Monday, February 25, 2019

Dedicated to Mystic Enigma within

Into the Emptiness


If only I had,
something to say
I’d rattle on,
night and day…
How my life had begun,
How it was shaped
What future it holds
That death betrays
The food that I eat,
Or the friends insane
The madness of the day
That sleep forsakes
Life as it dawns,
occupies my thoughts
The feelings of the moment
Don’t matter at all
As I look in silence,
Memories fade
Into the “emptiness”
Life shapes once again….


Bows

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EGOISTIC


There seems to be this monster
All locked inside of me
Where I to free it for a moment
It would virtually strangle me

It’s gentle when I feed it
It dwells on thoughts & words
It has not limitations
A vision beyond my words

Struggling to keep it in bondage
At times it runs scot free
It kindles up a fire
That’s just not meant to be

It portrays me in its image
One I can’t detest
It can hurt a lot of people
Were it not locked deep inside

A few call it my ego
The largest they have seen
In all my reasonable humbleness
It seems so dear to me

Were I to ever silence it
And let the people speak
I doubt in all my wisdom
There a monster would not be

Bows

पिता

18June was father's day.
I came across this beautiful poem , Sharing today.

पिता जीवन है, संबल है, शक्ति है

पिता सृष्टि के निर्माण की अभिव्यक्ति है

पिता उंगली पकड़े बच्चे का सहारा है

पिता कभी कुछ खंट्टा, कभी खारा है

पिता पालन है, पोषण है

परिवार का अनुशासन है

पिता धौंस से चलने वाला प्रेम का प्रशासन है

पिता रोटी है, कपड़ा है, मकान है

पिता छोटे से परिंदे का बड़ा आसमान है

पिता अप्रदर्शित अनन्त प्यार है

पिता है तो बच्चों को इंतजार है

पिता से ही बच्चों के ढेर सारे सपने हैं

पिता है तो बाजार के सब खिलौने अपने हैं

पिता से परिवार में प्रतिपल राग है

पिता से ही मां की बिंदी और सुहाग है

पिता परमात्मा की जगत के प्रति आसक्ति है

पिता गृहस्थ आश्रम में उच्च स्थिति की भक्ति है

पिता अपनी इच्छाओं का हनन और परिवार की पूर्ति है

पिता रक्त में दिए हुए संस्कारों की मूर्ति है

पिता एक जीवन को जीवन का दान है

पिता दुनिया दिखाने का अहसान है

पिता सुरक्षा है, सिर पर हाथ है

पिता नहीं तो बचपन अनाथ है

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Unchained



I wanted to dance
Or sing a song
Paint a portrait
Or just hang around
I wanted to laugh
That bellowing laugh
Whistle a tune
Or strum a guitar
Drink & get drunk
Just scream out aloud
Cry for no reason
Or mingle in a crowd
I wanted to clown around
As the world passed me by
Play around
Like a child in a park
But my fear was so great
What the world would have said
Would a fool I would make
Of my shy little self
As I sat to think
A realization just hit
Nothing was beyond me
I could do anything
As long as I didn’t care
What the world would think
My life would fulfill
The desires it brings
So all you folks
Who think me mad
I care a damn
Enough I have had
No more of your thoughts
The way I should be
Enough of this crap
Your thoughts I don’t need
Its my life, my world
That’s the way it will be
Take me as I am
Not what you want me to be

Satchidananda

Sat - I want to live a day more - Why ! Chit - To gain some Knowledge - Why ! Ananda - To have some Fun .... and Creation happened.

From Ananda .. Maya unfolded its Beauty through Four Ideas - Anu (atom) , Desha (space) , Kala (time) , Om ... IT reflected on Chitta - Conscisnce , when analyzed by Buddhi , The being by force of Purushakara , Watch the play through Kuthastha .
But when analyzed by Mind the Manas - then it get reflected in EGO and create more detailed universe of Maya , The Illusion.
The Causal body govorn by Pancha Tattwa those are - Gunas (Sattva , Rajas , Tamas) , Five Organ of Senses , Five Organ for Action , Five Tanmatras (no english) and Basic Five Elements ... and the Eternal being is grounded in Physical Body.

Until one knows that he is here to have Ananda , and will go back to eternal abode when he wish to do so , its fine ...... But when One forgets that there is no purpose of this life except blissful experience of self, the same maya created by him ground him eternally until and unless he strive to tear down this maya created by his own-self.

Hence the Yogi stays still in Kuthastha Chaitannya as long as they wish , a stage above Mind , Buddhi and Enjoys the eternal play of Maya .

See for yourself , It is very easy to get famous in this world of maya .... to be remembered by human history for thousands of years , (no clue ! ... Say become a humanitarian , donate a kidney , or Become a Mass Murderer , then become a Monk .. then go to facebook and upload a suicide video .... or slap a celebrity , or just scalp your own body part for the sake of beauty , then more scalp for more beauty - we all remember a saint or a maniac) , BUT ... the most Superior yogis go unnoticed.They Smile and Go.

GOD has never been the aim for a Sanatan Dharmavalambi ..... But Mukti is The true Aim. Know the Mechanics of LIFE as you cast it , otherwise , it does not matter how many time one prays , how many time one crys , how many blessings of saints one gets , NOTHING will work , And the mind will keep one repulsive from reality above Maya .

Below is the diagram I am uploading is Given by Yogiraj Shyamacharan Lahiri - Uploading it for preserving it .
It helped me a lot many years ago , may help many ahead.The diagram is from his Diary , but I made it in Paint.This will not make you self realized , but may motivate you.

Bows :)

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Thoughtfulness

People Come, People go
All they seek
Is what they already know
Their life seems so centered
Around them self’s they live
Never do they stop for a moment
On & on they go
Seeking the light of Wisdom
Closing their eyes to the world
They always portray an image
Of what they think of the world
Were they to stop & listen
To the silence within them self’s
The world would open in abundance
To the Universe that exist in their heads
An illusion of their life would reveal
The greatest truth of the mind
A breath taken in awareness
A breath taken divine

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The Creator

It’s a pity people don’t understand
What you’re trying to say or do
They are mostly locked up in a guilt cage
In a world of an illusion so true

They rumble on a lifetime
Marvel at a world astray
Mostly talk about nothing in particular
Never in a moment they stay

Given the slightest of instance
Memories would bring on some words
Lost in a futile madness
A life so blind to this world

Their eyes see but a perspective
Imbedded in their minds are thoughts
Their love so superficial
They’d rather live an illusion not real

Going around in circles
Lives limited to a well so deep
Ignorant to the ocean that surrounds them
A deep slumber they doth sleep

Awaken oh ignorant imbeciles
The world need not be this well
Listen to the music of nature
There is a Universe up ahead

Filled with awesome beauty
Amazing is each grain of sand
The wind it blows undaunted
The trees that for ages stand

Reach out & look at your madness
The insanity of it all
You are not what the Maker maketh
You are the Creator of it all

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who am i !


In the silence I enter …
In silence I leave
Not one to awaken …..
Narry a thought to keep

I come and go ….
In my mind alone
Asleep or awakened …
I thirst no more

The simplicity of life …
To fool the fool
It matters not …
The mind won’t keep

I am the greatest ….
I am the least
I am the unknown …
I am the beast …

The Yogic Interpretation of Ramayana As a Philosophy of Life..

Ra ’ means light, ‘ Ma ’ means within me, in my heart.
So,
Rama means the Light Within Me..

Rama was born to Dasharath & Kousalya.

Dasharath means ‘ Ten Chariots ’..
The ten chariots symbolize the five sense organs( Gnanendriya ) & five organs of action( Karmendriya ) ..

Kousalya means ‘ Skill ’..

The skillful rider of the ten chariots can give birth to Ram..

When the ten chariots are used skillfully,
Radiance is born within..

Rama was born in Ayodhya.
Ayodhya means ‘ a place where no war can happen ’..

When There Is No Conflict In Our Mind, Then The Radiance Can Dawn..

The Ramayana is not just a story which happened long ago..
It has a philosophical, spiritual significance and a deep truth in it..

It is said that the Ramayana is happening in our Own Body.

Our Soul is Rama,
Our Mind is Sita,
Our Breath or Life-Force ( Prana) is Hanuman,
Our Awareness is Laxmana and
Our Ego is Ravana..

When the Mind (Sita),is stolen by the Ego (Ravana), then the Soul (Rama) gets Restless..

