellar dust
Yes we know them all
As part of the whole
The cycles of the universe
From creation to black hole
All things appear in time
To return to where they start
Or are they always everywhere?
It’s time that sets events apart.
From rest to activity
And back to rest
From unity to diversity
And back to oneness
Each cycle plays its roll
In the manifestation of all
But all that is in three dimensions
Simply is – not all.
For from elsewhere
Where all time is seen as one
Each cycle is known completely
Before it begins to run
Then what can be the value?
As we peer into the ages
Of cycle after cycle of this
Dreamed repetitions of phases
As we gaze into the isness
That lies beyond all time
That makes the form of space
And gives life to every clime
We wonder why Is is
And why she plays this game of time
And hides from herself
Inside an atom or even in a rhyme
As we grow in consciousness
We must seek this impish elf
Until that day when touching her
We find only ourself.
Love?
What is the source
Of love I ask?
Is it you or me
Or is it when “2”
Ceases to be?
Love is accepting,
Yes, you’re good;
Why yes, good
Enough for me.
Love is not
Measuring,
This is good
But that is better,
What difference can there be?
When we all come
From the hand
Of He.
Love is flowing effulgence
Out to another.
Sent acceptance
And proud smile
Happy to be
Part of the world
With you.
Of love I ask?
Is it you or me
Or is it when “2”
Ceases to be?
Love is accepting,
Yes, you’re good;
Why yes, good
Enough for me.
Love is not
Measuring,
This is good
But that is better,
What difference can there be?
When we all come
From the hand
Of He.
Love is flowing effulgence
Out to another.
Sent acceptance
And proud smile
Happy to be
Part of the world
With you.
Invoking Angels
Creation begins in the balance point
Life begins in the union of opposites
let us create our lives
balanced together in Unity
Only in timeless Union, can
we open a crack in eternity
for newborn life to flow in
child of our Union. 1
1 This may be obscure. Assuming that either
through reincarnation or otherwise, souls reside
in regions of varying purity, the most refined of
which can only be enticed to earth thru a path
of pure love and Unity provided by the parents.
So it is the quality of love, and the depth of the
silent union of love making that determines the
refinement of the child. For it is only by
pure love and union that the parents consciousness
can open to the highest levels and thus provide a
path to earth. Nor would a high soul be enticed by
anything less. Most of us cannot reach the same level
of peace and silence via meditation as we can through
love making. Hence, the need for a partner. So the
purest love and union in sex is both a path for the
partners to heaven, and a path from heaven for
highly evolved souls.
Life begins in the union of opposites
let us create our lives
balanced together in Unity
Only in timeless Union, can
we open a crack in eternity
for newborn life to flow in
child of our Union. 1
1 This may be obscure. Assuming that either
through reincarnation or otherwise, souls reside
in regions of varying purity, the most refined of
which can only be enticed to earth thru a path
of pure love and Unity provided by the parents.
So it is the quality of love, and the depth of the
silent union of love making that determines the
refinement of the child. For it is only by
pure love and union that the parents consciousness
can open to the highest levels and thus provide a
path to earth. Nor would a high soul be enticed by
anything less. Most of us cannot reach the same level
of peace and silence via meditation as we can through
love making. Hence, the need for a partner. So the
purest love and union in sex is both a path for the
partners to heaven, and a path from heaven for
highly evolved souls.
Dream
Dark shadows and
Golden orbs
reflecting through the mist.
A form moves
back and forth
stretching in the shadow.
Flowing tresses
falling smoothly
a smile of shining light.
Awakened dream
haunting reality
drifting through the mist
I watch her
metronome form
fading in the mist
Is she real
or only dream
figment of my love?
I turn
and part of me
jogs off through the morn.
Golden orbs
reflecting through the mist.
A form moves
back and forth
stretching in the shadow.
Flowing tresses
falling smoothly
a smile of shining light.
Awakened dream
haunting reality
drifting through the mist
I watch her
metronome form
fading in the mist
Is she real
or only dream
figment of my love?
I turn
and part of me
jogs off through the morn.
Slow down
Idyllic wood and
pleasant streams
meadows of flower
and idle dreams
springs blossum
and freshening breeze
summers warmth
and full-leafed trees
Autumns chill
and natures sigh
winters blanket
and crystal sky
These are shared
by such as us
for we've not lost our souls
in the worldly rush.
pleasant streams
meadows of flower
and idle dreams
springs blossum
and freshening breeze
summers warmth
and full-leafed trees
Autumns chill
and natures sigh
winters blanket
and crystal sky
These are shared
by such as us
for we've not lost our souls
in the worldly rush.
Night
In the arms of night
I rest,
and the angel of sleep
anoints me with her peace.
At dawn the
joyful sun
pours his life
into me.
By day the playful wind
caresses me
and the angel of water
purifies me.
The other things I do
are not so real as these
except loving you.
I rest,
and the angel of sleep
anoints me with her peace.
At dawn the
joyful sun
pours his life
into me.
By day the playful wind
caresses me
and the angel of water
purifies me.
The other things I do
are not so real as these
except loving you.
Sweet Days
Just a gentle breeze
is all I need to remember
the quiet days of childhood
and the peace those days engender
just the warmth of the sun
is all I need to feel
the contentment of my best days
when there were no wounds to heal
And just the look my lover gives
is all I need to see
a moment that’s full of peace
and love and deep tranquility
is all I need to remember
the quiet days of childhood
and the peace those days engender
just the warmth of the sun
is all I need to feel
the contentment of my best days
when there were no wounds to heal
And just the look my lover gives
is all I need to see
a moment that’s full of peace
and love and deep tranquility
Release
Loving me is letting
me feel my love,
when you accept me completely
all my barriers release.
The infinite love within
flows freely
I am saturated in peace
you bless me with your love.
me feel my love,
when you accept me completely
all my barriers release.
The infinite love within
flows freely
I am saturated in peace
you bless me with your love.
Reaching Me
Some ladies have
touched me from desire
others have touched me
from their emptiness
Some touched me from
their temporary passion
My wife sometimes touched
me from her guilt
These were nothing, for
now I've been touched by you
And you've touched me
with your Love.
touched me from desire
others have touched me
from their emptiness
Some touched me from
their temporary passion
My wife sometimes touched
me from her guilt
These were nothing, for
now I've been touched by you
And you've touched me
with your Love.
Earth's Dream
Soft sunlight warms my skin
a red golden glow lights my eyes
I wake gently into this world.
The Earth's dream
comes to mind
in its pleasant way.
Shades of green and blue
and gentle breezes
brighten my good cheer
I move rhythmically
power flowing
with the tide of life.
Reborn again
each day a new self
free for love and joy.
a red golden glow lights my eyes
I wake gently into this world.
The Earth's dream
comes to mind
in its pleasant way.
