My body, my earth

Remember, remember the morning star,
The home you have forgotten.

Remember, all that are gone, are not gone at all,
In every cell of your body, I have scripted my dreams.
The whole story of birth and growth of life upon
This flowering planet sleeps within you unknown.

Remember, the flowers are my messengers,
My signature of delight, showing you the secrets
Held deep in matters sleep, and honey your food.

If the bees are dying on earth, know that
The ecstasy is at stake and the web of life is in danger.

I have called you here, to tell you that I have
A work for you; a mission to accomplish.

Remember, the universe of life is one symphony,
A single verse sung by many stars in chorus;
What you have in your cells, is one with all life
And when you break the chords of my harmony
You are breaking your own rhythms of joy.
When you splice the strings of life, there comes
The discords in my rhythms of life that weave
The magic trails of ecstasy through buds and bees.

Remember, in your cells are all my memories,
The memories of life on earth, the great journey
Of plasm and plant, the bird and the beast,
In your dreams they climb towards the light.

Remember, your dreams are my own dreams,
I am dreaming in you when you dream.

Remember your birthplace, remember your birthright,
Recall the memory of love; regain the wine of delight,
Unite the alpha and omega of life as decreed by the One
Who has sent you forth to change the law of death.
In you are the veiled powers, the springs of supreme strength,
The memory of light and the flame gold ecstasy;
In you are the stars and the secrets of life,
In you are the worlds of ideas on the brink of Void.

I say unto you, enter the Void, the zero sign of the Supreme,
Walk through the nothingness and lift the veil of the shadow,
Discover the golden lid and the body of the One.

Remember the rock where Vivekananda sat
And recalled his memory,
Remember the story of Devi Kanya Kumari,
The goddess of the south extreme,
Remember her fury of a sacred marriage
That failed to happen, the last chapters seal,
Remember the lost civilisation,
Remember Kurmari Kāndam,
Remember Limuriya,
Remember Dwaraka and her king,
Let the memories come alive.

Remember the morning star,
Remember the dawn,
Remember Aditi.
She has sent you forth here,
To recall your memories
For a lost civilisation to regain its sight,
So that the bees may gather
Honey again on earth.

Woman of strength

Let go off the strings that binds you,
For she is the wild one, the illimitable;
Allow her infinite strength to unfold
The glory you have never known.
Allow the fire to burn you to birth
Her strength, desire; let the fire be
And cast forward the unknown.

Fear not the unknown,
The future is given to you
By the gods who cast you to birth.
Fear not the mighty streams,
Fear not the forts of resistance,
Fear not the onrush of the winds,
Allow the war cry of Rudra,
Allow the storm and the lightning,
Allow the thunderbolt,
Allow all that is fiery;
For you are the javelins of the gods
In the mighty dance of Time.

Her glance is cast with fire,
Her kiss burns with passion;
Fear not her wild limbs,
Fear not her mighty streams.
Accept the woman of strength
To rip you apart,
Shredding every bit of past
To cast you live into a new mould.

River and the Ocean

There is a fire within that pushes you into the unknown, to leave behind comfort zones and venture, to find new meanings or to experience everything fresh, untouched by learning.
I feel like a river without beginning or end; I know of the ocean, the memory is calling. A river of memories flowing, since when I do not know; I have known you dearly, where and when matters not. You have many faces, in different times and places and I want to tell you - thank you.
Life is beautiful; I wish people struggle less to live.
Love happens, and it flows and carries you to new shores, probably it is right to say one is in love because love flows like a river and you are in it, one with it. It knows its destination and you can relax and let go off all that was once dear, for you never lose anything, everything is always present.
There is an eternal presence to be known, a presence that is nearer than your own heart beat, where everything is always present.
There is an ocean within; it is more ancient than anything that is known and yet it is always new.
I am flowing into myself; or rather I am the river and the ocean at once.
The more I open the more I am amazed…life is beautiful.

Hour of the Beloved

One strange thing about love is that,
You can never say, on such and such date,
On such and such place, at such and such time
You shall fall in love.
You can’t have a neat schedule and
A perfect methodology plotted in time;
It is not a planned affair.
Planning is the agony of the blind.
You can search or research,
You can seek and cry out,
But it is not in your hands to choose
The time and space and the manner in which
You awaken to the presence of the Beloved.
The dazzling splendor dawns
Like a sacred fire, an altar pure,
That makes you kneel down
In adoration that words fails to express.
You are set ablaze by the radiance
That makes your heart tremble with fire.
You discover the joy of utter self giving,
You discover the jewel heart of your orbit,
In love you are not – the other is.

Yoga cannot be taught, it happens like dawn;
It is a treasure that comes with smile of Grace.

Once known you can never be the same
Once kindled the fire can never die;
Ashes may cover the amber
But the glow remains for ever in memory,
However far it is in time’s winding roads.
The very memory keeps you alive,
You discover the yearning gulf in your heart.
In the blind alley of reason
You shall never find that jewel,
In the whirlwinds of passion,
You can never behold that Grace;
Only in the hour of sacred stillness,
When the whole world comes to stand still,
In the secret heart of Time,
You shall find the One
For whom you are missioned.
A silent gaze that knows,
A luminous certitude,
A joy that is fullness,
These are the signs of the Presence.
Behold the breath,
Behold the fragrance,
Behold all that is;
It is the hour of the Beloved.