Now the SOUL (Rama) cannot reach the Mind (Sita) on its own..
It has to take the help of the Breath – the Prana (Hanuman) by Being In Awareness(Laxmana)

With the help of the Prana (Hanuman), & Awareness(Laxmana),
The Mind (Sita) got reunited with The Soul (Rama) and The Ego (Ravana) died/ vanished..

In reality Ramayana is an eternal phenomenon happening all the time...

The Wretched Man ( Short Story)

There was once a wise man who lived simply. His simplistic food habits reflected this. He had a friend who, being a sycophant of the king, lived in great luxury.

One day this friend called on the wise man while he was eating. Looking at the food, the friend said, My friend, if you can please the king like me, you will be free from this wretched food.

The wise man smiled and replied, My friend, if you can be pleased with this simple food, you can be free from the wretched job of pleasing the king.

Triple Filter Test ( Short Story)

One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher Socrates and said, Do you know what I just heard about your friend?

Hold on a minute, Socrates replied. Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say. That’s why I call it the triple filter test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?

Well, no, the man said, actually I just heard about it and…

All right, said Socrates. So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now, let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?

Umm, no, on the contrary…

So, Socrates continued, you want to tell me something bad about my friend, but you’re not certain it’s true. You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left — the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?

No, not really.

Well, concluded Socrates, if what you want to tell me is neither true, nor good, nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?

A Taste Of Wisdom ( Short Story)

An aging master grew tired of his apprentice complaining and so, one morning, sent him for some salt.

When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it.

How does it taste? the master asked.

Ewww !! , spit the apprentice.

The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same handful of salt and put it in the lake.

The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, Now drink from the lake.

As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the master asked, How does it taste?

Fresh, remarked the apprentice.

Do you taste the salt? asked the master.

No, said the young man.

At this the master sat beside this serious young man, who so reminded him of himself, and took his hands, offering:

The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things. Stop being a glass. Become a lake.

Bows

The Donkey In The Well (Short Story)

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. they all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realised what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw.
With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off!

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The Rose Bud


As I strolled down the pathway
Enjoying all to see
The beauty of God’s nature
So serene, so free

I stopped by the road side
To pick up a flower
Got pricked on my finger
It wounded my heart

I cried out in pain
My feelings insane
Forgot my journey
As I pondered in vain

The bud was so pretty
So delicate, so plain
In the midst of fierce thorns
It set me ablaze

What was it with nature?
To create such a flower
And place it in surroundings
That could mar it or scar!

I watched it in silence
As it withstood the rain
Reached out to protect it
Got pricked once again

As weeks flew by
A month and a year
The bud still lingered
It never did sway

Through winter & summer
Heat & rain
In the melee it had blossomed
In nature it gained


The wisdom of the creator
The rose in its bloom
Were it not for the thorns
It would surely have been doomed

The lessons I learned
Was not just of the rose
As I continued my journey
In silence once more

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Why am "I''


What is it that draws me here …
Why do I bother when I am not heard?
What illusion is it for me to set free
I know I am not here, cause of me
Should I just walk away and let them be
Their illusion, their reality, the life they live
It is their choice, the way it should be
Not mine to change, not mine to live
Their past has no future, why can they not see
What binds them to death, does not exist
Why do they grieve, why do they mourn
For one that exist in their minds alone
They speak of Love, but only in words
They seek the wisdom, of what they fear
Their choice to change, the life they live
Their emotions, their feelings, their illusion
It matters not, the path they trod
At the end of their illusion
They will ‘Be’ no more ….

Random Thoughts

If everyone says you are wrong , you may not be wrong.
If everyone says you are right , you may not be right.
There is no wrong , there is no right , there is no good , there is no bad.
There is only perspective.
And perspective changes.With time , with experience , it changes with our personality.
Whatever changes is not eternal , be changeless .. be impersonal... be eternal.

Om Namaha Shivaya

Asthavakra Muni and Raja Janaka (Short Story)

At the ashram, Ashtavakra had gathered a few monks who were being taught by him. These monks slowly began to resent Janaka because whenever he came, Ashtavakra went out of his way and spent a lot of time with the king because they had such a good rapport with each other. The moment Janaka came, both of them lit up. With the monks whom Ashtavakra was teaching, he did not light up the same way. There was something between Janaka and Ashtavakra, which was resented by the monks.
The monks would whisper to each other, “Why has our Guru sold out to a man like that? It looks like our Guru is getting corrupted. This man is a king. He lives in a palace. He has got so many wives and so many children. He has so much wealth. Look at the way he walks. He walks like a king. And look at the way he is dressed. Look at the ornaments he wears. What is spiritual about him that our Guru should even pay attention to this man? We are here totally dedicated to our spiritual process. We have come here as monks but he is just ignoring us.”
Ashtavakra knew that this feeling was growing among his monks. So one day he arranged for something to happen. He was sitting and speaking to the monks in a hall and king Janaka was also present. As the discourse was going on, a soldier came barging into the room, bowed down to Janaka but not to Ashtavakra, and said, “Oh king, the palace is on fire! Everything is burning. The whole kingdom is in disarray.”
Janaka got up and just yelled at the soldier, “Get out of here! How dare you come and disturb the sathsang and how dare you bow down to me and not to my Guru! Just get out of here!” The soldier fled from the room. Janaka sat back down and Ashtavakra continued to speak.
A few days later, Ashtavakra set up something else. All of them were once again seated in the hall and Ashtavakra was giving a discourse. Right in the middle of the discourse, a helper in the ashram came running into the hall and said, “The monkeys have taken the clothes off the clothes-line and are playing havoc with the monks’ garments.”
All the monks immediately got up and ran to save their clothes. They did not want the monkeys to tamper with them. But when they got to the clothes-drying area, there were no monkeys and their loin cloths were still hanging on the clothes-line. They realized what had happened. They hung their heads down and walked back.
Then as a part of the discourse Ashtavakra said, “Look at this. This man is a king. A few days ago his palace was burning. His whole kingdom was in turmoil. Wealth at its peak was burning, but his concern was that his soldier disturbed the sathsang. That was his concern. You are monks. You have nothing. You don’t have a palace, you don’t have a wife, you don’t have children, you have got nothing. But when the monkeys came and picked up your clothing, you ran. Most people would not use your clothing even as mop cloths. That is the kind of clothing you wear. But for that loin cloth, without even paying attention to what I was saying, you just ran out to save those worthless pieces of cloth. Where is your renunciation? He is the true renunciate. He is a king but he is a renunciate. You are monks. You are using things that other people discard, but there is no renunciation in you. This is where you are. That is where he is.”
One’s progress within oneself has nothing to do with what a person does on the outside, what is most important is, what a person is doing within him or herself. What you are doing with the outside world is just social; you conduct yourself as it is suitable for the situation in which you exist. It has social relevance but no existential or spiritual relevance. How you are within yourself is all that matters.

Bows

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Here am ‘I’

Sitting in silence
The beauty of it all
The sound is deafening
The mind all bright
Birds chirp freely
The wind so light
Reflections of nature
Images of life
Words has no meanings
Butterflies fly
The trees and the ocean
Indifferent to life
Here I am
Here am ‘I’ …

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Lets Tango


Lets dance a tune
tango with words
Not seek the wisdom
that no one hears

Lets play a game
and call it life
Or listen to the silence
and be alive

Lets pass on the buck
to those who know
Their will not listen
to words they spoke

Lets play a tune
that never is heard
For silence is far louder
than words & words

Lets sit down and mingle
Not think what’s right
The need to be heard
May never arise

Lets free ones self
Of the need to be
I am not you
Neither you Me

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A Moment in Time

Seeking the path, to fortune untold
I stumbled on, my heart was sore
Unaware, that I was watched
I struggled to find that treasure spot

Searching high & low in vain
I scanned the depths, my feelings pained
Hunger & thirst, thus overcame me
Scared & lonely, my feelings betrayed me

Suddenly from the vortex within
Soft & Melodious a voice did speak
A glow of warmth, my heart at peace
my fear vanquished, my spirit brimmed

A conscience deep inside me moved
Asking me just what I yearn
Digging through the depths within
I spoke aloud, my inner thoughts

In a moment of silence, my life displayed
Past & present, yet future stayed
I asked of it what lay ahead
It smiled at me and then it said

“You dream of future, yet pass it by
You hunger and thirst, but know not why
Trust & Faith you place in me
Your future is but etched in thee”

“Listen to your inner being
Guided with the hand of mine
No matter what your future brings
Your life is but, a moment in time” 

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Journey 2


The light in darkness
Blinding eyes
Soothing sight
No star night

Sitting Alone
Behind self!
Wondering emptiness
No mind , no haste

Causeless beauty
Bubbling heart
Happiness within
Conscience un-dirt

Rift in emotion
Love abound
At last in Silence
Self is found 

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Emptiness

Where goes the heart
There goes the mind
Roaming in circles
Sitting on ones behind

Creating an illusion
Of a self to be
Pondering each emotion
That was never meant to be

The wisdom to see
Reality as it is
The emptiness that vanishes
As the Vase one fills

Seeking forever
A life to fulfill
Where does one venture
When to stay still

The memories but emotions
Captured in a moment
Good or bad
A past best forgotten

I watch & ponder
Does the river hold’s still?
Am ‘I’ the ‘Emptiness’
Or the vase that one fills ?