Shades of green and blue
and gentle breezes
brighten my good cheer
I move rhythmically
power flowing
with the tide of life.
Reborn again
each day a new self
free for love and joy.
Children
That love you
give to children
is your love for
all mankind
For we are all
children
only separated by time.
The hard crust on our hearts
the wrinkles in our skin
are only from a lack of love.
So love in every moment,
Begin.
give to children
is your love for
all mankind
For we are all
children
only separated by time.
The hard crust on our hearts
the wrinkles in our skin
are only from a lack of love.
So love in every moment,
Begin.
Memories
Drifting through this heart of mine
are memories galore,
some evoke a thought of pain
while others make me soar
wisdom comes from right memory
and limit comes from wrong,
I want no narrow boundaries
while I write my song
but now is not a memory
and my action should be free
to touch you not as memory
but as the soul that sets me free
and when I love you freely
I am more than I,
for I have lost that ego
that taught me how to cry.
are memories galore,
some evoke a thought of pain
while others make me soar
wisdom comes from right memory
and limit comes from wrong,
I want no narrow boundaries
while I write my song
but now is not a memory
and my action should be free
to touch you not as memory
but as the soul that sets me free
and when I love you freely
I am more than I,
for I have lost that ego
that taught me how to cry.
Be not afraid
Be not afraid
to love.
a heart that's given
is a heart that's found
today it beats
in deep repor,
tomorrow it may
run aground.
but to a heart that's open
now lasts forever,
and a heart that's safe
is a heart that's bound.
an unbounded heart
finds unbounded love
for love that's given
is love that's found.
to love.
a heart that's given
is a heart that's found
today it beats
in deep repor,
tomorrow it may
run aground.
but to a heart that's open
now lasts forever,
and a heart that's safe
is a heart that's bound.
an unbounded heart
finds unbounded love
for love that's given
is love that's found.
Creation
Making reality is a
work of art
the creation that
sets men apart
some make houses
or bowls of clay
others do nothing
constructive all day
Still others
create pain and sorrow
these are a burden
to all our tomorrows
Let us choose to create love
a poets dream
based on quiet respect
the gift of self and mutual esteem.
work of art
the creation that
sets men apart
some make houses
or bowls of clay
others do nothing
constructive all day
Still others
create pain and sorrow
these are a burden
to all our tomorrows
Let us choose to create love
a poets dream
based on quiet respect
the gift of self and mutual esteem.
a smile
She took my flower
And smiled!
Should I evaluate this?
Does she love me?
Does she not?
Should I doubt her,
No! there is no doubt.
Only the certainty of love
Risen in me.
A wall of love
Rushing to her.
And should it be too much,
If she deflects it;
It will only push on
To a tree, a flower,
A cat, or another love.
Love awakened will not
Be denied, but will flow
Joyfully with the day.
Yet it is her
Her siren song
That wakens this
Wave of passion,
Joy, and melted heart
A potpourri
Of good feelings
My muse
My love
My little smile
And smiled!
Should I evaluate this?
Does she love me?
Does she not?
Should I doubt her,
No! there is no doubt.
Only the certainty of love
Risen in me.
A wall of love
Rushing to her.
And should it be too much,
If she deflects it;
It will only push on
To a tree, a flower,
A cat, or another love.
Love awakened will not
Be denied, but will flow
Joyfully with the day.
Yet it is her
Her siren song
That wakens this
Wave of passion,
Joy, and melted heart
A potpourri
Of good feelings
My muse
My love
My little smile
Growth
She sighs a lot
Reflecting such deep pain
My heart aches for her.
Heart’s were never meant
To be broken
Yet God breaks
Them everyday
My heart’s been broken
Many times
But then I’ve never
Loved so deeply
Or so long.
She had her future planned
The house upon the hill
The rocking chair in old age
The shared grandchildren
And always there with him
The oak like strength to lean on
The protection from rain and sun
It seems a test unbearable
But only an initiation
From personal to transpersonal
For there is no self to pity
And “whosoever would save their life
Shall lose it”
God lets those
Of a dull disposition
Live out their lives
In narrow boundaries
But those of finer metal
Those who could know Him
Must leave the chrysalis of home
And well laid plans
And wander like a sanyasin
With perfect faith in God
Surrendered to the rain and wind
Letting chaos prevail
“thy will be done”
in perfect non-attachment
in fearlessness and freedom
the soul wakes to eternal life
and radiates pure love.
Ramakrishna*
Mother is the measure of Brahman 1
A Cartesian net to catch us fish 2
Her karma serves up our life
Apparently a tasty dish. 3
Her net is fine and strong
She leaves us no escape
But if you surrender completely
Drop your ego and accept fate,
Your mind is free immediately
And though your body bumps along 4
Your heart begins to merge with Mother
And you understand her song.
Soon you are refined
Finer than any net can be
Your soul permeates everywhere 5
Your spirit ever free,
Your light a part of every atom 6
There to give a gentle shove
Because thanks to your surrender
You’ve become only love.
Now some take another approach
They say the net’s not real
That everything is Brahman
And Brahman does not kill. 7
They hold their mind in check
Pull every sense inside
And realizing this great truth
They don’t even try to hide
For Brahman is unqualified
So there can be no net
They fly freely through life
Enjoying bliss without regret.
Sat, pure existence
Chit, aware of itself
Ananda, shimmering in Bliss
Why yes, this is myself. 8
1 The Sanskrit root Maa means mother and also measure. Pure consciousness does not move, but innate within is an energy of consciousness, Mother Divine, which moves and creates. But before there can be movement there must be some form of dimension whether time or space so that movement, and duality, the separation of objects and events can exist. No object can exist without a place to put it. So the first creation of Maa is dimension or measure. We typically think in Cartesian coordinates.
2 Ramakrishna told a parable about liberation using the metaphor of fishermen netting fish. Some fish swim to the bottom and hide in the mud, others swim about unaware, others try to leap out but fall back in the circle of the net, a few succeed in leaping over the net and swim to freedom. Clearly, the Cartesian net of Mother is both the form for the creation of the universe, but also the prison in which we suffer duality.
3 Another parable is about a mother with 5 children. She has fish for dinner, but prepares it differently for each child, soup for one, fried fish for another, baked for a third etc. Mother Divine is the wish fulfilling tree, she will give you whatever you ask for. In this case I'm playing on the story and suggesting that it is her play, her game, and that she is creating our lives and it is she that enjoys the taste.
4 Even surrendered, or liberated, the body's existing karma may continue, but you are free of concern for it, thus free of suffering.
5 This is a concept that I got from Larry Shine, a teacher I met when I was 23. While liberation might be viewed as moving from a multi-dimensional universe to a zero dimension that is just Brahman, it can also be viewed as expansion of consciousness. And thus your consciousness flows through all space and time. A corollary is that for your consciousness to expand, it must be non-irritating to other consciousnesses that it passes through on its way to total refinement. Hence the need for Ahimsa (harmlessness) in thought, word, and deed.
