Unreal is all existence manifest,
which therefore includes notion of our ego,
so let us give concepts we nurture a rest,
that as ownership of thought forms we let go,
acting no longer then at our mind’s behest,
shifting into the vast void, we gently flow.
Ego exhumed, as awareness self-aware,
transcending space and time, with God’s mind we pair.
Man, there we were sitting in the front row,
this one night now a fantasy come true.
There is no way we could begin to know
in that moment what we would need to do.
A backstage pass you were able to go,
Prince let you in I had to fret and stew.
The Artist's spontaneous meet and greet,
woke up now I want a real life repeat.
One singular consciousness ensouls all forms,
which we know not since ego is in control
but if with fortitude we weather life’s storms,
making heart quiescent that no thoughts patrol,
our formless presence, with laws of God conforms,
reclaiming light of Self that scriptures extol.
God verily is the light Who lights all lights,
felt as benign bliss magnetism that delights.
to be liberated whilst as yet alive
requires unwavering focus on the Self
vibrant always in toroidal heart’s bliss hive
with no agenda remaining on our shelf
as God’s magnetism shifts into overdrive
and dwelling in peace life flows on by itself
we are awake when without mirrors we see
that God alone is and we are as is He
completely releasing all moments gone by
softened attention animates the present
choosing with currents of bliss beats to comply
dwelling in peace and just following the scent
of divine magnetism that makes our heart sigh
melding with the flow, witnessing soul’s ascent
fullness in emptiness becoming the norm
we’re poised in stillness at the eye of the storm
Oh ye mighty hurricane, storm, or gale,
I cannot say, that I can e'er endorse
the means by which you make your will prevail,
depending as you do upon your force.
Indeed, you just destroy the young and frail,
as your wild, brutal tempest runs its course.
Young tender saplings grow into strong trees
'neith the sun, swaying in a gentle breeze.
Youth mentor with a message to convey,
do you find that your voice is growing tired?
Your heavy-handed tactics will not sway?
The odd way we human beings are wired,
it's joy to help a child find her own way,
and so, I've rhetorically inquired,
"What's more effective than a harsh command?"
- the gentle guidance of a helping hand.
“Meditation on) Pranava, the divine sound of Aum, is the only way to Brahman (Spirit), salvation.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
The root mantra that pervades the universe,
is the gong of Om, the cosmic vibration,
within which if our attention we immerse,
we enter the vibrant void of cessation,
imbibing God’s grace with no need to rehearse,
attuned to the cosmic reverberation.
In time Om becomes our inner sound current,
commingled with throb of bliss beats recurrent.
“The aforesaid five objects, which are the negative attributes of the five electricities, being combined produce the idea of gross matter in its five forms: Ki, solids; Ap, liquids; Tejas, fire; Marut, gaseous substances; and Akasa, ether.
These five forms of gross matter and aforesaid fifteen attributes, together with Manas, Mind, sense consciousness; Buddhi, discriminative Intelligence; Chitta, the Heart or power of feeling; and Ahamkara, the Ego, constitute the twenty-four basic principles of creation.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
In the realm of heaven, our eye is single
but with no adversities to overcome,
so the one becomes two and then they jingle
propelled by the power of the cosmic hum
and in the five elements they commingle,
ego distanced from heart, though soul is welcome.
Poised thus in subject-object relationship,
we discover God when love is our flagship.
In the still of dawn, tears fall, heartbroken
Sorrows murmur of the past’s distant dread
Words won’t come and the fear goes unspoken
As my soul seeks, unsure of what’s ahead
My mind wanders to light I can soak in
Knowing my soul will read those things unsaid
Singing grace through the night’s quiet shadows
And tears play in the verses I compose
In the silence, where wind reflects Fall’s praise
Blows gentle rhythms of faith, hope and love
Praying to the One who’ll always amaze
When He’s with me, there comes peace like a dove
There is music in the warmth of His gaze
Singing grace that will lead to heaven above
Whatever comes, despite the worst I’ve known
He promised me I’ll never be alone
In the breath of kindness that comes from Him
I’m sure that this love is His greatest gift
This is love that will last, it’ll never dim
It prepares me for the light who’s adrift
Seeking from me, this praise so like a hymn
In the air, grace and wonder come so swift
Because I know Him who blesses my soul
With Him, there’s a promise I’ll be made whole.