:)

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The Shadow, The Light

Into the reality I come
To disturb the illusion of the mind

In to the melee I enter
To bring silence to the mind

I walk the shadowed pathway
Unnoticed to ones sight

The light can never hide me
In darkness ever so bright

The fool in all his wisdom
Will never speak what’s right

The Wise in all ones wisdom
Will only speak a lie

The shadows will merge in darkness
As the light merges with light

As one stands in the Center
The Shadow and the Light

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My life, My World, The way I do ...

I can see a tear drop before it falls
I can see a dew drop when it calls
I can see an angel in all I see
I can see a flower in the fall

I can hear the thunder in a voice
I can hear the heart that won’t sway at all
I can hear the wind, blowing so free
I can hear the child inside of me

I can touch the stars riding so high
I can touch the oceans that spread so wide
I can touch each life I happen to see
I can touch your heart and set it free

I can feel the warmth of the blazing sun
I can feel the note in every song
I can feel my breath deep down inside
I can feel the world going round & round

I can taste the wisdom of my life
I can taste the sweetness that flows out right
I can taste the river, of thoughts running through
I can taste the joys my life conveys to you

I can sense the laughter in ones eyes
I can sense the thoughts playing through ones mind
I can sense the simplicity that life creates
I can sense we are alike, and yet not one

I can chase the dreams that belie my life
I can chase the wind if I were to fly
I can chase your heart to core & back
I can chase my life & live no more

I can set the world a blaze with words
I can set at peace my hearts desires
I can set the light to shine so bright
I can set a smile glowing in your eyes

I can break the coldness from your heart
I can break down and simply cry
I can break the chains & set me free
I can break the walls that you don’t see

I can do a lot of thing with words
I can do the things I’d never ventured
I can live a life just the way you do
But I’d rather live my life the way I do 

Eight Winds (Short Story)

Dongpo was an avid student of Buddhist teachings, and often discussed them with his good friend, the Zen master Foyin. The two lived across the river from one another - *** Dongpo's residence on the north side and Foyin's Gold Mountain Temple on the south side.


One day,  Dongpo felt inspired and wrote the following poem:


I bow my head to the heaven within heaven
Hairline rays illuminating the universe
The eight winds cannot move me
Sitting still upon the purple golden lotus


Impressed by himself,  Dongpo dispatched a servant to hand-carry this poem to Foyin. He felt certain that his friend would be just as impressed.
When Foyin read the poem, he immediately saw that it was both a tribute to the Buddha and a declaration of spiritual refinement. The "eight winds" in the poem referred to praise, ridicule, honor, disgrace, gain, loss, pleasure and misery - interpersonal forces of the material world that drove and influenced the hearts of men. Dongpo was actually saying that he had attained a higher level of spirituality, where these forces no longer affected him.
Smiling, the Zen master wrote "fart" on the manuscript and had it returned to Dongpo.


 Dongpo had been expecting compliments and a seal of approval, so he was shocked when he saw what the Zen master had written. He hit the roof: "How dare he insult me like this? Why that lousy old monk! He's got a lot of explaining to do!"


Full of indignation,  Dongpo ordered a boat to ferry him to the other shore as quickly as possible. Once there, he jumped off and charged into the temple. He wanted to find Foyin and demand an apology.
He found Foyin's door closed. On the door was a piece of paper, with the following two lines:


The eight winds cannot move me
One fart blows me across the river


This stopped Dongpo cold. Foyin had anticipated this hotheaded visit. Dongpo's anger suddenly drained away as he understood his friend's meaning. If he really was a man of spiritual refinement, completely unaffected by the eight winds, then how could he be so easily provoked?
With a few strokes of the pen and minimal effort, Foyin showed that  Dongpo was in fact not as spiritually advanced as he claimed to be. Ashamed but wiser, Dongpo departed quietly.

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Believing is seeing ! o.O or seeing is believing ! (Short Story)

One night Hodja was walking by a well when he had a sudden impulse to look inside of it. To his amazement he saw the reflection of the moon in the water and exclaimed:
" The moon has fallen into the well! I must save it somehow!"

He looked around and found a rope with a hook on the end of it so he threw it in the well and shouted:

"Grab the hook, moon, and hold tight! I'll pull you out!"

The rope latched onto a rock inside the well and Hodja pulled back on the rope as hard as he could. Suddenly the hook broke free from the rock and Hodja fell over on his back. Lying there, he noticed the moon high up in the sky above. He heaved a sigh of relief and said:

"Well, it wasn't easy, but it's sure a wonderful feeling to know that I've delivered the moon from the well!"

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Sands of Stillness

Walking sea shores
In the sands of time
Bare feet, wet sand
Scurrying crabs
Receding waves
In beauty of the land
Lost & amazed

Coconut trees
Swaying in the breeze
Whispering wind
Rustling leaves
Setting Sun, Golden sky
Fading sun light
Diminishing sight

Eyes closed
Breathing deep
Humility
One of a kind
Glistening skin
Vanishing thoughts
Gentle breeze
An ebbing tide

Moonlight reclaims
The darkened sky
Silent nature
Twinkling stars
Standing still
At ease with self
‘Awareness’
The beginning of life

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Truth

I wonder if
I should speak
or stay silent
And let them seek

In mind they come
to knowledge bare
To cover their feet
they will not dare

Endless thoughts
they write their life
On sand that cannot
end their strife

To "let go" is hard
for ones wish to live
A moment long gone
or a future that don’t exist

"I Know, I Know"
aloud one screams
To stop and listen
One just has to breathe

Truth a deception
Perceived by ones thoughts
I will not lie here
In one breath I could fall.

Monday, February 18, 2019

Moving to a New City (short story)

There was a person coming to a new village, relocating, and he was wondering if he would like it there, so he went to the Spiritual Master there and asked: do you think I will like it in this village? Are the people nice?

The master asked back: How were the people on the town where you come from?
 “They were nasty and greedy, they were angry and lived for cheating and stealing,” said the newcomer.
"Those are exactly the type of people we have in this village", said the master.

Another newcomer to the village visited the master and asked the same question, to which the master asked: How were the people in the town where you come from?
 “They were sweet and lived in harmony, they cared for one another and for the land, they respected each other and they were seekers of spirit,” he replied.
"Those are exactly the type of people we have in this village", said the master.

Bows :)

A thought again

Void is where there is nothing. It is not included in man's knowledge. Of course the void is nothingness. By knowing things that exist, you can know that which does not exist. That is the void.

A thought

Few days ago , I was passing through a Temple walking after the sunset.
It was a small temple complex , with many deities. Though basically it was a Shiva temple in the center , small temples of other Devas were surrounded , and in all of them Sandhya Vandanam was going on.

In one such temple of Mother Kalika , a priest was reading Ramanayam and few old ladies and gentlemen were listening.I was not listening to anything , not even myself , yet a sound just hit my head as one of the devotees asked the priest , " who is greater - mother Kali or Lord Ram ! - who should i pray to if i need moksha! "
 - i was shocked ! this is the condition of common people under hinduism !
I was even more shocked when the priest answered ! He said "Mahakali is dangerous so fear her , lord Ram is soft , so love him , do not compare !"
Regardless of Spiritual knowledge , we have been uprooted from our culture by skillful elimination of Sanskrit language.
Mother Kali - is Mahamaya , Bhrambha Vidya , the opposite of kalika is Shiva , the terrific , the intense VOID.