6 Also Larry said, at a certain point of development, "your light becomes a part of every atom".
He said at this point a developed man would not break a dry piece of grass without putting something better in its place. Clearly, such a person would always be giving gentle loving encouragement to all of creation.
7 Brahman does not kill. There is no birth or death in Brahman, there is no separation, the basis of all fear, so the point is there is no fear and no mortality. A nice quote from the Katha Upanishad 1.2.19 "if the killer thinks he kills and if the killed man thinks he is killed, neither of these apprehends aright. The Self kills not, nor is it killed."
8 "Jnana Marga (knowledge path) and Bhakti Marga (devotion path) are one and the same. Self-surrender leads to realisation just as enquiry does. Complete self-surrender means that you have no further thought of 'I'. Then all your predispositions (samskaras) are washed off and you are free. You should not continue as a separate entity at the end of either course." Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi - talk 31
Duality*
For me to see God
As different from me
Is to perpetuate
My sense of duality
Maya is sticky
And subtle in her tricks
I must stop her in her tracks
Before the clock moves a tick
And so I seek
God’s mind within
For it must be
part of me
There cannot be another
In this universe
For have you ever seen
A single tree,
That grew from two seeds? 1
1 Avadhuta Gita 4.1 "Brahman cannot be invoked or abandoned, because It is formless. Therefore, what is the use of offering flowers and leaves or practising meditation and repeating the mantra? How can one worship that Supreme Beatitude in which both unity and diversity are merged?"
As different from me
Is to perpetuate
My sense of duality
Maya is sticky
And subtle in her tricks
I must stop her in her tracks
Before the clock moves a tick
And so I seek
God’s mind within
For it must be
part of me
There cannot be another
In this universe
For have you ever seen
A single tree,
That grew from two seeds? 1
1 Avadhuta Gita 4.1 "Brahman cannot be invoked or abandoned, because It is formless. Therefore, what is the use of offering flowers and leaves or practising meditation and repeating the mantra? How can one worship that Supreme Beatitude in which both unity and diversity are merged?"
Shiva Linga
As I walked along the path
Approaching Napesvar
I sensed a pervasive silence
That seemed part of the air
I stood thirty feet away
And faced that massive stone
I wondered at the electric silence
With which it shone
How can silence vibrate
And seem to be alive
And radiate like light
It was almost like a throne.
If Shiva can animate a stone
What might he do for me
Merging in his cosmic hum
I might always be.
Shiva
One day as I sang to Shiva
I felt his bliss descend
And so I sat in silence
My feelings deep within.
He showed me he was rooted in Brahman
A gateway for my soul
Tears of love ran down my face
And I knew why Vishnu and Brahma
Could find no end of Shiva in space.
Then I heard an angelic voice
A Devi singing praise to Mother Divine.
Her voice clear and melodious
It was so sublime.
My heart began to yearn
My mind went to and fro
My ocean began to churn
Moved by Mother’s beauty
Ashamed to leave my father
I vacillated a cosmic hum
My soul began to burn.
Then in his compassion
Shiva said, “relax,
How do you suppose I got married”
These are the simple facts:
Mother is Divine
Her creation
Intoxicating and sublime,
So go and witness
The Devi’s song
But don’t jump in,
Return to me,
where you belong.”
And that’s how Shiva saved me,
Swallowing the poison of desire,
Offering me the nectar
Of immortal bliss,
My soul to inspire.
Avadhuta
The master used to say,
“Place the knowledge of advaita in your pocket,
and then act as you please.”
The nathists learn this simple truth
“I am Brahman”
and then say, “Yippee!”
They wander naked and free
Suckling at nature’s breast
Happy just to Be.
One avadhuta wandered into Dakshineswar
With no concern for anything
He ate the leavings of a cur
And left without his tea.
The master sent Hriday
To follow after him
And beg to know the truth.
The avadhuta threw a stone at Hriday
To discourage his pursuit.
But Hriday persisted
And the avadhuta desisted
And told Hriday the truth
“When the water of this ditch
is the same to you
as the water of the Holy Ganga,
then you will be free.”
There is much influence from the "Avadhuta Gita" here. On page 115 of "Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi he states that practice without knowledge < knowledge without practice < knowledge with practice which is less than action without desire. The last is the state of the Jnani and characteristic of the Avadhuta.
petty thoughts
The mind is a little thing
Blown up beyond its measure.
It amasses memories, and urges
And trumped up self-importance,
Ideals and purposes and revelations,
And tries to sustain its identity
Imprinted on the world.
But there is nothing it can do
That will last a billion years,
A million years, a thousand years.
Just a wink of time
And all is gone,
No cause sustained,
All duty, undone.
So despair oh mind
Your cravings and obsessions
All meaningless.
And that should be your clue
Your ticket to freedom.
For life was never meant
To be about the ego
A mental structure,
A card house,
Blown away by the wind.
For life is the wind itself!
Freely dancing in the flowers
And tree tops.
Untrammeled by the mind
Life flows moment to moment;
The unstudied life
Is lived, is free.
Despair oh mind,
You number your days,
And so your days are numbered.
Perfect freedom in the moment
Is fearless,
Clings to no thing,
Invites life’s flow.
Liberated from the ego,
Being is Timelessly living!
As God as it gets*
The Sages say
We are the Absolute!
We are all One!
The sense of self:
A mistake of the intellect.
Our bodies, our lives
May be facets of
A perfect diamond,
But we are the diamond.
So there is no advantage
To be taken over another
Or even for ourselves;
Not thru dress
Not thru business
Not thru education
Not thru yagya
Not thru gem stones
Not thru prayer
Not thru worship of the Gods
For each is a perfect expression
Of the wholeness of it all
Even self-improvement
Is a mistake of the intellect 1
So doing nothing
Here I sit,
As God as it gets.
Cleaning house in a wild fit
You are, as God as it gets.
Riding a bicycle,
Flying down a hill
With face lit,
I am, as God as it gets.
Lying with you
With your lips to sip
We are, as God as it gets.
1 Avadhuta Gita 1.34 Shree Purohit Swami translation: "There are no scriptures; no Gods, no regions, no colour, no status; no class, no clan; no dark path, no bright path; ultimate reality is the beauty of spirit only." And Swami Chetanananda's translation: "In Brahman there are neither the Vedas nor worlds nor gods nor sacrifices; there are neither stages of life nor castes nor race nor lineage; there is neither the path of smoke nor the path of light. Only the selfsame Brahman, the Supreme Reality, exists."
