Ever since born, my parents whom I know
And through them my siblings, each grandparent,
Aunts, uncles and cousins with whom I owe
And share by birth a blood bond that they grant,
I wonder still, no links by me are made
Like friend’s or spouse’ whose knot can get broken
May last long as I live, or may well fade
Whilst bonds of blood for life are not token.
All said, if true identity is soul,
If I’m the part as an individual,
He, the total, an undivided whole,
Can part be separated from total?
If truly mine, yet Him I know not still,
What wonder if I sink in mire at will.
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Musings | 01.07.2026 | birth, parents, relationship, soul/self, spiritual, Sonnet
Note: The bond of birth and blood makes lasting relationship till life. But there is another bond that transcends life-- the bond truly advaita (of non-duality) of an individual soul and the supreme soul. Yet, Him who’s truly my own, I know not, and hence is neglected by me. What happens when I am free from this lifelong mire, when realization dawns? This is the subject matter of the next sonnet: When dawns my life’s new dawn.
The storm in soul or sea is one
it whispers balance - already done.
everything ever loved, feared or lost,
all carried by same wave tossed.
Washing the clouds away, dreaming of lemon and minty tea. Open to follow the tide. Waiting for lights to guide my way. Yoking to paradise. Junking the fires into the rain. Kneeling to Heaven on silent praise. Holding my peace as love echoes her name. She is the moonlit star, the shadow Queen who defeated the dark. Zipping toward flowers and tender grace. Nothing but stillness showed me I am given sight. Heavy snow and colder waves break down the fallen pain. I screamed at the dawn it was silent like I was just a passing song. Rivers give way to my garden wall. Planting the seeds to raise the Tao.
Peace Love and Joy. Freedom to ask who I am. Wisdom to Understand I am who I am. Love to join together and yoke with Truth. Lights seek their end point. Under shadows darkest night, I burned the echoes with silent laughter. In my giggles I found true delight. Many names one Witness. Open your eyes and Look into mine. I am who you are and we are Divine. Holy beyond all doubt. Bones and blood and flesh. Mind and Heart and Spirit. One Spirit One Truth. I am who I appear to be for I am you.
A circle within a circle and a circle inside that circle and another one and so it continues, till we reach the ultimate circle that is an electron that goes around another circle of circles!
And the wonder is that the circles have opposite electrical charges!
If we expand out from that circle to many circles out, we come to the circle that we live on, circled by the moon, and all those planets that circle the Sun which is a tiny speck amongst many more circles beyond our ken!
On this is us! a tiny dot with an ego and a pulse! And there are dots and dots and many such dots with their own name tags and bags! Can we stop and meditate deep within us so we all dissolve into one single circle that is the ultimate truth.
Some call it the supreme consciousness!
Flower in the crannied wall
Sponsor Craig Cornish
Written 06/03/2020
You’re not your body and you’re not your mind;
Not knowing the timeless truth makes you blind;
You’re not your story and you’re not your thoughts;
You’re not those age old, buried mental knots.
You’re not that chattering voice in your head;
You’re not anything that you did or said;
You’re not anything that you have or know
You’re the truth that is watching all this show!
You’re not anything that can be perceived;
You’re not an object that can be observed;
You’re the screen where the world is being played;
You’re the emptiness where the form is made.
You’re the one witnessing the mind and breath;
You’re one without two, beyond birth and death;
Like the air trapped in a small round bubble,
You feel separate which brings all the trouble.
Inquire inside and wake up from this dream!
Let truth alone shine like a bright white beam!
By inquiry, your illusions will break;
You’ll stop mistaking the rope for a snake.
- ©Shanmugam
(This poem contains core teachings of Advaita Vedanta)
"Don’t try to drag me into Oz
It will never work
I’ll kill the Munchkins and the witch
I swear I’ll go berserk"
--From "Malice In Wonderland" by Joyce Rugg
The scandal behind us,
We look to break through
To a new dimension.
The mind folds inward
leaving creases.
The mind lives inside the the brain—
A large surface if all spread out.
Neurons are agitated;
Glitches occur.
Events spew forth like comets,
And the mind reels.
Mistakes are made like pudding.
Upon a moment’s notice
Some file is missing.
Something in the wiring has
shorted out.
Evil come, evil go.
Evil marches to and fro.
*In Hinduism, and in particular Jnana Yoga and Advaita Vedanta, neti neti is a Sanskrit expression which means "not this, not this", or "neither this, nor that" It is found in the Upanishads and the Avadhuta Gita and constitutes an analytical meditation helping a person to understand the nature of Brahman by first understanding what is not Brahman. --Wikipedia
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