Where as Rama , if we decompress it according to sanskrit -

राम = र्+आ+म्+अ = र् +अ+अ+म्+अ

Swara Varna is male and independent; Vyanjan Varna is female and dependent. According to the rule of Panini Grammar “आद्यन्त विपर्ययश्च” in the decompress “राम” अ comes infront so it becomes= अ+र्+अ+अ+म्

Now र् +अ=उ
उ+अ=ओ
ओ+म् = ॐ
So finally we get राम= ॐ
Aum is hidden in Rama this way ,
This is the reason राम (Ram) word is called तारकब्रह्म (tarak Brahma).

Hindus should remember a Devotee should see his or her beloved in every aspect , in everything of life - in a stone , in a tree , in any idol - otherwise he or she is not a devotee.
If a devotee of Kali could not cry in the name of Rama , then his or her devotion is false , it is maligned by purposes.Devotion never follow any rules (like to judge devas who can give faster moksha) , devotion flows ........

Like Shiva is THE VOID , Kalika is the creator of maya , Mahamaya.
Rama is the Primordial sound , and Mata Sita is the Nourish-er as Mahalaxmi.

It does not matter what one do , all ways of Sanatan Dharma takes one to the same knowledge. Knowing Rama or knowing Kali are all the same, the priest should have been said "know one to know the other "


Ah! well ... i have a disclaimer too ... :
after reading above post , all the understandings are essentially yours.I have no compulsion to hurt anyone's sentiment and every particle of this creation is altered form of my supreme consciousness.  :)

The Stone Cutter (short story)


There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life.

One day he passed a wealthy merchant's house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. "How powerful that merchant must be!" thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant.

To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. "How powerful that official is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a high official!"

Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. "How powerful the sun is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the sun!"

Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. "How powerful that storm cloud is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a cloud!"


Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. "How powerful it is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be the wind!"


Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it - a huge, towering rock. "How powerful that rock is!" he thought. "I wish that I could be a rock!"


Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. "What could be more powerful than I, the rock?" he thought.
He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.

:)

USELESS LIFE (short story)

A farmer got so old that he couldn’t work the fields anymore. So he would spend the day just sitting on the porch. His son, still working the farm, would look up from time to time and see his father sitting there.
 “He’s of no use any more,” the son thought to himself, “he doesn’t do anything!”
One day the son got so frustrated by this, that he built a wooden coffin, dragged it over to the porch, and told his father to get in.

Without saying anything, the father climbed inside. After closing the lid, the son dragged the coffin to the edge of the farm where there was a high cliff. As he approached the drop, he heard a light tapping on the lid from inside the coffin. He opened it up. Still lying there peacefully, the father looked up at his son.
 “I know you are going to throw me over the cliff, but before you do, may I suggest something?”
 “What is it?” replied the son.
 “Throw me over the cliff, if you like,” said the father, “but save this good wooden coffin. Your children might need to use it.”

:)

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

To self

What are you searching !
is it me or you!
Is there any god in the throne !
Undefined quest and you are alone!

Pondering each emotions
Satisfying each need -
Simply passing time,
astounded , forgot to breath !

Mourning over past -
living for future
Sacrificing NOW
calling it life as you cast !

It would be alright ,
if you were okey
But you still suffer
as memories decays!

you desire someone or few
and call it love !
deeper you know too
its' compulsion , will evaporate like dew!

:)

Call of the Moment (short story)

Three travelers on a long and exhausting journey had become companions, and shared the same pleasures and sorrows, pooling all their resources. After many days they realized that all they had between them was a piece of bread and a mouthful of water in a flask. They fell to quarrelling as to who should have all the food. Making no progress on this score, they tried to divide the bread and water. Still they could not arrive at a conclusion.

As dusk was falling, one finally suggested that they should sleep. When they awoke, the person who had had the most remarkable dream would decide what should be done.

The next morning the three rose as the sun came up and the first traveler said, "This is my dream: I was carried away to places such as cannot be described, so wonderful and serene were they. I met a wise man who said to me, 'You deserve the food, for your past and future life are worthy and suitable subjects for admiration.'"

"How strange," said the second traveler. "For in my dream, I actually saw all my past and my future. In my future I saw a man of great knowledge, who said, 'You deserve the bread more than your friends, for you are more learned and patient. You must be well-nurtured, for you are destined to lead men,'"

The third traveler said, "In my dream I saw nothing, heard nothing, said nothing. I felt a compelling presence which forced me to get up, find the bread and water, and consume them then and there. And this is what I did."

The two companions were very angry and demanded to know why they were not called when the mysterious power compelled him to consume the bread.

"But you were far from here! One of you was carried away to far places and the other to another time! How could you hear my calling?" he replied.
:)

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

The Journey

In a flicker of the night
A light shone bright
And into existence
The mind revived
Feelings and emotions
Thoughts unheard
Living breathing
A life filled with words ...
There was no sadness...
There was no joy...
There was this silence...
That I enjoyed...
As emotions were played...
Moments sprung surprise...
Into the limits...
A tryst with life...
Humbled and Silent...
Empty and free...
No longer was ‘I’...
My destiny.

teachings (short story)

In keeping with his doctrine that nothing be taken too seriously, not even his own teachings,the Master loved to tell this story on himself:

"My very first disciple was so weak that the exercises killed him.

My second disciple drove himself crazy from his earnest practice of the exercises I gave him.

My third disciple dulled his intellect through too much contemplation.

But the fourth managed to keep his sanity."

"Why was that?" someone would invariably ask.

"Possibly because he was the only one who refused to do the exercises."

The Master's words would be drowned in howls of laughter.

:)

Perfection (short story)

A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where there lived a very old Saint. One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticulously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves. As he worked, the old saint watched him with interest from across the wall that separated the temples.

When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. "Isn't it beautiful," he called out to the old master. "Yes," replied the old man, "but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and I'll put it right for you."

After hesitating, the priest lifted the old fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the center of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden. "There," said the old man, "you can put me back now."

:)

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

................... .................

I sat in silence
Under the tree
Watching the birds
The cows and the bees
Butterflies flew
And insects crooned
The leaves whistled
An unearthly tune
Nature painted
A scenic view
The mountains, the forest
The skies and the muse

Bows :)

The beggar and the bread (short story)

A beggar came and sat before me. "I want bread," he said.

"How wise you are," I assured him. "Bread is what you need. And you have come to the right bakery." So I pulled my cookbook down from my shelf and began to tell him all I knew about bread.

I spoke of flour and wheat, of grain and barley. My knowledge impressed even me as I cited the measurements and recipe. When I looked up, I was surprised to see he wasn't smiling. "I just want bread," he said.

"How wise you are." I applauded his choice. "Follow me, and I'll show you our bakery." Down the hallowed halls I guided him, pausing to point out the rooms where the dough is prepared and the ovens where the bread is baked.

"None has such facilities. We have bread for every need. But here is the best part," I proclaimed as I pushed open two swinging doors. "This is our room of inspiration." I knew he was moved as we stepped into the auditorium full of stained-glass windows.

The beggar didn't speak. I understood his silence. With my arm around his shoulder, I whispered, "It overwhelms me as well." I then leaped to the podium and struck my favorite pose behind the lectern.

"People come from miles to hear me speak. Once a week, my workers gather, and I read to them the recipe from the cookbook of life."

By now the beggar had taken a seat on the front row. I knew what he wanted. "would you like to hear me?"

"No," he said, "but I would like some bread."

"How wise you are," I replied. And I led him to the front door of the bakery.
"What I have to say next is very important," I told him as we stood outside.

"Up and down this street you will find many bakeries. But take heed; they dont serve the true bread. I know of one who adds two spoons of salt rather than one. I know of another whose oven is three degrees too hot. They may call it bread," I warned, "but it's not according to the book."

The beggar turned and began walking away. "Don't you want bread?" I asked him.

He stopped, looked back at me, and shrugged, "I guess I lost my appetite."

I shook my head and returned to my office. "What a shame," I said to myself. "The world just isn't hungry for true bread anymore."

:)

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

One Breath

Life is so cool
Life is so calm
Life is so blissful
Life is a charm

Life is so simple
So graceful, so fine
Life is a breath
A moment in time

Life is a circle
A square or a pound
Its all in the mind
What goes round & around

What matters the most
Is what matters the least
The simplest of deeds
Brings peace to the mind

A breath in a moment
A breath unchained
A breath inhaled
A breath exhaled

Its never the same
Relaxes the brain
Alertness of mind
A life divine

Living a moment
One breath at a time
One heart, one soul
One moment in time

:)

A Slide Show (short story)

***A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand,with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket.
Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.
All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries.Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

* Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.
A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments.He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers.Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.
All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future.Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.


