Its All in the Eye

" Only let thine eye be single and all the world will be radiant with Light" said Jesus
"Truth can only be seen with the eye of the heart" said Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
What you see depends on the eye that you see with.
What you experience depends on the state of being you choose to experience from.
When you find the Centre deep in your being, you will experience the awe and the wonder of everything around you.
And know, beyond all doubt, that there is only ONE underlying everything...mountains and clouds and trees and birds and oceans and people and butterflies...all expressions of the same ONE, that creates this incredible Universe out of itself, manifesting through the energies of Love and Joy and Light.
The Absolute Formless Ground of Being , the Tao, is the canvas and the paint and the artist and the light that reveals the painting.
This is the ultimate reality.
As long as you identify with a limited self, you will not see this.
The moment you quit being the wave and become the ocean, you will enjoy the vastness of ocean and the uniqueness of every individual wave-form - simultaneously.
You will be the ONE and the many at the same time, in an ecstatic dance of Being-Consciousness-Bliss.
Why settle for less?

Fair Trade

Trade your speech for silence, your cleverness for wisdom, your pride for humility, your brilliance for simplicity.
Give up your learning and your knowledge: they are just useless clutter preventing you from experiencing openness and receptivity.
Give up all concepts and pre-conceived notions: be blank and empty.
Give up your claims to virtue and greatness and sainthood: they are just chains that bind you.
Before anything else, just BE.
In the daily humdrum, take that pause, stop to breathe, to feel, to see..... once you can do this, you inherit eternity.
Once you open your eyes, the passing old man, the dog on the sidewalk, the crow cawing on the neem tree, the wind in your hair...all become gurus who help you understand what its really all about!
There is only ONE. You are it.
 So is everyone and everything else.
From the smallest atom to the greatest galaxy, everything is made of Love and Light.

Awakening from the Dream

When we dream, all that happens in the dream seems totally realistic...we feel and experience it as if it was actually happening.
 When we awaken, we realise it was a dream.
When we watch a movie with total absorption, we experience all that happens in the movie as real, even though we know its just moving images of actors on a screen.
Our so-called everyday reality is equally a dream, a movie...only, it's longer and seems to have continuity over time.
Once we awaken to our true nature, we see that all that we thought of as reality is a highly sophisticated holographic projection created by our own minds.
Awakening from all the dreams is understanding that its all a giant multi-dimensional movie..created by the stored information in our brains that acts like a strip of film, lit up by the reflected Light of the Self, projected through the lens of the senses on the screen of Space-Time.
Once I am so awakened, I see the images as images, not reality...and experience, beyond all shadow of doubt, the ONE energy that is the source and the substance of everything.
What does this actually mean?
 My life continues as normal, I go through my everyday motions, I eat and walk and touch and see and hear and act...without getting sucked into identifying with all that I experience.
 And, with a thrilling ecstasy coursing through every fibre of my being, I become the miraculous wonder of the ONE playing at being the many.
I let go of the outer and focus on the inner. I chose the magic rather than the illusion.
No more "I" ", "experience" or " objects of experience"...just the endless play of Light and shade weaving its mystery through it all.!
Why do this?
 Because it is exquisite perfection- eternal, infinite and awesome in its magnificence.
And losing myself in this perfection is bliss beyond all description, embedded in an ocean of endless love and peace.
What better way to live can there possibly be?

The Life-Death continuum

" People are born many times , so they die many times.
Life and death continue endlessly.
If you realise the true meaning of the unborn,
You will transcend both gladness and grief "
Old Zen saying.

Can Life and Death be separate?
Everyday, millions of cells in our bodies die and are replaced by new cells.
We are constantly dying and being reborn...physically, mentally, emotionally.
From the moment of birth, we are moving towards death...an inevitable process.
All Nature is a cycle of Life and Death and Rebirth...matter and energy changing form in an endless dance.
The real question is " Who or what is born and who or what dies?"
Once I find who I really am, neither birth nor death is real....both are just part of the endless movie projected by the ONE.
I am that One. You are that One. Mountain and stone and ant and sea and galaxy and atom...all ONE.
That is all there is - eternal, blissful and tranquil.
When I clear my illusions, I dissolve into that ONE.
Nothing more to say!

