Guest guest Report post Posted March 12, 2010 I’m filled, like a mountain lake > after summer rain, > Fed by a flowing stream, source of wisdom, love; > A spark, fired to light this planet, from above. > A ray of flame on a brazen, burnished plane, > To gild each leaf on my way down lover’s lane, > Warming earth’s fertile, terra cotta clay, > And emerald sea of mercy, green and grey. > Air’s balmy breath of life is free from pain, > Crystal clear, beyond the game of loss or gain. > What means it to my Master, pure as a dove, > This empty void, an abyss, a lonely way, > The costly pearl that pilgrim has to pay? > > What of scriptures, tracts, Gitas, sacred books? > Lord’s lurid library of command and revelation, > Reams of cryptic comment, endless emendation, > Holy tomes which cram cathedral nooks and crooks, > To provide much caw-cawing for a crore of rooks. > Is that Self Knowledge, Upanishadic or Socratic? > Or malady of mind, narcissistic, autocratic? > When freed by Sage wisdom, from dull senses, it looks > A hotchpotch prepared by Satan’s favourite cooks, > To titillate one’s poor palate to a new sensation. > So what’s this freedom, vulgarised by folk democratic? > But my dear Master knows, he’s The One, truly > aristocratic! > > What’s knowledge of truth, freedom, awakening? > From ignorance, sleep, alienation, delusion, > Folly, dithering in a mad dream of world illusion? > Freedom from bonds, desire and slave attachment? > What’s the meaning of mankind’s predicament? > What’s the deep significance of ‘ego’, ‘I > conceit’, > Errantly wedded to body, well bedded in self deceit? > What’s‘mine’, a grabbing hand, grasping temperament, > For umpteen baubles, attractive, yet vehement? > Or pure Awareness, to save one from confusion, > To rescue Soul from dualism and preordained defeat? > So I pray for grace and knowledge at my Guru’s holy > feet. > > I am ‘That’, Absolute Consciousness, ever One, > As unconditional love, awareness, reality, bliss, > Embraced by love of God, and blest by His kiss; > In radiant light of His glory, bright as the Sun, > I am ever homogeneous, second then to none. > What care I for freedom from chains or liberation, > In life or death? Or game of gaining Realisation? > Or this current world destiny predestined to run, > Rebirthing in some alien womb, ‘til kingdom come? > For after transmigration, at-one-ment I may miss. > My Master halts this baffling mental perturbation, > I let go, and abide in Heart with silent adoration. > > I have no central entity, resident at home, > No one to feel elated or badly hurt by fear; > Or pleased, perplexed, pining, or simply here, > To feel depressed; yet there’s restless mind to roam > Over inner seascape of bubbles, froth and foam. > So where’s he who suffers, enjoys, plans and acts, > Who holds opinions, thinks he knows all facts? > What’s rising of thought, beneath my cerebral dome? > What’s this visible world? plaything of some gnome? > So now, there’s no fictional person to jeer or leer. > For my Master, his cards are neatly dealt in stacks, > Abiding in the Self, there’s no need for lofty tracts. > > So, set in the temple shrine of the spiritual Heart, > Nestling on the dexter side of my breathing, breast; > Not on the left, where a fleshy pump beats in my chest, > Dwells ‘I Amness’, from which real awakening starts. > So pondering, I pose the vital question, what’s the part > I play in life, what’s the answer to the riddle of the > world? > Who yearns for freedom from the jail in which I’m > hurled? > What is Oneness, consciousness, truth, wisdom’s art? > Into my heart He fired Love’s rose flowered dart. > Who’s bound or freed as an honoured friend and guest, > Behind the body-mind, and now at last unfurled, > As space for world to happen in, lustrous and impearled? > > So deep in my Heart, I Am the One, unborn, > Uncaused, unborn, deathless, Self existent, free. > I ask, what’s this stormy, bubbling, troubled sea > Where froth is foaming, from morn to twilight’s > gloaming, > On Self’s ocean, lit by orange orient dawn? > What is Creation? what means world dissolution? > I ponder questions and search for heartfelt solution. > Who and what is seeking? king, bishop or pawn > On time’s chess board, God’s emerald palace lawn? > What’s the end of searching, is it