* Two builders of two castles. They have much in common.They shape granules into grandeurs.They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined.
And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.Yet that is where the similarities cease.
For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it.

* Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret.He knew this would happen. He is not surprised.And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles.He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.

* The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified.He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made.Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide. "It's my castle," he defies.
But ---- The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

:)

Oh My Cat ! (short story)

When the spiritual teacher and his disciples began their evening meditation, the cat who lived there makes such noise that it distracted them. So the teacher ordered that the cat be tied up during the evening practice. Years later, when the teacher died, the cat continued to be tied up during the meditation session. And when the cat eventually died, another cat was brought to the monastery and tied up.

Centuries later, learned descendants of the spiritual teacher wrote scholarly treatises about the religious significance of tying up a cat for meditation practice.

:)

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

Illusory Delusions

Sitting alone, sitting in silence
Am I here or am I not?
Does it matter the moment
Or is the illusion so strong
I may be an idiot
Or may be I am not
The wisest of wise
The most foolish of fools
Caught in an illusion
That may not be true
Wisdom an understatement
Ignorance to the wise
Life is but a creation
One’s own self derived
My life I may never divulge
As it is one that’s off my mind
I may seek all the answers to questions
That are but of my own mind
Looking into my madness
Seeking what’s not so divine
Am I just a drop in the ocean?
Or is the ocean a drop in mine ...!

:)

:) (short story)

The young disciple was such a prodigy that scholars from everywhere sought his advice and marveled at his learning.

When the governor was looking for an adviser, he came to the Master and said, "Tell me, is it true that the young man knows as much as they say he does?"

"Truth to tell," said the Master wryly, "the fellow reads so much I don't see how he could ever find the time to know anything."

Bows :)

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

Mesmerized

As I sit & silently ponder
How my life has come to past
Seeking what was never there
Desires of my mind & heart

Unforeseen the moment springs
Some of the greatest life it brings
Caterpillars to Butterflies
Me unto a paradise

Looking at what is not there
Listening to what is not heard
Reflections of a bird in flight
A fish swimming, a beat of a heart

A rose in all its beauty blooms
Neither thorns nor wind, can mar its blush
Radiant in its heavenly glow
Standing still, yet it did grow

A smile that lit a poor mans face
A helping hand, a peaceful place
A look around, as children play
Walking at a slowly pace

Sounds of silence in music flows
At traffic signals, at malls or home
The gap that blossoms whilst moving or still
The eyes that muse in beauty streams

The gentle wind that blows unseen
The river calm, nature serene
Bustling life, so full and free
Who am I, a no body

:)

Gifts of Insults (short story)

There once lived a great warrior. Though quite old, he still was able to defeat any challenger. His reputation extended far and wide throughout the land and many students gathered to study under him.

One day an infamous young warrior arrived at the village. He was determined to be the first man to defeat the great master. Along with his strength, he had an uncanny ability to spot and exploit any weakness in an opponent. He would wait for his opponent to make the first move, thus revealing a weakness, and then would strike with merciless force and lightning speed. No one had ever lasted with him in a match beyond the first move.

Much against the advice of his concerned students, the old master gladly accepted the young warrior's challenge. As the two squared off for battle, the young warrior began to hurl insults at the old master. He threw dirt and spit in his face. For hours he verbally assaulted him with every curse and insult known to mankind. But the old warrior merely stood there motionless and calm.
Finally, the young warrior exhausted himself. Knowing he was defeated, he left feeling shamed.

Somewhat disappointed that he did not fight the insolent youth, the students gathered around the old master and questioned him. "How could you endure such an indignity? How did you drive him away?"

"If someone comes to give you a gift and you do not receive it," the master replied, "to whom does the gift belong?"

:)

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

Expressions of moments

Some sights are seen
With eyes so closed
Some feelings are felt
As the moment unfolds
Some lives are touched
Yet unnoticed they go
Cause they are too busy living
An illusion of their own

Sometimes it matters not
As feelings comes on
A way of expressing
Emotions unbound
The limitless reasons
To the life one lives
Unexpressed sensations
Passions abound

Every sight, every sound
Brings on a craze
As shades from darkness
To light erased
A cluster of flowers
Just swaying in the breeze
An array of butterflies
A battalion of bees

At times awake
At times asleep
The moment slips on
In memories some keep
Limited to my own
My heart beats on
This moment I am here
The next I could be gone

:)

Right and wrong - (short story)

When sage held his seclusion-weeks of meditation, pupils from many places came to attend. During one of these gatherings a pupil was caught stealing. The matter was reported to the sage with the request that the culprit be expelled. The sage ignored the case.

Later the pupil was caught in a similar act, and again The sage disregarded the matter. This angered the other pupils, who drew up a petition asking for the dismissal of the thief, stating that otherwise they would leave in a body.

When The sage had read the petition he called everyone before him. “You are all wise ,” he told them. “You know what is right and what is not right. You may go somewhere else to study if you wish, but this poor fellow does not even know right from wrong. Who will teach him if I do not? I am going to keep him here even if all the rest of you leave.”
A torrent of tears cleansed the face of the brother who had stolen. All desire to steal had vanished.

:) Bows

Be the Boss (short story)

A horse suddenly came galloping quickly down the road. It seemed as though the man had somewhere important to go.
Another man, who was standing alongside the road, shouted, “Where are you going?”
and the man on the horse replied,
“I don’t kn.o..w...w ....! Ask the ho.r..s...e !!!!! ......”

:) Bows

Non-Judgement - (short story)

Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.
“Maybe,” replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
“Maybe,” answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
“Maybe,” said the farmer.

:) Bows

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

Does anything matter !

Does it matter… who I am
Does it matter … what I am
Does it matter .. how I may be
May be I am … what I’m meant to be

Would it matter at all … if I was no more
Would life be any different … were I to live no more
Would it be the same … were I to be gone
Would it matter at all … if I’d not come along

Would you care for a moment … if I was not by your side
Would you care for how long … were I to die
Would you care for a second … what I’d done
Would you care a life time … where I’d gone

Does anything in life … matter at all
Is my life just a memory … of all that I’d done
Is living a life … just all that it IS
Or is it just living … how I believe it IS

So many a questions … the answers I’ve not
So many a feelings … That don’t matter at all
So many people … Their lives seem the same
So many a thoughts … it’s driving me insane

I may not be … what I believe I am
I may not be … what I am
I guess I would be … but a memory in time
In your heart & mind … after I’m gone

:)

No More Problems (short story)

There was a famous sage called, Sadat, who lived high up in the Himalayan Mountains, far away from humanity. He choose a simple life and spent most of his time meditating. People from all over the globe would travel for days on end to meet him and ask for his advice.

Once such a group of people approached sage Sadat with their problems, but they were unruly and fought amongst each other, because all of them wanted to speak first. Sage Sadat, a peaceful man, watched the commotion and finally said out loud, "Silence!"

The people were awe-struck and immediately kept quiet. Then sage Sadat said, "Sit down in a circle on the ground and await my return!"

He went into his little cottage and soon returned with some sheets of paper, pens, and a small cane basket. He passed out the paper and pens, and placed the basket in the middle of the circle. Then he told the people to write down the one most important problem they were troubled by and put it in the basket.

When everyone had finished, the sage shook the papers in the basket so as to mix them and calmly said, "Now pass the basket around and pick up which ever paper is on top. Read the problem and if you choose, make it your own or take back your own problem."

One by one the people picked out a paper and read each others problems and were horrified. They came to the conclusion that their worst problem no matter how bad, was better than the next person's problem. Within minutes each of them exchanged their problems, and when they finally had their original paper in hand they felt content. They thanked the sage Sadat and went on their way.


:) Bows

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

Untitled

When the breath fades
In Autumn shades
Does one sit silent
To admire the blaze?

When the sun light shines
And darkness fades
Is it the mind that sleeps
Or life that awakes ?

Is it butterflies one’s chase
Or the life one desires
Forgetting to realize
The breath’s on fire ?

When emotions play
And the mind goes astray
Does the moment fade
Or is it a life that’s erased ?