Crucifixion and Resurrection

Easter is here...spring begins the new life. The trees wear brilliant new green leaves and multitudes of blossoms...as dormant Nature awakens again .
On Good Friday, we remember and share in the crucifixion of Christ. He who forgave even those who crucified him. And, on Easter Sunday, we celebrate His resurrection...awakening again into Life eternal.
What does this mean for us regular human beings? What is the secret meaning of this great re-birth?
It reminds us that every human being has a choice: to stay lost in the illusion of this brief human existence or to "die"...and so awaken to one's true blissful and divine Being.
The crucifixion of the ego-mind complex...which is an illusion anyway...leads to the resurrection of the eternal Self, Brahman, Sat-chit-ananda...the ONE true and eternal spirit that is the source and the substance of all things.
The Self always was , always is and always will be...shining like the sun in the cave of the Heart in every human being. The illusion of the ego-mind complex , like the monsoon clouds, hides this Sun.
Once we turn the attention inwards, seek the source, the illusion disappears...this is the crucifixion, painful only because of our attachment to our treasured illusion.
When we let go , the eternal Sun of the Self shines forth in its true glory.
Happy Easter! :)

Dropping my story

Everyone has a story: a motley collection of memories, fantasies, inventions that become "true" over time.My story is totally unreal and non-existent...I keep it alive because I have made it my identity.This is me...this is my life!
I nurture my story with great care. Endlessly I repeat the incidents, the memories, the people, the actions,the achievements, the happenings...partly based on the past that actually was, partly embellished by me with suitable imagination to look and sound good in the telling. After a while, even the embellishments become real to me...repetition gives them reality of sorts.
So what's wrong with my building a story and identifying with it? After all, it gives me character, personality, makes me who I am...gives me something to talk about at the party or the cafe...jokes and funny happenings and adventures and excitement that I can impress my listeners ( and myself) with. The older I get, the more I cling to my story...old friends shudder when I repeat that incident in the bar in Germany for the umpteenth time.
Finally, battered by Life's roller-coaster, I realise that my story is a willow-the-wisp, a mirage. And this mirage is keeping me from truly living...fresh and new and aware in each new moment of each new day.
Yet, even after I discover this tremendous truth...how hard it is to drop my story! Because this means - " I' must DIE!
I must cut off my head, destroy my carefully crafted and nurtured self-image, say goodbye to Mickey forever!
It takes a lot of practice..and self-awareness...to clearly see that killing good old Mickey is the ONLY real choice I can make...if I truly want to BE. This story I have clung to all my life is choking me, strangling me, encasing me in a shell of armour that cuts me off from magic, from Life.
When I manage to escape from this shell, if only for a few moments, I taste the vastness, the bliss, the peace of infinity and the pulsing energy of Love that pervades everything around me.
 I experience being tree and mountain and ocean, the great expanding cosmos, the whirling atom and the blossoming flower.
Mr Drop tastes being Mr. Ocean...who wants to be drop anymore?
Goodbye, story...off with his head!
Enough is more than enough.

Wave or Ocean?

At the edge of a vast ocean,the waves make endless love to the land.
Each wave begins as a tiny swell, slowly rising higher and higher, finally curling in upon itself before crashing back down into the ocean it arose from, flattening up and spreading over the beach in a flurry of foam before retreating to mother ocean.
 And so again and again...in timeless rhythm, primordial perfection.
My life is a wave...being born, growing,reaching a peak, finally returning through death back into the vast ocean I was born from.
At any point in time-space, is the wave ever separate from the ocean?
Does the wave have a unique, individual existence apart from the ocean? Or is it a brief expression of the ocean, creating a temporary illusion of individuality?
And, if my life-story is one wave, and yours is another, are we not the same at core, born from, formed of and returning to the same ocean?
Wait a minute! Who am I? Wave....or ocean?
Who would I rather be?