Who will bear witness?

Who will bear witness to the truth of the Self

 when only the Self exists?

Who will speak of that ecstatic love where no trace of lover remains?

Can drop know  the feelings of ocean?

Where do we truly belong?

Light leaves no room for shadow

as the singer becomes the song.

The mystics reveal the secret:

at the edge of the horizon

between duality and unity,

There is a sunrise sliver of joy:

the incandescent delight in the instant before moth becomes flame;

Brief heartbeat: then only  perfect Silence

And the infinite bliss of the One.

The Way to Paradise

                                      ( Paradise, by Meenakshi..acrylic on canvas)   
               

           “Attention! Here and Now!Attention! Here and Now! “Mynah Birds in "Island " by Aldous Huxley

"I became aware of a silent, resistless change taking place within my mind. One by one, the questions which I had prepared in the train with such meticulous accuracy dropped away. For, it does not now seem to matter whether I solve the problems which have hitherto troubled me. I know only that a steady river of quietness seems to be flowing near me; that a great peace is penetrating the inner reaches of my being and that my thought tortured brain is beginning to arrive at some rest." Paul Brunton , describing his first meeting with Sri Ramana Maharishi

Did you remember to BE today?

Did you experience the NOW, true presence and being…or were you lost in past and future, in fantasies and dreams and fears and desires?

Did you LIVE today?

Or did the ticker-tape mind keep running non-stop so that you  just stumbled unconsciously through the day ,like a zombie?

Does the bird struggle with intellectual exercises to fly?

Does the fish need complex mental projections to plot its path in the ocean or does it just swim, without any doubts?

Why is it so difficult for human beings to just live naturally?

Because the human mind runs amok…out of control, twisting and churning in unnecessary agonies of thought, garbage spewing non-stop.

Can you turn it off? Can you use the mind wisely and only when required?

Can you stop the insanity ? Can you stay in the thought-free state of pure being?

The way to Paradise is within you…..in the stillness of your being, in the perfect grandeur of that Silence.

Years later, Paul Brunton writes: „I remain perfectly calm and fully aware of who I am and what is occurring. The Self still exists but it is a changed radiant Self. Something that is far superior to my unimportant personality rises into consciousness and becomes me. I am in the midst of an ocean of blazing light. I sit in the lap of holy bliss.

Divine grace descends and acts only when it is invoked by total surrender. It acts from within because God resides in the heart of all beings. Its whispers can be heard only in a mind purified by self surrender and prayer. Rationalists laugh at it and atheists scorn it but it exists. It is a descent of God into the soul‟s zone of awareness. It is visitation of a force unexpected and unpredictable. It is voice spoken out of cosmic silence. It is cosmic will which can perform authentic miracles under its own law.‟

Just Be!

                               

" Nothing to do: just be.Nothing to think: just be. Nothing to dream:just be.  Nothing to hope for:just be.Nothing to want or need or desire: just BE HERE NOW! "                                  from Lightsongs - the book.

O mind, turn inwards!

Dive deep into the Heart, into Self.

Be still…body, breath, mind…quiet, at rest in the lap of Being.

Experience the nameless, formless perfection at the now-here point beyond time and space.

Here your source fills you with the Divine, with grace and gladness and peace.

Here all fears, all thoughts, all doubts, all desires …everything disappears!

Here there is perfect rest, perfect equanimity…all is always magic, all is always well.

Here mind dissolves in pure being ; infinity tastes of nectar indescribable.

Delicious never-ending bliss….

Stay here forever.

What else is there to do?

Waking Sleep

Fast asleep: no dream , no thought, no world, no one;

Just the blissful peace of perfect emptiness.

Deep, deep ocean of calm.

A bubble rises:” I am” is born.it floats up to the surface, wakes up..and explodes into creation:

I am this, I am that, I am late, I am busy, I am hungry, I am this body-mind.
So he is and she is and it is and they are and the sounds, the smells , the sights of this world exploding all around…and this is me and that is mine and joy-sorrow pain-pleasure desire-fear worry-hope all them tangles and troubles and memories and fantasies….where did that blissful peace go???

It’s still right there: perfect, eternal, unchanged, shining like the sun of suns in the lotus of the Heart.

You just covered it up with your movie; you lost yourself in the world.

Now is it possible to wake up and NOT lose your connection to that perfect peace and bliss?

Sure it is: it just takes practice.

And intense concentration, unshakable faith, absolute devotion and total surrender.

Welcome to atma-vichara, self inquiry.

Where you trace the ’I’ thought back to its nest.

Away from all the other thoughts.

Back, back, back ..away from all the projections, back to the source.

No quitting..like a bloodhound on the scent, trace the path to the source.

Until once more there is just ‘I am’

Like a diver after the pearl, dive deep, deep.

Feel the pulse, the beat, the true I-I.

Something …. Light…rises from the depths, grabs you, swallows you up.

No more I : this is how you die before your body dies.

Once more there is only the blissful peace of perfect emptiness.

Only, this time, it's waking sleep: awareness shines silently and perfectly.

Nothing else exists.

The Heart Lotus

There is a place inside me where I am always at home,

Where I am always happy and loved and at peace.

Nothing and no one can take this away from me.

This is the throne of Being, the seat of “I am”.

Here I am never alone: I am One with all of creation.

Here I am infinite and perfect, invulnerable and invincible.

There is no past or future here, only an eternal present.

There is no thought here, no emotion, no drama, no excitement.

This is where the mind runs out of words, falls silent, disappears.

This is where my spirit rests and recharges itself in dreamless sleep.

From this centre, I draw infinite strength and wisdom and joy.

This is my anchor, my shelter, my sustenance and my support.

Smaller than an atom, yet greater than the greatest,

This is the pregnant emptiness of boundless space.

This is the true reality that underlies everything, the source and the substance of all things.

This is the unchanging divine awareness that shines eternally.

This is who I really am.

A Prayer

In the depths of  being I glimpsed   a Jewel,

 the luminous splendour of the colourless Light of Emptiness.

My heart cried out this prayer:

Oh Lord without  name or form,

Oh perfect mirror who reflects all creation,

Thou secret in-dweller living embedded in all things ,

Let  your radiance embrace me that I may dissolve in you!

Thou mighty Infinity that contains and permeates all creation,

thou shining love and bliss that cannot be measured or described or contained-

swallow me whole and let me be One with You.

Oh Sun of suns, bless us all with your infinite grace!

O Father  who is the Source,

O great and tender Mother who cares for and sustains all ,

accept our total surrender , open your arms,

embrace these prodigal  drops returning at last

 to your ocean of eternal peace.

Om Shanti , Shanti, Shanti, Hee.

Lyrics for a tune:

Thoughts and dreams and fantasies drifting by
Nothing to grab or hold onto, empty sky.
I fall like a stone into myself, so deep inside
Deep down, down into silence, nowhere to hide.

I hear the sound of emptiness like a distant bell
Where the Light begins, beyond the beyond.
Somewhere sweet notes trickle down,no one to tell
Who is there to be the doer and what is done.
Here no time or space, no heaven or hell,
Only the One true Being singing an infinite song.
This is the border of the mystery, where I disappear;
This is my home, where I truly belong.