Saint Teresa goes on to tell how it was as if the Deity were an enormous and sovereignly limpid diamond, in which all our actions were contained in such a way that their full sinfulness appeared evident as never before.
Yes the diamond is One, and each person and action is part of that wholeness.
In Her Arms
They say God is so fine
So pure and so divine
Rarefied beyond my sight
But if I do puja she may delight
And reveal her form to my subtle sight.
But I say, “wait”, I see her now 1
From dewdrop to dust
From leaf to flower
In worm and cow
I feel her power
Even with the dog’s bark she calls to me
She ripples my soul with her breeze
And plays with me all my life
Always trying to please.
How can I pick a flower to offer her
When she has already offered it to me?
I went to visit Shiva
To sing him a few lines
But there was no book to guide me
So I said hello in my mind
And sat upon the concrete
Then mother sent a gust for me
And every leaf that cared to fall 2
Fell at Shiva’s feet
Is there any moment when she’s not providing for me?
1 "All are seeing God always. But they do not know it." Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi - talk 30
2 In the Bhagavad Gita Krishna says that even worship with a leaf is
accepted by him.
So pure and so divine
Rarefied beyond my sight
But if I do puja she may delight
And reveal her form to my subtle sight.
But I say, “wait”, I see her now 1
From dewdrop to dust
From leaf to flower
In worm and cow
I feel her power
Even with the dog’s bark she calls to me
She ripples my soul with her breeze
And plays with me all my life
Always trying to please.
How can I pick a flower to offer her
When she has already offered it to me?
I went to visit Shiva
To sing him a few lines
But there was no book to guide me
So I said hello in my mind
And sat upon the concrete
Then mother sent a gust for me
And every leaf that cared to fall 2
Fell at Shiva’s feet
Is there any moment when she’s not providing for me?
1 "All are seeing God always. But they do not know it." Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi - talk 30
2 In the Bhagavad Gita Krishna says that even worship with a leaf is
accepted by him.
ego
This ego will die
God wills it so,
Everything you want to last
Will go,
Clinging to mortality
When the spirit could soar free
You’ve bound yourself in clay
Hoping self-image will last another day,
But even in reincarnation
You will not be there
Do you remember your last life
And is it relevant to today’s
Strain and strife?
If Brahman is all
Then you are liberated now
The story of this life
A fading water color
Revealing the white canvas of spirit
Ever free, ever joyful
God wills it so,
Everything you want to last
Will go,
Clinging to mortality
When the spirit could soar free
You’ve bound yourself in clay
Hoping self-image will last another day,
But even in reincarnation
You will not be there
Do you remember your last life
And is it relevant to today’s
Strain and strife?
If Brahman is all
Then you are liberated now
The story of this life
A fading water color
Revealing the white canvas of spirit
Ever free, ever joyful
Concept Free*
This self is free, ever free
And happy just to Be!
The body is Maa’s actor
A player on Maa’s stage
Its entrances and exits
Written in her stars.
The chart is just a job description
A bit part in her day dream
Not meant to be taken personally.
But it grabs every ego
And gives it self-esteem,
The ego builds concepts
Of immortality and escape
It starves the body,
And tortures the lungs
While trying to dodge fate.
I say, untrammeled by the ego
Let the body be
Fully nourished,
And full of life
Each cell in its majesty,
Dancing Maa’s dance of life
Concept free. 1
1 AG 3.42 "I have told you the quintessence of the Supreme Reality. There is neither you nor I nor superior nor teacher nor disciple. The Ultimate Reality is simple and spontaneous. I am Existence-Knowledge-Bliss and boundless as space." Purohit uses this line I like: "The ultimate truth is simple, endowed with the beauty of sporting Self." So this poem is about not getting locked in on the ego, or taking life personally, or trying to escape, not fasting, not doing pranayam, not meditating, etc., but being the "sporting Self", egoless and free.
AG 1.26 "Truly, everything in this universe is filled through and through by your Atman alone. Thus, there is no meditator or meditation in your mind. How is it that you are meditating without any sense of shame?"
AG 3.26 "I always work as though the greatest work is no work, I always honour my body as though it exists and does not exist; my greatest sport is to renounce my renouncement; I am knowledge of immortality, I am essence of equanimity, I am like the sky."
And from Hafiz, "I have learned so much",
Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed
Me
Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.
And happy just to Be!
The body is Maa’s actor
A player on Maa’s stage
Its entrances and exits
Written in her stars.
The chart is just a job description
A bit part in her day dream
Not meant to be taken personally.
But it grabs every ego
And gives it self-esteem,
The ego builds concepts
Of immortality and escape
It starves the body,
And tortures the lungs
While trying to dodge fate.
I say, untrammeled by the ego
Let the body be
Fully nourished,
And full of life
Each cell in its majesty,
Dancing Maa’s dance of life
Concept free. 1
1 AG 3.42 "I have told you the quintessence of the Supreme Reality. There is neither you nor I nor superior nor teacher nor disciple. The Ultimate Reality is simple and spontaneous. I am Existence-Knowledge-Bliss and boundless as space." Purohit uses this line I like: "The ultimate truth is simple, endowed with the beauty of sporting Self." So this poem is about not getting locked in on the ego, or taking life personally, or trying to escape, not fasting, not doing pranayam, not meditating, etc., but being the "sporting Self", egoless and free.
AG 1.26 "Truly, everything in this universe is filled through and through by your Atman alone. Thus, there is no meditator or meditation in your mind. How is it that you are meditating without any sense of shame?"
AG 3.26 "I always work as though the greatest work is no work, I always honour my body as though it exists and does not exist; my greatest sport is to renounce my renouncement; I am knowledge of immortality, I am essence of equanimity, I am like the sky."
And from Hafiz, "I have learned so much",
Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed
Me
Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.
Shine
You spoke of random killing
That evil sparks a new.
I have the power to do something
To bid this darkness adieu.
I thought it was for God to do
And for me just to Be;
But I know the power I’ve been given
To light the domes of Fairfield
For I am the beautiful field,
The field of bliss.
And where my light shines
Darkness cannot prevail.
But is there enough power
To light the hearts of man;
To placate the hate
And heal all the wounds?
What can one do
When each person casts
His own shadow,
Contracted egos so far from love
Hiding from the infinite.
All one can do is radiate
To shine with bliss and love
Ego less, undirected like sunlight
A nova of goodness
Radiated from the human spine.
And you my friend Goodman
Incarnated to spread Good.
A sacred Heart alight
With golden light,
And eyes full of compassion.
You’ve washed away your ego
With tears of despair
And now your divinity
Begins to shine
With love for all mankind.
Your individual life is over
So now stop this mourning
And step into your glory.
Throw off your basket of woe
And radiate your light
For your Humanity, your goodness
Is a sweet blessing to us all.
That evil sparks a new.
I have the power to do something
To bid this darkness adieu.