peace, liberty? > Who’s the brave seeker to find absolution, > Has he found as answer? the ultimate resolution. > > I am pristine, pure as Himalayan snow, > A pellucid stream pouring from a mountain height; > Chaste, flawless, without shame or blame, wintry white. > I trickle down the valley to the sea below, > And flow! curious about all there is to know. > By his Direct Path precious Self Knowledge’s gained, > To a glorious peaceful end, if and when attained? > I’ve no problems, in heaven, or in hell so low; > I’ve surmounted grief, elation, sorrow, born of woe. > Simply stated, I see what’s meant by wrong and right; > The world by preservation, is maintained > By grace of God, and His will, all beings are sustained. > > Awakened, stay steady, perfectly still > As an adamantine rock in ocean stands; > Unmoved by blustery winds, or shifting sands. > What are opposites, from health to sickly ill, > Pleasure, pain, joy to sorrow, to heal or kill? > Distraction, concentration, meditation, > Reflection, rejection, contemplation? > My Master welcomes all as God’s Almighty Will! > He accepts ‘what is’, as gracious grist to his mill. > Gently through grace, he breaks all bondage bonds. > In a paean of praise of unconditional affirmation, > He rests One in the Self of conscious consummation. > > I’ve lost the dread merry go round of thought; > Perpetual treadmill of self-opinion and words, > Mainly cynicism, lies, flapping wings of carrion birds, > Poisoned witch’s brew, often bitterly fraught > With totally mistaken notion that I ought > Cherish intellect and make my mind the chief. > To be burgled by thought, that villainous thief? > So the lesson that my dear Master patiently brought, > Ignore snake bites of concepts by which you’re wrought, > All that inner dialogue is truly quite absurd: > Here is pure Consciousness, a gift beyond belief, > The end of thought brings peace and blissful relief! > > I am clarity, pure as a crystal and lily white, > Flowering in purple, thistle-bracken field. > So what’s world delusion ? To this question I yield; > For mind can never understand the infinite, > The magic of Maya is a trick of light. > What’s world’s dream, notion or thought? It appears > Like fantastic music, deceiving all ears. > Emptiness of egotism, a simple void of night, > Is witnessing Self, nakedness of inward sight. > So what’s unveiled when the onion is peeled? > The Master wipes away confusion and dries my tears. > He says “all’s unfolding as it shouldâ€, and ends my > fears.†> > Without hint of duality , One without two, > Unified, whole, absolute and seamless, > All of a piece, love and pure awareness; > So there’s nothing to divide me from you; > Perfection coming from a primal source, who > Am I but ‘That’? deathless, eternal, the same > Self-existent, truth, a God without a name. > I know there’s nothing poor puny ‘me’ can do: > All that happens is His mighty will, through and through. > I rest in the heart, blissful, benign and blameless; > So what’s my soul to that awesome Lord of flame? > He says “unknown, celebrate, enjoy My game!†> > For endless rigorous effort, where’s the need? > Struggling ‘gainst one’s natural way of feeling, > Trained to prevail, practising fair dealing; > Pressed to labour if you wish to barely feed > A family, own a home, a job, and so succeed, > Conditioned like some machine well oiled. > Poor pilgrim’s now half baked, parboiled. > So my Master to his pupils, now does plead, > “Surrender, when you carry out each deed. > Forget the books, austerities and kneeling. > After all the hard years you’ve ardently toiled, > Relax, unwind, and never by this world be spoiled! " > > I’ve no limits, hedges, you’re no longer bound,— > No edges, land marks, verges, remain for thee. > Nothing arises, you’re empty space, for all to see > That all is well unfolded, true Self you’ve found. > I traced your ego like a zealous hunting hound, > And found my primal source, the Light of day, > Now as witness-consciousness I'm free to play. > I rest in my Heart, near a sacred mound, > Where my naked feet tread, is holy ground. > I’ve found freedom, joy, bliss and liberty. > Nothing is. Thou Art God, what more is there to say? > I’ve glimpsed the truth of Self the Non Dual way! > > > Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