Sensing that in our life something was amiss,
we beseeched our polarities to entwine
in our heart’s cave, where they may as lovers kiss,
that nodes within us gather under love’s sign,
manifesting boundless rapture, borne by bliss,
as with pulsations of love we so align.
God’s magnetism holds our soul in close embrace,
ignition renewal, at a rapid pace.
We’re touched by Holy Spirit but no one knows,
save our soul’s presence enraptured in delight
and as the benign bliss burn steadily grows,
we’re transfixed in heightened joy by day and night,
for we are in the boat that God Himself rows,
transmuting us here and now as living light.
Such is our secret which with mankind we share,
hoping some pure souls with childlike hearts will pair.
“Parambrahma causes creation, inert Nature (Prakriti), to emerge. From Aum (Pranava, the Word, the manifestation of the Omnipotent Force), come Kala, Time; Desa, Space; and Anu, the Atom (the vibratory structure of creation).”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
The word Om being the cosmic vibration,
witnessed by time, sends ripples all across space,
as the will of God, cause of all creation,
orbiting heart in mode release and embrace,
which we so feel breath by breath as sensation,
recognising this gift of life as God’s grace.
Be this as it may, we must choose to transcend,
that to the unmanifest realm we ascend.
To start with she hesitates, if at best,
Then unwinds, loosens up, forward to move
And begins to show tides like interest,
Immerses then in art of making love,
Not in any hurry to reach the crest,
A dove before, she now gets into groove,
No mean moist, in mood, looks for privacy
To give immense joy as spouse so happy.
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Translation (Ottava Rima) | 27.08.2025 | love, passion
Note: Here is a verse (in Shardul-vikridit meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). This verse is about the love-making ways of women-- how from being hesitant initially she becomes so passionate to leave aside all shyness. Here is the transliteration:
Pra-angaam eti mana aagana aagata rasam jaata abhilaashaam tatah,
Sa-vridam tat anu shlathi krtat anu pra-dhvasta dhairyam punah |
Prema aardram sprhaneeya nirbhara rahah kridaa pragalbham tatah,
Nihshanka anga vikarshana adhika sukham ramyam kula stree ratam || 60 ||
1.18
“That which has form is not real
Only the formless is permanent
Once this is known
you will not return to illusion”
Brahman or God absolute unmanifest,
is luminous darkness, tightly packed and still,
pulsating with potent power, whilst at rest,
wherefrom all worlds are created by His will,
bubbles in space-time, where desires are addressed,
whence the love dove perches on soul’s window sill.
All that’s created, in time will disappear ~
Wake up and realise there is no one here
Depending upon words as symbols employed,
we may label the absolute Self as God,
the substratum of existence unalloyed,
recognised in staid silence when heart has thawed,
that pristine presence, no longer by thoughts toyed,
dissolves all opposites, giving love our nod.
Everything that exists, is but God’s heartbeat,
mirrored as bliss heat that makes us feel complete.
In meditation space and time disappear,
where all that exists is the Self as God’s flame,
renewing itself in itself without fear,
Absolute Self motionless, always the same,
highly dense bright darkness and as we draw near,
we see the ultimate truth in life’s end game.
Obtaining clear sight, the mind of our heart knows,
that we are all in the boat God Himself rows.
relinquishing feeling of thought ownership
silence is our default orientation
innate vibrance of consciousness our worship
the void of cessation our meditation
bliss in permanence is then our heart’s flagship
obtaining the power of bilocation
doing nothing yet as all doings are done
recognising clearly God and we are one
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