I thought it was for God to do
And for me just to Be;
But I know the power I’ve been given
To light the domes of Fairfield
For I am the beautiful field,
The field of bliss.
And where my light shines
Darkness cannot prevail.
But is there enough power
To light the hearts of man;
To placate the hate
And heal all the wounds?
What can one do
When each person casts
His own shadow,
Contracted egos so far from love
Hiding from the infinite.
All one can do is radiate
To shine with bliss and love
Ego less, undirected like sunlight
A nova of goodness
Radiated from the human spine.
And you my friend Goodman
Incarnated to spread Good.
A sacred Heart alight
With golden light,
And eyes full of compassion.
You’ve washed away your ego
With tears of despair
And now your divinity
Begins to shine
With love for all mankind.
Your individual life is over
So now stop this mourning
And step into your glory.
Throw off your basket of woe
And radiate your light
For your Humanity, your goodness
Is a sweet blessing to us all.
Service
Though completely full within
My life is empty without
No attachments, no connections
No motivations, no aspirations;
No one to claim my time
And though my heart brims with love
That I’ve offered to a few
There are no takers
And so I say to you
Here is my life
Otherwise unspoken for
Not even by me
Reserved by time
Free for your use;
Do you need a shoulder?
Or someone to lend you an ear
Or keep you company on a long lonely walk
Or hold your hand
Or touch you with tenderness
Or simply to acknowledge you,
Can I find you a book
An inspiring quote
Flash a light
In the dark tunnel of despair
For time has left me on a shelf
A book authored by God for you.
Maa's Place
I’ve never felt Love
So tangibly as here
First I called Dharmesh
By his name
And saluted him
With folded hands and a smile.
Then I called him buddy,
And then I called him Brother.
There were no words to say
I could only hug him
We had deep love for each other.
When Sadananda left
Tears filled my eyes
My heart reached out to him
It surprised me that I cried.
Before Projeet left he walked by
I saluted him from the roof
He smiled brightly and wished me well
But I could hardly find words
With love for him my whole being surged
Swami spoke with me sweetly
Of Puja and tyvak
I was misty eyed
His presence the best snack
So tangibly as here
First I called Dharmesh
By his name
And saluted him
With folded hands and a smile.
Then I called him buddy,
And then I called him Brother.
There were no words to say
I could only hug him
We had deep love for each other.
When Sadananda left
Tears filled my eyes
My heart reached out to him
It surprised me that I cried.
Before Projeet left he walked by
I saluted him from the roof
He smiled brightly and wished me well
But I could hardly find words
With love for him my whole being surged
Swami spoke with me sweetly
Of Puja and tyvak
I was misty eyed
His presence the best snack
Ramana
Ramana said
To pursue self-inquiry
To ask, “who am I”
And so I sat
For many a month
And many a year
Asking “who am I”
Waiting for the light to dawn,
In vain,
For no answer came.
Then one day
Tired of my own stupidity
I asked Ramana
“who am I”
tingles of Bliss
flowed over my head
tears welled in my eyes
warmth and love flowed in my heart
Ah! Ramana
Is this I?
Pure Love!
To pursue self-inquiry
To ask, “who am I”
And so I sat
For many a month
And many a year
Asking “who am I”
Waiting for the light to dawn,
In vain,
For no answer came.
Then one day
Tired of my own stupidity
I asked Ramana
“who am I”
tingles of Bliss
flowed over my head
tears welled in my eyes
warmth and love flowed in my heart
Ah! Ramana
Is this I?
Pure Love!
Tree of Life
You are a tree of Love
Of light,
Your flowers blossom like
Well loved hearts,
Your fruit is ripe and
Full of joy,
Your strength and shade
Protect others,
Your roots, tangled webs
Of sensitivity,
Go deep into the
Mother,
Your branches, with skyward
Aspirations,
Seek to touch the feet
0f our lord.
You are a burning bush with
The light of God
Flaming about thee!
You are full, from the bright
Light of God,
To the moist dank warmth
The fertile richness of
Mother earth’s sensuous charm.
My mind soars with yours,
Delighted by color,
By music
By gurus
By life.
My body rocks with yours
Ecstatic in a sea of
Pleasure,
Tranquil I rest against
Your trunk,
Protected by your
Thigh-like roots.
Your breath carries the fragrance
Of your blossoms,
Light and airy like a skyward
Rushing angel,
It brings the promise of the rich fertility
Of the mother,
Ample, full of life,
Fertile and fecund.
All generations of the Earth
Could come from this
Eve-like tree,
Born between the roots
In the womb of the earth,
To scatter from the branches
In a thousand flowers
Of light.
Blown by the wind to the
Far corners of truth.
Ah! The Vedanta Tree
The rich tree of Life
The womb of Brahma
So easy to love
Of light,
Your flowers blossom like
Well loved hearts,
Your fruit is ripe and
Full of joy,
Your strength and shade
Protect others,
Your roots, tangled webs
Of sensitivity,
Go deep into the
Mother,
Your branches, with skyward
Aspirations,
Seek to touch the feet
0f our lord.
You are a burning bush with
The light of God
Flaming about thee!
You are full, from the bright
Light of God,
To the moist dank warmth
The fertile richness of
Mother earth’s sensuous charm.
My mind soars with yours,
Delighted by color,
By music
By gurus
By life.
My body rocks with yours
Ecstatic in a sea of
Pleasure,
Tranquil I rest against
Your trunk,
Protected by your
Thigh-like roots.
Your breath carries the fragrance
Of your blossoms,
Light and airy like a skyward
Rushing angel,
It brings the promise of the rich fertility
Of the mother,
Ample, full of life,
Fertile and fecund.
All generations of the Earth
Could come from this
Eve-like tree,
Born between the roots
In the womb of the earth,
To scatter from the branches
In a thousand flowers
Of light.
Blown by the wind to the
Far corners of truth.
Ah! The Vedanta Tree
The rich tree of Life
The womb of Brahma
So easy to love
Buddha's Song
Each thought begins a Siren’s song
Beckoning the soul into Maya’s delusion
To while away the hours and years – mystified
The soul besotted with ill got gain -
Pleasure-pain untold desires
Dark shaped and unshaped fears
Steal away the years.
But all thought ends with the
Tolling of funeral bells.
Life was not lived but dreamed
No progress made on this wheel
Hope, fear, lust and greed,
Thought herself have stolen away
Souls chance for immortality.
Why live a life?
Why think a thought
When all is destined for
Kali’s crunching Jaws
She brings sudden death
With time only to ask
“What was this life for?”
Or she grants old age
And devours slowly from within
Weakness, pain, senses dulled,
Thought gives way to each moment
The feeling of our mortality,
We wait for death to open the door
And end our uselessness.
Where can I find immortality?
In my child and grand children?
