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.
Showing posts with label Yoga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yoga. Show all posts
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Sunday, June 22, 2008
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
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
Monday, March 31, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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.
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.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Surrender
There is an urge within, a call, an unknown something finding its way out, something that seeks vastness, something that seeks delight and freedom. To allow it to emerge one has to listen first of all to one’s own inner depths and the silent whispers that emerge. As you follow the thread the call becomes an animating presence that can move you, set you on motion towards the unknown shores to explore and once you know the inner call you are also sure about the result – the certitude of fulfillment. But you need courage to look deep within and follow the call and learn from mistakes. For there are misleading voices, a world of unknown ranges of being peopled with forces and urges that clamor for your acceptance. In this inner space where a multitude is demanding your attention you have to learn to discriminate the One who leads the way from those who drags you off the path. This cannot be done by an intellectual discrimination one needs the psychic discernment and this demands a quiet and silent mind, a vital being trained to follow the call without exciting passions or revolts, a firm and healthy body ever ready to move on no matter what the demand is. An increasing quiet inner dynamism, a silent joy and gladness, a growing gratitude, these are some of the traits of the inner truth that emerges from within. It is no more your effort; actions are done through you by That which is deep within and above.
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