May be the questions
Are irrelevant to mind
Cause ones life is curtailed
To a ‘self’ righteous mind

And so the wind blows
Undaunted and Free
As one stands silent
The mind is set free

:)

Wake up Mystique mother Kulakundalini

Wake up, O mother Kulakundalini
its another day of surprise
Passing moments through breaths
Again I await for your rise


Hiding in Muladhara in three and half a fold
My illusion-ed being rotates you in search of gold!
Tell me the reason why you hide ,
What is wrong if you stand by my side!


Wake up slowly like a snake from sleep and erase my illusion-ed being
Break bondage's of all six chakras , show me reality unseen !
Take a heed of Sahasrara at crown , the abode of Shankara ,
Stir my "SELF" and create frequency that equates Omkara !

Bows :)

Weather (short story)

It was autumn, and the Indians on the remote reservation asked their new Chief if the winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was an Indian Chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the weather was going to be. Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he replied to his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared.

Also, being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"

"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold indeed," the meteorologist at the weather service responded. So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more wood in order to be prepared.

A week later, he called the National Weather Service again. "Is it going to be a very cold winter?"

"Yes," the man at National Weather Service again replied, "it's definitely going to be a very cold winter." The Chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of wood they could find.

Two weeks later, he called the National Weather Service again. "Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"

"Absolutely," the man replied. "It's going to be one of the coldest winters ever."

"How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked.

The weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting wood like crazy."

:) Bows

"IT WILL PASS " (short story)

A student went to his meditation teacher and said, “My meditation is horrible! I feel so distracted, or my legs ache, or I’m constantly falling asleep. It’s just horrible!”
“It will pass,” the teacher said matter-of-factly. A week later, the student came back to his teacher.
“My meditation is wonderful! I feel so aware, so peaceful, so alive! It’s just wonderful!”
“It will pass,” the teacher replied matter-of-factly.

:) Bows

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

Circle of Thoughts :

They see, They See …
The eyes they see
Only what
they want to see

They hear, they hear …
The ears they hear
Only what
they want to hear

Asleep or awake
The mind don’t rest
On & on
in thoughts it goes

In memories, in thoughts
In past or future
It will not stop here
In circles it goes

Come what may
‘I’ will not rest
Till ‘I’m satisfied
That ‘I’m the best

And so in circles
The butt wont move
As the mind holds ransom
To the forlorn group

:) Bows

Perfect Prayer (short story)

One day, a man received a visit from some friends.
‘We would very much like it if you could teach us what you have learned over the years,’ said one of them.
‘I’m old,’ said the man.
‘Old and wise,’ said another of his friends. ‘All these years, we have watched you praying. What do you talk to God about? What are the important things we should be praying for?’
The man smiled.
‘In the beginning, I had the fervor of youth, which believes in the impossible. In those days, I used to kneel before God and ask him to give me the strength to change humankind. Gradually, I came to see that the task was beyond me. Then I started praying to God to help me change the world around me.’
‘Well, we can certainly vouch for the fact that part of your wish was granted,’ said one of his friends. ‘For you have helped many people by your example.’
‘Yes, I have helped many people by my example, and yet I knew that I had not yet found the perfect prayer. Only now, at the end of my life, have I come to understand what I should have been praying for from the start.’
‘And what is that?’
‘To be given the ability to change myself.’

:) Bows

Intelligent Disciple (short story)

A disciple who loved and admired hisTeacher decided to observe his behavior minutely, believing that if he did everything that his teacher did, then he would also acquire his teacher’s wisdom. The teacher always wore white, and so his disciple did the same. The teacher was a vegetarian, and so his disciple stopped eating meat and replaced it with a diet of vegetables and herbs. The teacher was an austere man, and so the disciple decided to devote himself to self-sacrifice and started sleeping on a straw mattress.
After some time, the teacher noticed these changes in his disciple’s behavior and asked him why.
‘I am climbing the steps of initiation,’ came the reply.
‘The white of my clothes shows the simplicity of my search, the vegetarian food purifies my body, and the lack of comfort makes me think only of spiritual things.’
Smiling, the teacher took him to a field where a horse was grazing.
‘You have spent all this time looking outside yourself, which is what matters least,’ he said. ‘Do you see that creature there? He has white skin, eats only grass and sleeps in a stable on a straw bed. Do you think he has the face of a saint or will one day become a real teacher?’.

:) Bows all

Guru Vandana

श्री गुरुस्तोत्रम्:


गुरुर्ब्रह्मा गुरुर्विष्णुर्गुरुर्देवो महेश्वरः ।
गुरुरेव परं ब्रह्म तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥१॥

अखण्डमण्डलाकारं व्याप्तं येन चराचरम् ।
तत्पदं दर्शितं येन तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥२॥

अज्ञानतिमिरान्धस्य ज्ञानाञ्जनशालाकया ।
चक्षुरुन्मीलितं येन तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥३॥

स्थावरं जङ्गमं व्याप्तं येन कृत्स्नं चराचरम् ।
तत्पदं दर्शितं येन तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥४॥

चिद्रूपेण परिव्याप्तं त्रैलोक्यं सचराचरम् ।
तत्पदं दर्शितं येन तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥५॥

सर्वश्रुतिशिरोरत्नसमुद्भासितमूर्तये ।
वेदान्ताम्बूजसूर्याय तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥६॥

चैतन्यः शाश्वतः शान्तो व्योमातीतोनिरञ्जनः ।
बिन्दूनादकलातीतस्तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥७॥

ज्ञानशक्तिसमारूढस्तत्त्वमालाविभूषितः ।
भुक्तिमुक्तिप्रदाता च तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥८॥

अनेकजन्मसम्प्राप्तकर्मेन्धनविदाहिने ।
आत्मञ्जानाग्निदानेन तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥९॥

शोषणं भवसिन्धोश्च प्रापणं सारसम्पदः ।
यस्य पादोदकं सम्यक् तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥१०॥

न गुरोरधिकं तत्त्वं न गुरोरधिकं तपः ।
तत्त्वज्ञानात् परं नास्ति तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥११॥

मन्नाथः श्रीजगन्नाथो मद्गुरुः श्रीजगद्गुरुः ।
मदात्मा सर्वभूतात्मा तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥१२॥

गुरुरादिरनादिश्च गुरुः परमदैवतम् ।
गुरोः परतरं नास्ति तस्मै श्रीगुरवे नमः ॥१३॥

ब्रह्मानन्दं परमसुखदं केवलं ज्ञानमूर्तिम्
द्वन्द्वातीतं गगनसदृशं तत्त्वमस्यादिलक्ष्यम् ।
एकं नित्यं विमलमचलं सर्वधीसाक्षीभूतम्
भावातीतं त्रिगुणरहितं सद्गुरुंतं नमामि ॥१४॥

Inn (short story)

The Famous spiritual teacher came to the front door of the King’s palace. None of the guards tried to stop him as he entered and made his way to where the King himself was sitting on his throne.
“What do you want?” asked the King, immediately recognizing the visitor.
“I would like a place to sleep in this inn,” replied the teacher.
“But this is not an inn,” said the King, “It is my palace.”
“May I ask who owned this palace before you?”
“My father. He is dead.”
“And who owned it before him?”
“My grandfather. He too is dead.”
“And this place where people live for a short time and then move on – did I hear you say that it is NOT an inn?”

:)
Bows

If not now , when ? (short story)

Once a beggar asked for some help from Yudhishthir. Yudhishthir told him to come on the next day. The beggar went away. At the time of this conversation, Bhima was present. He took one big drum and started walking towards city, beating the drum furiously. Yudhishthir was surprised. He asked the reason for this. Bhima told him:
“I want to declare that our revered Yudhishthir has won the battle against time (Kaala). You told that beggar to come the next day. How do you know that you will be there tomorrow? How do you know that beggar would still be alive tomorrow? Even if, you both are alive, you might not be in a position to give anything. Or, the beggar might not even need anything tomorrow. How did you know that you both can even meet tomorrow? You are the first person in this world who has won the time. I want to tell people of Indraprastha about this.”
Yudhishthir got the message behind this talk and called that beggar right away to give the necessary help.

Bows :)

Deceptive Mind (short story)

Two traveling young priest reached a river where they met a young woman. Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across. One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed.
As the priests continued on their way, the one was brooding and preoccupied. Unable to hold his silence, he spoke out.

“Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried her!”

“Brother,” the second monk replied,”I set her down on the other side, while you are still carrying her.”