All family life, all society are just
The futile urge of man to stretch his years
Perhaps with progeny he earns the right
To return to the wheel and play again
This futile game of life.
Refuse, rebel, reject the wheel
Deny Kali even a moment of thought.
Stop the mind before each thought
Lest it destroys the immortal I,
With vague wanderings in the field of dreams.
Each thought begins a Siren’s song
And ends with the tolling of the bells.
Beckoning the soul into Maya’s delusion
To while away the hours and years – mystified
The soul besotted with ill got gain -
Pleasure-pain untold desires
Dark shaped and unshaped fears
Steal away the years.
But all thought ends with the
Tolling of funeral bells.
Life was not lived but dreamed
No progress made on this wheel
Hope, fear, lust and greed,
Thought herself have stolen away
Souls chance for immortality.
Why live a life?
Why think a thought
When all is destined for
Kali’s crunching Jaws
She brings sudden death
With time only to ask
“What was this life for?”
Or she grants old age
And devours slowly from within
Weakness, pain, senses dulled,
Thought gives way to each moment
The feeling of our mortality,
We wait for death to open the door
And end our uselessness.
Where can I find immortality?
In my child and grand children?
All family life, all society are just
The futile urge of man to stretch his years
Perhaps with progeny he earns the right
To return to the wheel and play again
This futile game of life.
Refuse, rebel, reject the wheel
Deny Kali even a moment of thought.
Stop the mind before each thought
Lest it destroys the immortal I,
With vague wanderings in the field of dreams.
Each thought begins a Siren’s song
And ends with the tolling of the bells.
Open
Take off your armor
Unfasten your soul
Free up your heart
Be free not dead
Not held in check
Live while you breath
Let death take care of death
Your priority is not feeling
Fearing you will get lost
You should be living
Joy is in the toss.
Three months of sorrow
After six years of fading
Is enough time to mourn
Healing won’t come till you are reborn
Am I free because I’m strong
Or strong because I’m free
This moment is it
All there ever will be
If I fill it with
100 percent of me
there can be no past tears
no future fears
so I love intensely
no prerequisites for love
not skinny hips, not divorce decrees
now is the time to love – begin!
Unfasten your soul
Free up your heart
Be free not dead
Not held in check
Live while you breath
Let death take care of death
Your priority is not feeling
Fearing you will get lost
You should be living
Joy is in the toss.
Three months of sorrow
After six years of fading
Is enough time to mourn
Healing won’t come till you are reborn
Am I free because I’m strong
Or strong because I’m free
This moment is it
All there ever will be
If I fill it with
100 percent of me
there can be no past tears
no future fears
so I love intensely
no prerequisites for love
not skinny hips, not divorce decrees
now is the time to love – begin!
Mental Life
Ah! The life of the Mind
The Philosopher’s musings
The Artist’s creation
The Musician’s melody
The Writer’s characters
The Mystic’s visions.
What frail images
Compared to the
Creator’s palate.
What Philosopher can imagine
The intricacies of the Universe?
What Artist draw Earth’s glory?
What Musician play
Wind, ocean and birdsong?
What characters portrayed
Match the drama of ourselves?
What vision match the
Mysterious cosmos?
The life of the mind
An elongated bubble in time
Is the death of life.
The Philosopher’s musings
The Artist’s creation
The Musician’s melody
The Writer’s characters
The Mystic’s visions.
What frail images
Compared to the
Creator’s palate.
What Philosopher can imagine
The intricacies of the Universe?
What Artist draw Earth’s glory?
What Musician play
Wind, ocean and birdsong?
What characters portrayed
Match the drama of ourselves?
What vision match the
Mysterious cosmos?
The life of the mind
An elongated bubble in time
Is the death of life.
Silent Spring
I’ve lived a life
Of love and duty
Duty more than love
And ridden through many
A winter of love
Can there be a
Spring and summer
Before my juices are
In full decline?
And now without duty
What is left except to love?
Perhaps my duty is to love.
I could sit alone
A silent spring
Reliving the summers of my past
Or hoping for insights that last
But everything is
As fragile as a caress
As fleeting as a kiss
So don’t underestimate
The value of my tenderness.
Of love and duty
Duty more than love
And ridden through many
A winter of love
Can there be a
Spring and summer
Before my juices are
In full decline?
And now without duty
What is left except to love?
Perhaps my duty is to love.
I could sit alone
A silent spring
Reliving the summers of my past
Or hoping for insights that last
But everything is
As fragile as a caress
As fleeting as a kiss
So don’t underestimate
The value of my tenderness.
All This is That?
You see a sink full of dirty dishes
I, a philosopher, see Brahman.
You think the philosopher
should wash the dishes.
But Brahman is the washer,
Bhahman is the dish
Brahman is the dirt
And Brahman is the act of washing
If all is Brahman
What is there to do?
You would like clean food
To eat without indigestion
I say indigestion is Brahman
You say, pointedly looking at me,
“Brahman is a pain in the ass”
sometime later when I’m hungry
I ask you for some lunch
You say, “eat Brahman”
I say, “yes, a Brahman stew?”
“No! Brahman air!”
I, a philosopher, see Brahman.
You think the philosopher
should wash the dishes.
But Brahman is the washer,
Bhahman is the dish
Brahman is the dirt
And Brahman is the act of washing
If all is Brahman
What is there to do?
You would like clean food
To eat without indigestion
I say indigestion is Brahman
You say, pointedly looking at me,
“Brahman is a pain in the ass”
sometime later when I’m hungry
I ask you for some lunch
You say, “eat Brahman”
I say, “yes, a Brahman stew?”
“No! Brahman air!”
Like me
I’ve heard of lips
Sweeter than wine
Now I understand;
Yours are ambrosia
For even if blind,
The touch of your lips
And life still would delight
Love like a magic genie
Is cooped up in this body
Cramped in this soul
And wants to expand infinitely;
To you, through you.
I know you need your rest
To you I am still a stranger
But there is nothing strange
About you to me
Like my arm, like my leg
I don’t sense any boundary
I guess that answers
Why you?
Because you feel like me.
Sweeter than wine
Now I understand;
Yours are ambrosia
For even if blind,
The touch of your lips
And life still would delight
Love like a magic genie
Is cooped up in this body
Cramped in this soul
And wants to expand infinitely;
To you, through you.
I know you need your rest
To you I am still a stranger
But there is nothing strange
About you to me
Like my arm, like my leg
I don’t sense any boundary
I guess that answers
Why you?
Because you feel like me.
Boundless
You must be happy
From within
Not buoyed up
By my adoration
For the more
You are you
The more
You are free
The more you
Are free
The fewer boundaries;
The fewer boundaries
The closer you are to me.
The more you
Are you
The more you
Express wholeness
The more we
Are wholeness
The more we are One
The more you are you
The more you are me.
