I wonder....

I wonder if Adam and Eve jumped the gates of Eden, because they were bored ?

I wonder if the Perfect became the mundane, just for a lark?

I wonder if thinking is a software virus embedded in us by some cosmic hacker?

I wonder if we humans are just flesh-and-blood robots in the service of eternal DNA?

I wonder if parallel universes are just endless reflections in a non-existent Hall of Mirrors?

I wonder who is wondering ...
seems familiar.
( I just know i've heard that chuckle before...all those many lifetimes ago.)


Ooops! Here we go again....
singing them cosmic giggle blues, one more time!

Simple Master

I spent endless aeons seeking the unseekable.

I ran through a thousand lifetimes in the wink of an eternal eye.
I read all the sacred books and studied all the secret lore.
I wriggled my chakras, exploded in kundalini, absorbed my angels and my demons, unfurled my DNA.
Workshops , satsangs, retreats and intensives , meditations, contemplations, alchemical transformations...such a circus of effort , rollercoaster ride on so many rainbows!

What a total waste of time!

Who can understand the ways of the One who has dissolved in Brahman?
You look at him and see an ordinary old man.
Simple. Innocent. Just being, here and now. Doing what happens effortlessly.
Indeed the saints and sages will bear witness : it is mystifyingly impossible to describe the extra-ordinarily ordinary.

Like the Tao, he blends perfectly with the flow...and is invisible, unknowable.

Yet to the eye of the Heart, he blazes like a million suns!

No-mind

In the land of no-mind, who is king?
Is it the scent of jasmine wafted on the stillness or the hint of music in that silence?
Is it the bodiless bird soaring in the cloudless sky or the upside-down tree waving its roots at the stars?
Where there is no I , who sees?
Mists of illusion cannot survive the dawning of this Sun.
Go there.
All questions cease.

A busy man

Birds are singing, alarm bells ringing, new day dawning, wake up! its morning..
OoooH ! I'm a busy man. A very busy man - with lots to do.
Shave and shower and breakfast in an hour, emails answered and out the door
Jump in the car and drive in the traffic,  so much to do today,long way to go
OoooH ! I'm a busy man. A very busy man - with lots to do.
Appointments, meetings, coffee and greetings, bills and money and paperwork
Cell-phones buzzing, deadlines hustling, people talking, deals a-walking,
OoooH ! I'm a busy man. A very busy man - with lots to do.

Shhh! Don't tell anyone, it's all just  fun, nowhere i'm going, just simply flowing
I do nothing, lost deep in loving, body does his thing, mind does his thing,

AaaaH! I'm a dancing tune. A leaf on a river- with nothing to do!

I've lost my history, sunk in mystery, breathing the air , feeling magic everywhere!
In the eye of the storm, it's so still and so warm, no thought, no harm, so silent, so calm-

AaaaH! I'm a flute being played. An empty blue sky- no idea who!

No Excuses

I have no excuses left.
Nowhere left to pass the buck, no one left to blame.
Experiential knowing is total and ruthless- a sword that cuts off my head!
But still, like a phantom limb that seems to hurt or itch even after it has been amputated, my head re-appears, tries its best to bring my story back to life.
Sounds familiar?
You know.
Beyond doubt.
You let go of moth-hood and became the flame.
Not once, but a million times. Over a million lifetimes.
Why bother with moth thoughts and feelings and dreams and desires anymore?
Is it so hard to let go and drop the garbage of the aeons that you have been carrying on your head?
Like me - you have run out of excuses.
Throw away that phantom head.  Dive without hesitation into the abyss!
Be the One and be free!

No- thing

No-thing is not nothing.

It is the absolute potential from which all things spring forth.
It is the womb that contains and holds all the universes.

It is the formless, silent, motionless Perfection that is the Great Mother of all creation...and woven like warp and weft into the very fabric of  energy-matter.
It is the eternal and infinite Centre that is our true  Home.
Here there is no desire, no attachment, no negative energy.
Here there is deep peace and joy.
Become No-thing.
And dance with everything.

Being Love

Can you hear the wind whispering secrets to the trees- your voice in that whisper , your ears those boughs and leaves? Can you see how fire and air and  earth and  water dance together in such sweet harmony?
In the blush of a fading sunset , can you see yellow flowers silhouetted against the sky and melt in abandon at the magic and the wonder of it all?
Can there be anything more wondrous than the taste of the serene perfection that is the source and the substance of all things?
You are that perfection, that pure love and joy and peace.
Be who you really are- rise in love with your Self, until you are like an overflowing fountain.
Close your eyes and be drunk with that ecstasy:
 Love will radiate from you like sunshine, blessing every one and everything.
This is the only meditation.