Nothing More

 “Out beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field.
Beyond that field, there is a secret harbour.
Pack your bags! I’ll meet you there -
We’ll sail out together into the vastness, with only the breeze to guide us.”
Jalaluddin Rumi

The world of death and the world of immortality are separated by the thinnest of veils.

In every moment, you chose where you wish to dwell.

O child of immortal bliss, see clearly and choose carefully;

One choice leads to heaven and the other, to hell.

Lost in the fog of samsara, have you overcome all sorrow and grief?

Have you found  your innermost core that is a treasure beyond all price?

Listen, this human birth is a precious gift – do not waste it!

Dive  deep within your own being and find that unchanging bliss.

Tossed on this turbulent sea, can constancy ever be found?

Is there, somewhere, something to hold on to, some anchor that stays forever firm?

Like a child clinging to his mother, cling to the Jnani’s blessed feet.

Sinking deep in the Heart cave where only He shines,  just melt in the glow of that peace.

In the end, all the sacred books are only words – truth lies immeasurably beyond.

Stop doing, stop striving, be thoughtless, be silent, be still.

When your mind is a perfect mirror that reflects faithfully with no judgement,

The infinite divine will blossom  in all its glory .

Nothing more can be said.

That Silence

 

“Higher than quietude there is no achievement; higher than quietude there is no effort; higher than quietude there is no tapas; higher than quietude there is no deathless life.” Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharishi

Who can speak of that silence that is the source of all language and all wisdom?

Who can begin to describe its secret ways, its magical power of  transformation ?

In the light of that grace, the divine shines in effortless splendour.

One sip  from that fountain bestows eternal, immortal bliss.

 Like a still lake reveals its translucent depths, the still mind reveals the shining Self.

This is the Heart, the divine silence that is the source of all that exists.

Turn within and surrender to this source that is the very core of being.

Dissolving in that silence, rest unshaken in deep and perfect peace.

He who stays forever anchored in that Self is a sage who has no wants.

Though he appears to inhabit a body, he is formless, boundless space.

Though he appears to speak, it is the Self alone that speaks:

The only words that transmit timeless truth are those that arise from that silence.

I am what I am

 (dedicated to Tarini, my dearest daughter, who lights up my life.)

You cannot begin to understand me, to capture me with your definitions, your classifications and projections; do not seek to mold me or groom me or change me – I will always be what I am.

I am as solid as a mountain yet as ethereal as air,  I am boundless space and fathomless ocean, I am thunder and lightning and storm.

I am the source and the goal, the beginning and end of everything, I am forest and fire and sky.

I am body and spirit, musician and instrument, artist and canvas, I am the writing on the wall that foretells all fates.

More beauteous than the dawn, I am invisible yet omnipresent, I am a secret power, take me lightly at your peril!

I am whole and I am strong, I am singer and song, I am the light in every living eye.

I can soak up my sadness, flow through my madness, dance like Shiva in my joy!

Softer than a mother’s kiss, yet sharper than a scimitar, I cut through all attributes, all limitations and bindings, to be forever free.

I am more than me.

Some  may praise me, some, condemn me: I do not give a damn!

Beyond rhythm and rhyme, beyond space and time,

I am what I am!