From within
Not buoyed up
By my adoration
For the more
You are you
The more
You are free
The more you
Are free
The fewer boundaries;
The fewer boundaries
The closer you are to me.
The more you
Are you
The more you
Express wholeness
The more we
Are wholeness
The more we are One
The more you are you
The more you are me.
Innocent Love
I’m not asking you
To be the object
Of my love,
You simply are!
What amazes me
Is that I love
And more that I love
As moonishly
As completely
As innocently
As when I was sixteen
Clearly this flow
Comes out of me
But not to just
Any you!
Perhaps I’ve loved
So seldomly
Because I lose
Myself in intoxication
Where there is love
What need is there
For anything else?
How can people love
And go to work?
Is that love or
Watered wine?
You are so romantic
Yet you question love
So poetic
Yet you despise love
So mistrustful
Yet easily infatuated
Still refusing to surrender to love
You suffocate in partial love
And struggle for identity
When there can be none in love.
Love works as worship and
In no other way!
This concept of a
Whole person,
Who incidently doesn’t need love
Loving a whole person who
Also doesn’t need anyone
Is a little fuzzy.
Full love only comes
With total realization
And then there is no other!
Human love is needy love,
I and Thou.
So how do I need you
Not for lust, although fun
Not for a teddy bear, although comforting
But to feel the flow
Of life’s heartbeat.
To be the object
Of my love,
You simply are!
What amazes me
Is that I love
And more that I love
As moonishly
As completely
As innocently
As when I was sixteen
Clearly this flow
Comes out of me
But not to just
Any you!
Perhaps I’ve loved
So seldomly
Because I lose
Myself in intoxication
Where there is love
What need is there
For anything else?
How can people love
And go to work?
Is that love or
Watered wine?
You are so romantic
Yet you question love
So poetic
Yet you despise love
So mistrustful
Yet easily infatuated
Still refusing to surrender to love
You suffocate in partial love
And struggle for identity
When there can be none in love.
Love works as worship and
In no other way!
This concept of a
Whole person,
Who incidently doesn’t need love
Loving a whole person who
Also doesn’t need anyone
Is a little fuzzy.
Full love only comes
With total realization
And then there is no other!
Human love is needy love,
I and Thou.
So how do I need you
Not for lust, although fun
Not for a teddy bear, although comforting
But to feel the flow
Of life’s heartbeat.
Burning bush
I haven’t seen a
Burning bush of late
And if I did
It would turn to ash
Hearsay tales of God
Do not placate
Not as real as
Your skin or lash
The touch of Karuna Mai
Is a wonderful fate
Bliss tingles my skin
Like a fleeting rash
But she’s gone so soon
It doesn’t satiate
So let me cultivate bliss
At the smell of your sash
And beam with joy
With you as my mate
For hearsay tales of the Gods
Are as useful as yesterdays trash
Burning bush of late
And if I did
It would turn to ash
Hearsay tales of God
Do not placate
Not as real as
Your skin or lash
The touch of Karuna Mai
Is a wonderful fate
Bliss tingles my skin
Like a fleeting rash
But she’s gone so soon
It doesn’t satiate
So let me cultivate bliss
At the smell of your sash
And beam with joy
With you as my mate
For hearsay tales of the Gods
Are as useful as yesterdays trash
Thank you
Thank you
For stopping by
You broke a thought
In mid-stride
But strode in
A poem itself
Thank you for
Your blue eyes
And pretty smile
Ever gentle
Ever kind
Ever hopeful
Always overcoming
Fatigue, flu and hardship
To smile
Brightness on the day
For stopping by
You broke a thought
In mid-stride
But strode in
A poem itself
Thank you for
Your blue eyes
And pretty smile
Ever gentle
Ever kind
Ever hopeful
Always overcoming
Fatigue, flu and hardship
To smile
Brightness on the day
Live
Your lack of interest in life
Is because you fear to live life
Fun like biking you avoid
Independence like driving you fear
Enriching travel not for you
Living in nature where you feel its balance
Or camped surrounded by its majesty not for you
Nor adventure with its risk, excitement and reward
The touch of love
Might bring a frightful germ
The worse that can happen
From all the joys of life
Is the death you have already chossen
Perhaps through action
You would only win
A temporary resurgence
Of youthful joy
Exuberance transparent
To the philosopher’s eye
But perhaps you’d see
Your place in the flow
And realize an eternity of Being
That is free from fear
Both youthful joy
And flow of Being
Are treasures
Of the moment
While fear of death
And meaninglessness
Are only in the mind’s
Imagined time
You live until
You die
So live fully
Otherwise
You die
Until you live.
Is because you fear to live life
Fun like biking you avoid
Independence like driving you fear
Enriching travel not for you
Living in nature where you feel its balance
Or camped surrounded by its majesty not for you
Nor adventure with its risk, excitement and reward
The touch of love
Might bring a frightful germ
The worse that can happen
From all the joys of life
Is the death you have already chossen
Perhaps through action
You would only win
A temporary resurgence
Of youthful joy
Exuberance transparent
To the philosopher’s eye
But perhaps you’d see
Your place in the flow
And realize an eternity of Being
That is free from fear
Both youthful joy
And flow of Being
Are treasures
Of the moment
While fear of death
And meaninglessness
Are only in the mind’s
Imagined time
You live until
You die
So live fully
Otherwise
You die
Until you live.
Favorite Cats
It started with Freddie
An engineer in a cat’s small body
She hung out on the highest roof
A one inch branch her only bridge
She’d tiptoe across a four foot gap
Then shinny down the tree
She’s save 6 feet of backward shinny
By leaping to the first floor roof
Then leapt back again to the tree
Crossing over from one trunk to
A thin branch upon another
She’d leap eight feet to the garage
Her journey but half done
Then dropping to the fence top
She’d walk this rough ¾ inch path
For thirty feet or more
Then to the log pile and
To the earth her pilgrimage complete.
Now Midnight was her understudy
He grew up under the stove.
For Freddie was a jealous queen
And cared not for the snot nosed brat
But he followed her and aped her
And she came to tolerate his presence
But when she left the house
From the upstairs window-
leaping to the tree
Defiant of height and death,
He could only whine
Nervous with fear.
He couldn’t make the leap
He’d crouch upon the edge
Endlessly preparing his leap
Until one day his legs betrayed him
And swept him off his feet
And he was clinging to the tree
Never learning the jump to the garage
He shinnied all the way down
Now for some time he’s been away
And Freddie’s gone
No longer here to show him the way
He runs to the window
And cries a bit
Anxious to deploy
Then runs inside
Fearful of his audacity.
Perhaps someday soon he’ll
Leap again and shinny down the tree
But now like all of us He hesitates to be free.