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Water

:)
Water knows no fear, anticipation, or surprise.
Remaining calm, clear, and true,
It suffers not the future
And reflects beauty in tranquility.
Water neither seeks nor resists conflict.
Flowing with simplicity and efficiency,
It suffers not the present
And reflects beauty in turbulence.
Water dwells not on drama or regret.
Resuming the original condition,
It suffers not the past
And reflects beauty in equilibrium.
… Become Water!
:)

Silent Meditation (Short Story)

So, there was this four friend ,decided to meditate silently without speaking for two weeks. By nightfall on the first day, the candle began to flicker and then went out.

The first One said, “Oh, noo! The candle is out.”

The second One said, “Aren’t we not suppose to talk?”

The third One said, “Why must you two break the silence?”

The fourth One laughed and said, “Ha! I’m the only one who didn’t speak.”

Bows :)

Simple understanding

* “How does one seek union with God?”
# “The harder you seek, the more distance you create between Him     and you.”
* “So what does one do about the distance?”
# “Understand that it isn’t there.”
* “Does that mean that God and I are one?”
# “Not one. Not two.”
* “How is that possible?”
# “The sun and its light, the ocean and the wave, the singer and his song. Not one. Not two.”

Bows :)

Misconception about Tantra

Tantra is a fundamental raw form of yoga , which has been a boon to numerous Sadhaka of Kaulachar (kula + Achar - Kul is Kulakundalini and  Achar is following it ).
Tantra also known as Bamachar .... Bam means opposite and Achar means Following it ....... Misconception is Bama also means Females, so distracted followers of tantra understood something else as Bamachar.
Following it to what ! to Sahasrara ... the abode of Shiva .
The essence of Tantra is the Union of Kulakundalini , or Shakti with Shiva .
According to tantra .... we all are females .... all are shakti , life forms expressed by Kulakundalini.... Only Purusha is Shiva.
In Vaishnvism , Radhika is Kulakundalini .... we all aspire to be Radhika , to be mad in love of our beloved Lord Krishna.

Most misunderstood theories of Tantra are five "M"

One must understand Tantric literature are not Shakespeare's Novel so that everyone could understand. Tantra is total inner journey and guidance for sadhaka. Tantra reveals itself.

1. Mudra - literally it means money , but it also means postures and positions of finger and body during sadhana.

2. Matsa - literally Fish , but also signifies breathes as it plays in River namely Ganga Yamuna Swaraswati , or Sushumna nadi , Ida Nadi and Pingala Nadi.

3. Mansa - literally meat , but also signifies tounge  for .. (a)  Controlling speech , (b) for controlling Rasana - from Probritti Marga to Nibritti Marga and (c) For khachari Mudra.

4. Maithun - Literally sexual union , but also for union of Shiva and Shakti.

Now just think of a sadhaka  - who has attained physical perfection with Mudra , then mastered own breathes and makes them still (Matsa - fish) , then attains Khachari , then Draws up Prana in form of Kundalini through Chakra to Sahasrara and enjoying ecstasy of being supreme self - does he not deserve Amrita !
Thats the last M of Tantra .
5. Madya - Literally wine , but also means Amrita , it is called Madya because it defuses sadhaka , the smaller self is diluted and create an atmosphere to stay in a state of SO-HAM.
This is also called Chandramrita, or Somras (som means chandra) .. because it is said to be secreted from Penial Gland , which is Shiva Granthi , and the taste comes to tongue in khachari.
Sadhaka's both eyes become useless , he close it effortlessly , and The Shiva Granthi opens , the Ajna Chakra , the third eye opens.

For shiva , there is no good , there is no bad , no judgement for anything or anyone .... it is all that is . Because he has closed his both eyes .... if one has the intensity to touch the frequency , gets what he deserves be it Rama or be it Ravana , or be it you or me :)

We have found in so many Puranas that Bholenath gave blessings to Asuras and they got the power to destroy Indra and devatas :) .. stories are stories , but these days we forgot the real meaning of them and indulged too much in stories.
Sanathan Dharma has to revive from the root of Veda ... and the process has begun.

Bows :)

What moves (short story)

Two monks were arguing about the temple flag waving in the wind.
One said, “The flag moves.”
The other said, “The wind moves.”
They argued back and forth but could not agree.
The old one said: “Gentlemen! It is not the flag that moves. It is not the wind that moves. It is your mind that moves.”
The two monks were struck with awe.

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Adi Shankaracharyya's Atma Shatakam :

A lonely boy of eight , wondering Himalayas in search of Guru.
The boy encountered a sage , who asked him "who are you?"
The boy gave his identity in six slokas , today known as Atma Shatakam or Nirvana Shatakam or the Song of the True Self.
The boy was Adi Shankara (eighth century ), the sage indeed was his Guru ,Swami Govindapada Acharyya and the song was summarized entity of Advaita Vedanta or non-dualistic philosophy.


mano buddhi ahankara chittani naaham
na cha shrotravjihve na cha ghraana netre
na cha vyoma bhumir na tejo na vaayuhu
chidananda rupah shivo’ham shivo’ham

(I am not the mind, the intellect, the ego or the memory,
I am not the ears, the skin, the nose or the eyes,
I am not space, not earth, not fire, water or wind,
I am the form of consciousness and bliss,
I am the eternal Shiva…)


na cha prana sangyo na vai pancha vayuhu
na va sapta dhatur na va pancha koshah
na vak pani-padam na chopastha payu
chidananda rupah shivo’ham shivo’ham

(I am not the breath, nor the five elements,
I am not matter, nor the 5 sheaths of conciousness
Nor am I the speech, the hands, or the feet,
I am the form of consciousness and bliss,
I am the eternal Shiva…)


na me dvesha ragau na me lobha mohau
na me vai mado naiva matsarya bhavaha
na dharmo na chartho na kamo na mokshaha
chidananda rupah shivo’ham shivo’ham

(There is no like or dislike in me, no greed or delusion,
I know not pride or jealousy,
I have no duty, no desire for wealth, lust or liberation,
I am the form of consciousness and bliss,
I am the eternal Shiva…)


na punyam na papam na saukhyam na duhkham
na mantro na tirtham na veda na yajnah
aham bhojanam naiva bhojyam na bhokta
chidananda rupah shivo’ham shivo’ham

(No virtue or vice, no pleasure or pain,
I need no mantras, no pilgrimage, no scriptures or rituals,
I am not the experienced, nor the experience itself,
I am the form of consciousness and bliss,
I am the eternal Shiva…)


na me mrtyu shanka na mejati bhedaha
pita naiva me naiva mataa na janmaha
na bandhur na mitram gurur naiva shishyaha
chidananda rupah shivo’ham shivo’ham

(I have no fear of death, no caste or creed,
I have no father, no mother, for I was never born,
I am not a relative, nor a friend, nor a teacher nor a student,
I am the form of consciousness and bliss,
I am the eternal Shiva…)


aham nirvikalpo nirakara rupo
vibhut vatcha sarvatra sarvendriyanam
na cha sangatham naiva muktir na meyaha
chidananda rupah shivo’ham shivo’ham

(I am devoid of duality, my form is formlessness,
I exist everywhere, pervading all senses,
I am neither attached, neither free nor captive,
I am the form of conciousness and bliss,
I am the eternal Shiva…)





** these few words can be of great help in practice of contemplation , neither for everyone , nor for someone ...... but for that one who reads it and feels it at the same series of moments.

Contribution in Science by our ancestors

I am not going to say ..... Aryabhatta invented "zero" .. and give you all a big smile ... because that is nothing comparable to what our ancestors contributed in science.
just trying to tell that in ancient India.. there was no compitition between science and spirituality.. spirituality begins where science ends ... ANCIENT INDIA had all the knowledge ..today modern science has... and had more what modern science could not think about.
So starting a little discussion ... any one is free to add more information  if i miss something.

