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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.â€

>

> 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!â€

>

> 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!

>

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