An engineer in a cat’s small body
She hung out on the highest roof
A one inch branch her only bridge
She’d tiptoe across a four foot gap
Then shinny down the tree
She’s save 6 feet of backward shinny
By leaping to the first floor roof
Then leapt back again to the tree
Crossing over from one trunk to
A thin branch upon another
She’d leap eight feet to the garage
Her journey but half done
Then dropping to the fence top
She’d walk this rough ¾ inch path
For thirty feet or more
Then to the log pile and
To the earth her pilgrimage complete.
Now Midnight was her understudy
He grew up under the stove.
For Freddie was a jealous queen
And cared not for the snot nosed brat
But he followed her and aped her
And she came to tolerate his presence
But when she left the house
From the upstairs window-
leaping to the tree
Defiant of height and death,
He could only whine
Nervous with fear.
He couldn’t make the leap
He’d crouch upon the edge
Endlessly preparing his leap
Until one day his legs betrayed him
And swept him off his feet
And he was clinging to the tree
Never learning the jump to the garage
He shinnied all the way down
Now for some time he’s been away
And Freddie’s gone
No longer here to show him the way
He runs to the window
And cries a bit
Anxious to deploy
Then runs inside
Fearful of his audacity.
Perhaps someday soon he’ll
Leap again and shinny down the tree
But now like all of us He hesitates to be free.
Passion
I am passionate
beyond words
I find the ocean
in a wave
and immortality
in a kiss.
your eyes
your lips
your breasts
the gateway
to this moment
the eternal now.
With mind arrested
past and future
kneel in awe
of silent present
for what thought
matches the warmth
of your flesh
or kindles
the fire of Being
like your subtle breath.
to worship
you as Divine
is to wake
into the Presence
of Being
Being
Being
My mind is still.
Each cell alive
with vibrant
audacious life
then settled
in Peace
there is only
Presence
witness of
Itself
beyond words
I find the ocean
in a wave
and immortality
in a kiss.
your eyes
your lips
your breasts
the gateway
to this moment
the eternal now.
With mind arrested
past and future
kneel in awe
of silent present
for what thought
matches the warmth
of your flesh
or kindles
the fire of Being
like your subtle breath.
to worship
you as Divine
is to wake
into the Presence
of Being
Being
Being
My mind is still.
Each cell alive
with vibrant
audacious life
then settled
in Peace
there is only
Presence
witness of
Itself
Shiva's eyes
The bliss face
is not my everyday face.
they would lock me up
electrocute my brain
if I wore it everyday
It comes in the meditation hall
when I think of you
or don't think of you
It comes when I aknowledge you
in any form
A cat, a dog, a person
can start the chills, the truth bumps
that preceed the bliss face
as I connect with you
Sometimes tears of love and gratitude
come with the bliss face,
and laughter and joy
but in flying
it comes as lightning
as power, as a wave of divinity
it comes with no thought
the things and strings
of tangled life
all that, all that, all gone.
I am insulated from all that
by beatitude
The bliss face is innocent
like a child at play
but it is no child's face,
for behind the eyes
is a dome of silent light
brilliant light.
And when the eyes open
radiant benevolent grace
pours through these eyes
they are Shiva's eyes.
Not Shiva in the sense
of a separate God invoked
but Shiva as the Self
Unveiled, revealed
Shiva's eyes are only half open
For he only sees himself
and the infinite compassion and love
he radiates, if eyes were full open
would sear the shadow world
melding all in Unity
and stop Shakti's dance. 1
1. The Self that shines as the infinite Eye
Can never see phenomenal triads.
Its gaze, the blazing flame of pure
Awareness, burns all other things
To its own fiery brightness.
Stanza 879
The Garland of Guru's Sayings, Sri Muruganar
A related poem on Shiva's eyes
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Kurtz? He dead!
As I lay dying
whispered
"The Glory"
"The Glory"
Kurtz, he dead 1
Papa Purush, he dead 2
Ego, he dead. 3
The Glory
The Glory
Shiva's eyes are blind,
They see no thing,
no differentiation
only Totality 4
Only the Glory
Only the Glory
Only the Glory
1 Kurtz was the character in Conrad's "Heart of Darkness" who
acting as an agent in the Belgium Congo, immersed in the worst
that human greed has to offer, where King Leopold's agents killed
10,000,000, half the indigenous population, whispered
his last words "the horror, the horror" on his death bed.
2 Papa Purush or dark person refers to a vision Ramakrishna had
in which a black person came out of him and was then killed by a
shining person. Papa Purush was his bad karma,
and any darkness left within, from then on he was completely pure.
3. Larry Shine spoke of evolving beyond the ego, which he equated
with Satan. He used the expression "putting Satan under your foot".
This was the death of the ego. With a glimpse of "the glory", the ego,
Kurtz, papa purush lies dying. When Papa Purush is dead, the Self
sees with only Shiva's eyes.
4. True Awareness is the infinite Eye
Which sees no other, no duality,
No good and evil, subject, object,
Time, space, seed and fruit of seed.
stanza 880
The Garland of Guru's Sayings Sri Muruganar with
approval by Ramana Maharshi
And: "Bhuma is the Supreme yatra naanyat pasyati yatra naanyat srunoti sa bhuma (one does not see any other, hears nothing, it is Perfection). It is indefinable and indescribable. It is as it is." Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi - talk 68 Hence Shiva's eyes are blind.
8/20/2013 I find this in "Talks with Sri Ramana Maharshi"
"Again Sri Bhagavan said that in the whole Thayumanavar literature one stanza which says : "Ego disappearing another "I" - "I" spontaneously manifests in full glory"" Since this poem was about as the Ego lay dying something beyond the ego whispered "the glory, the glory", the parallel is striking.
Easter Ravings 2011
I dropped chocolate yesterday
so the mind
could soar free;
buzzing nerves
kept sleep away
in the post midnight silence
when other minds dream
I’m free, not bound
by consensus reality *
then in reverie
I searched for the cosmic egg
and found it,
not here or there,
nor here and now
but everywhere
and every when
that edgeless place
the beginning end
of time and space
at every point
a shimmering aurora
of all possibility
infinite correlation
the quantum wave
uncollapsed
unobserved, so
unmanifest
omnipresent
omniscient
tasting Brahman
Goswami’s quantum monad
Buddha’s Bodhisattva
there I Am always
each thought cracks the egg
collapses the immortal wave
creates spacetime,
duality
ego reigns,
hearts mourn
with the indignity
I chose resurrection
crucified the doubting mind
felt the heart
and soared free
once again non-local
ripe with possibility
the Christ light
And as that light
shimmering in ecstasy
I dance with you
and bless you
and heal you
and love you
* " That which is the night of all beings, for the disciplined man is the time of waking, when other beings are waking, then is the night for the sage who seeth" Bhagavad Gita 11.69
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