Well , we can start with Aryabhutta's Zero ... the soul thought of creation .. and i am trying to explain some other mathematical or scientific work (done by ancient Hindus) --

1. Works Of Bhaskaracharyya :
                                                    ..u may have heard of him friends..around 200BC..He was an EKLINGA SWAMI (a sampradaya of sannyasi)- wrote SIddhanto Siromoni..
The last chapter has a slok...
akristishaktischya mahitaya jat swasthang gurung swabhimukham swashakta
akristye tat patatiba bhati same samastang kka pattatiang khe. -----------
Means .. when something is falling on the ground .. it may seem that the stuff is falling .. but the fact is the earth is pulling it by a force(AKARSHAN - in the sloke Akristi).. which is uniform towards every direction .. this way all the planets are stable in their position due to this kind of force they apply to each other to maintain it.
This theory was told by Newton later we study in the school .. but no one tells us about Bhaskaracharyya ..
Again --- he told us in the same book ... that this is apparent (akarshan) -- it seems to be that way because all r in a different kind of velocity moving through time....
This is pretty similar to the theory of relativity of Einstine !!Means beyond Newton.. its a theory of relativity we study today ... but no one tells us about Bhaskaracharyya!
AGAIN .... in another book named " GOLADHYYA" he calculated the peripheri of the earth - 4967 jojon and the diameter is 1581.03571428 jojon . (for reference .. 5.1 mile = 1 jojon according to MAGADH time.) AND THIS CALCULATION IS ALMOST EQUAL WITH THAT OF MODERN TIME!!!
Bhaskaracharyya again divided the earth perimeter 360degree in to equal 90 degree .. and gave a hints of almost all the countries situated in those quadrants !!
AGAIN AGAIN .... the ratio of 4967/ 1581.03571428 or 119280/ 37945 or 3.14159 is first FIRST calculated by Bhaskaracharyya --- and the number modern scientist says "PI" and WHITHOUT "PI" there is almost no calculation in the field of PHYSICS though we never taught about Bhaskaracharyya and his works... SPLENDID!!

2. Works Of Lallacharyya :
                                                 who proved that the earth is round shaped and slightly supressed at the poles .... Bhaskaracharyya .. in addition tells that ..
SAMO JATO SAYAT PORIDHE SATANGSHA PRITTHI NITARANG TANIYAN >
NARACHA TAT PRISTHAGTATSA KRITSNA SAMEBA TASSYA PROBHATATYA SA.
means ... man is too smaller in the relation to the size of the earth so ...he sees it as a round flat plane ,,where the truth is .. it is round ... or more specifically ..
"kopittha phalabat biswang" --- it looks like a fruit of BEL.
So they rightly calculated the structure of the earth ... in the time when after many many years Galileo was punished for the same in Europe !!!! and we r copying them at school !!! NICE!!

3. THE SIDDHANTOSIROMONI ... the book of Math :
                                                           All kind of mathematics used in modern science today has the one and only origin that is India .... as for example """" PATIGONOT , BIJGONIT, STATIC, DYNAMICS, KYNETICS, HYDROSTATICS< BINOMIAL THEOROME, EXPONENTIAL THEOROME, VAYASKALAN OR DIFFERENTIAL CALCULUS , INTRIGRIAL CALCULUS, CONIC SECTION .... and many more i dont know the english names ... here they r ... Jya - tatwa,     Koti jya tatwa,        Sparsha rekha tatwa,         Koti sparsha rekha tatwa,     Proghatsarani,      Chakra Tatwa,       Bhagan Tawta ,     Bhugol tatwa,      Khagol tatwa ( relating to space) , etc.. etc .. i can't name all ... it is my misfortune .. i am almost illterate in sanskrit.
Now modern scientists tells us there is no books on Calculus in India ... !!!Newton Invented Calculus!!!
With due respect to Newton .. i must say .. how can some one calculate surface area of a GOLOK (or cubical objects) ..?? Without Calculus it is impossible to know the diameter of the earth and surface area of a Golok.

4. Not only bhaskaracharyya ..Munanjal who wrote "Laghu Manas" also applied Calculus in the time of Aryabhutta.

5. 5. RISHI GOUTAM, RISHI KANAD , ACHARYYA PRASTAPAD .,, all of them reached all the way a Modern Physics can go and reached beyond physics through spirituality.
U may have heard of 'KANA' the concept of smallest particle .. is named after Rishi Scientist Kanad.

6 . lastly .. remember Heisenberg in the year 1925 and Schrodinger in the year 1930 explained Quantum field when all scientists were stumbling with the explanation of the atom with the age old theory of newton .... Einstein proves that all is due to relative velocity... .. the theory of quantum field gave a relief to the scientists.NEWTON WAS DISCARDED BY THE FELLOW SCIENTISTS ...
Heisenberg, Einstein leaves a spiritual life afterwords ... when they know ... this universe after a subtle level does not maintain the relation of action and reaction .... The quantum physics born!!

MAHARISHI KOPIL ... says many thousands years ago
"YUGAPAJJYAMANORNR KARJYAKARANABHABA" (sankhya1/38)
In the subtletily there is no Karjo karan relation ( cause . work relation)


        7. Again , Heisenberg told us after a certain level all experiments stops ... human cant' evade the truth with mere scientific instruments ,, which is covered by a mystic phenomena beyond sciences.
Quoting Brihadaranyaka Upanishad
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"HIRANMAYNA PATRENA SATYSAYAPIHITANG MUKHAM"
means ..the truth brambha is coverd by a Hiranmoy (golden) cover .. WHICH IS CALLED MAYA .         

Think friends ... if Heisenberg can quote Brihadaranyaka Upanishad
.... we can't !! Probably we will end up quoting  Heisenberg , thats fair , isn't it !

SON OF INDIA LOOK AT YOURSELF .. there is all the knowledge deep within, THERE IS NO TRUTH IN SCIENCE >> SO INDIA EMBRACED SPIRITUALITY TO EVADE THE TRUTH
RECENTLY PROF.HAWKINS calculated the diameter of the Universe is near about Zero and explained it in "the Universe in a nut shell" his book. u can read it friends.
But this is not a new theory to a HINDU .. we know from childhood ... our grandparent told us ... that SHANKARACHARYYAYA says
" BHRAMBHA SATYA ,,, JAG JHUTA"

Om Namaha Shivaya

Quantum physics in light of Sanatan Dharma

Quantum physics is a branch of science that deals with discrete, indivisible units of energy called quanta as described by the Quantum Theory. There are five main ideas represented in Quantum Theory:

1. Energy is not continuous, but comes in small but discrete units.
2. The elementary particles behave both like particles and like waves.
3. The movement of these particles is inherently random.
4. It is physically impossible to know both the position and the momentum of a particle at the same time. The more precisely one is known, the less precise the measurement of the other is.
5. The atomic world is nothing like the world we live in.

As Niels Bohr said, "Anyone who is not shocked by quantum theory has not understood it."

please go through 'UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE" of HEISENBERG.


SOO many worthless bunglings ... are for those who thinks .. science has the answere.
ONE who does not know either science or spirituality or both ..can ignore reality that anything of this universe has no concrete explanation.Every explanation keeps changing whenever individual reach a higher level of logic ..or higher level of thinking and this is common in spiritual explanations and scientific explanations.

Quantum physics is solely based on logic .. no earthly prove can be given ..so why it is existing ?? because .. it can explain a THEORETICAL MODEL of an atom by which we can STILL find some meaningful explanations of our existence.


SO THE SOUL QUESTION IS "WHY" "WHY" AND "WHY"?

Well, there is a relationship between these two...

Similarities are -
first is LOGIC .. both r based on logic.
second... both hunt for the same question.
third... both have similar kind of explanation up to an extent .. then quantum physics stops.
fourth...."uncertainty" of Heisenberg and MAYA are similar in hearing.

dissimilarities are ...

first..quantum physics is the logical calculation of the creative mind to prove own existence, where sanatan dharma does not aim for proving anything in particular.. but to know the "BIGGER SELF".. and to do this- it can IGNORE "SMALL SELF"

second... quantum physics has limitations ...as a limited person can think within his limit.... but the saints of sanatan dharma thought beyond limitations.. they became "THE ONE"
Third .... Quantum physics is based on logic ... but sanatan Dharma is based on not only logic but also upon experiences too  or I should call it "realization" in short.

Vedanta has influenced modern science enormously. Schrödinger was a Vedantist, and he claimed to have been inspired by it in his discovery of quantum theory. According to his biographer Walter Moore, there is a clear continuity between Schrödinger’s understanding of Vedānta and his research: "The unity and continuity of Vedanta are reflected in the unity and continuity of wave mechanics."
 In 1925, the world view of physics was a model of a great machine composed of separable interacting material particles. During the next few years, Schrödinger and Heisenberg and their followers created a universe based on superimposed inseparable waves of probability amplitudes. This new view would be entirely consistent with the Vedantic concept of "All in One."
If one can be blissful just by sitting here , what's the point of doing anything else !
Mind becomes a doer , mind becomes a lazy  , What you are is not the mind , not even the body !

search yourself , and know you are peace , bliss , one and only existence .

Bows

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