Knowledge, Will and Love

Knowledge is the starting point, the knowledge of what to do - the vision.

But the Knowledge is impotent without Will and the Will is already busy animating our daily movements. So the Knowledge takes up the Will and compels it to move towards the chosen goal, the vision.

When the Knowledge is yoked to Will the journey starts. Till then you are drifting in the stream of life carried by its various currents. Knowledge-Will empowers you to move in a chosen direction. The cows lead and the horses follow, in Vedic imagery.

But our Knowledge and Will are limited.

If the Knowledge becoming Will in man is Agni, the fuel by which Agni grows is Soma, the juice of delight. Without delight both Knowledge and Will struggle to keep up.
With every drop of Soma, Agni grows in strength; delight fuels the growth of Knowledge and Will. They seek delight held secret in the workings of Nature, like a bees that goes after honey.

We are honey hunters, seeks of Soma, the nectar of delight in life. Therefore the sages called the science of extracting honey from existence madhuvidya, the honey-knowledge.

In the combs of life there is nectar. There is a deep held intuition in man that seeks after delight and a seeker is naturally drawn towards all that is true, good and beautiful because these are the doorways to delight.

If there is delight missing in your life, know that Soma is not there, the gods are thirsty and tired and your journey has become dull and weak. The gods need Soma to grow in strength and the Soma can be pressed out of existence only through truth, goodness and beauty.

When the mind is hunting after truth, know that it is the way of the mind seeking delight in knowledge and perfect order.

When the Will seeks goodness, know that it is the way of the Will seeking delight. When individual Will seeks only after its own victory at the cost of defeat of other striving Wills the delight derived does not last. Seeking common good of all brings greater joy and delight. The orchestra of harmonized collective life brings larger vistas of delight.

Therefore Mitra, the friend of all, aids the marching gods to find Soma wine.

When the heart seeks beauty, know that it is the way of the heart seeking delight. In beauty there is instant delight, the moment of ecstasy, the moment of Ah!
Delight leaves her footprints in the world of forms as beauty.

These are the doorways to delight - truth, goodness and beauty.

Delight is the soul of Light, therefore Rishi’s loved Usha, the Dawn.

She is Savitri, she is Joyti.
She is Truth-Consciousness.
If her body is Light her soul is Delight.
In her Knowledge, Will and Love are united.
It is for her glance the flowers bloom and the birds sing.
It is she who calls man for the adventure of consciousness to embrace greater delight.

Sunday, June 22, 2008.
Cows, Horses, Agni, Soma, Mitra, Usha, Savitri, Jyoti – these are vedic terms

Storm and Stillness

An eddy of fury and flurry,
Mighty gods churned the abyss.
Thoughts whirled in the grip of Force;
Memories long forgotten washed out,
Pains dug out bleeding red,
Eager claws of hatred and wrath,
Python coils of fear and crawl,
All the pus and wounds of the past
Held by the rocks of denial
Came flying across the sight.
Engines of change spared nothing;
Every nook and cranny of past
They dug with mighty strokes
Releasing the waters of life
Locked in the groves of time.
Deep breath and stone stillness
Held the body safe and calm
While the gods stormed the forts.
A seer within silent watched
The war and conquest,
The house of being washed
Fresh and clean from the stains
Of a forgotten past lurking within.

Ancient memories

India has memories, memories that are ancient.
To be an Indian is to inherit these memories, the memories that are archaic, memories that are stretching beyond birth, beyond death, beyond the current civilization, beyond the current earth, beyond time.
The night is the synonym of sleep, and in sleep we enter the Dream Time, a world of memories and archetypes and the unconscious.
At night comes out the rat, the vehicle of the Lord Ganesh, the elephant headed god. Elephants are known for keeping memories; they are dark like the night, like the uncconscious. In India, all rituals begin with the invocation to the Lord Ganesh, the Vigna Vinayaka, the one who removes obstacles.
Ganesh is the scribe of Vyasa, Vyasa who composed Mahabharata, Vyasa who compiled the Vedas and the Puranas.
Ganesh is also the door keeper of the home of Shiva, the Mahadeva, the Great God, the archetypal man, Pasupati, the lord of the animals. Without obeisance to Lord Ganesh, without his collaboration, without his grace, there is no access to the archaic memories, no access to the world of the archetypes. Riding on the rat, Lord Ganesh traverse his kingdom of the beings of the nether worlds, he is Ganapati, the Lord of the Ganas.
He guards the forts of Pasupati.
Deep in the heart of sleep yogins meet the archetypes, the gods and goddesses on the way to the abode of Shiva, the white one.
Yogins go with Ganesh into the dark infinity sprinkled with stars.
Constellations shows the path to a deathless star from where they have come.
They are called by the Memory.