“The significance of the letter "a" is that the avadhuta is free from the bondage of hopes, is pure in the beginning, middle, and end, and dwells ever in joy.”
“The syllable "va" is indicative of him by whom all desires have been renounced, whose speech is wholesome, and who dwells in the present.”
“The syllable "dhu" is a sign of him whose limbs are grey with dust, whose mind is purified, who is free of all diseases, and who is released from the practices of concentration and meditation.”
“The syllable "ta" is significant of him by whom the thought of Truth has been made steady, who is devoid of all thoughts and efforts, and who is free from ignorance and egoism.”
Avadhuta means a realised sage,
detached, vibrant and illuminated,
in whose heart the fire of lust does not rage,
who flows with ease, never agitated,
never feeling from God separated,
who lives naturally, always awake,
no practice to adopt, none to forsake.
“By my making pilgrimage to Thee Thy all-pervasiveness has been destroyed by me. With my meditation Thy transcendence of the mind has been destroyed by me. Thy transcendence of speech has been destroyed by me by my singing Thy praise. Ever forgive me these three sins.”
God-search is a paradox
In as a movement from here to there
So pause awhile in silence oh hermit and detox
That of the fact we are he who we seek become aware
We seek fullness in emptiness since heart feels incomplete
But on melding with the void wayward ego vaporises
When grazed by grace we become bliss replete
Beholding in wonder how magnetism rises
The seeker who seeks does not exist
Except for a while in form as but an interface
So simply relinquishing beliefs and ceasing to resist
Separation ends and then God holds us in close embrace
“Forever divested of all and united to the Self, the enlightened one is the All, free and devoid of truth. Thus, how can there be here life and death, and how can there be any accomplishment through meditation or lack of meditation?”
“All this is magic, like a mirage in the desert. Only the absolute Self, of indivisible and impenetrable form, exist”
Are dreams real if we dream every night,
so whether we bowl or whether we bat,
if heart be tranquil and we have clear sight,
how does it matter what pranks we are at?
Come hither ego, we’ll give you a pat
for your antics but know we are free,
unshackled from mind’s tree, dancing carefree.
“The Self is Destruction, devoid of the destroyed and undestroyed. The Self is the Auspicious Moment, devoid of the auspicious and inauspicious time. Thus, how can there be here substance and absence of substance? The Truth which is homogeneous is of the form of the sky.”
luminescence
quintessence light
essence pure love
no peaks to climb
we but mime God
His chime within
“If the yogi is always related to knowledge and perception, to duality and unity, how can he be free here? How can a yogi be natural and free from attachment here? He is the enjoyer of the pure, stainless, and homogeneous Being.”
Knowledge is of objects and therefore flawed,
given that we dwell in shape shifting dreams,
being illusions created by God,
in the womb of space-time, where His will streams,
where sun’s light is refracted as moonbeams.
The source is one indivisible field
and if we be still, this truth’s not concealed.
“The enlightened one is a yogi devoid of yoga and absence of yoga. He is an enjoyer, devoid of enjoyment and absence of enjoyment. Thus he wanders leisurely, filled with the spontaneous joy of his own mind.”
We, as flame of God, are one with the whole
and the ‘we’ we speak of does not exist,
in as an ego performing a role,
which when it dies, on ceasing to resist,
finds out its living light and a bliss mist.
Given these facts, what is there left to do,
save in wonder watching bliss beats renew,
wherein presence in but not of the world,
dwelling in peace, no puzzles left to sew,
delights beholding flag of love unfurled.
“How can there be any discussion here of body and disembodiment, of attachment and detachment? Here is the Truth Itself in Its spontaneous natural form—pure, immovable like the sky!”
Appearances like waves of the ocean,
are all in the womb of consciousness held,
seeming to be in incessant motion,
parallax corrected when ego’s felled,
whence with mind of God we seamlessly meld.
Distanced from pulse dual, our eye single,
heart yet delights when pheromones mingle.
“The Self is that in which the distinction of teacher and disciple disappears and in which the consideration of instruction also disappears. I am indeed the Absolute and the supreme Truth. How can I, in that case, make any salutation?”
Anandamayi Ma anointed herself ~
We may do likewise, knowing all is Self
“The Self is the annihilation of the masculine and the nonmasculine. It is the annihilation of the feminine and the nonfeminine. If there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be consciousness of joy and lack of joy?”
Transcending space-time, Self has no attribute,
so gender male or female does not apply.
Vibrant Self does continuously reboot
and is light eternal that never does die.
Peace of the Self becomes boundless bliss on earth,
by merging polarities bubbling with mirth,
retaining its lustre in every domain,
as in hermits unshackled from ego’s chain.
“If the Self is the negation of imagined worlds, if It is the negation of imagined gods, if there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be discriminating consciousness of good and evil?”
Evil egos are from love misaligned,
yet a day comes when they self-realise,
that all’s one so being loving and kind,
is how God wishes to look through our eyes,
to which end wayward ego must capsize.
As each soul journeys on its chartered course,
love transforms their hearts without use of force.
“If the Self is the negation of difference and nondifference, if it is the negation of knower and knowable, if there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the third, how can there be the fourth?”
Time makes kinetic, consciousness in space
but neither space nor time truly exist,
being but a template birthed by God’s grace,
terrains we navigate as a bliss mist.
Consciousness capsuled in form feels constrained,
since deep at its core it knows it is light,
hemmed in by space-time, to body-mind chained,
it searches for permanent bliss delight.
Power of bilocation is the key,
that as both immanent and transcendent,
poised at heart’s stillness centre, we are free,
beholding light of Self, bliss resplendent.
Dear souls, bother not about yogic states ~
We are living light that never abates
“The Self is the negation of the distinction between day and night. The Self is the negation of the risen and not-risen. If there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the sun, the moon, and fire?”
The sense of separation from existence,
is in simple words, a state of delusion,
cause being ego, which offers resistance,
with truth revealed upon head and heart fusion.
All is one, as affirmed again and again,
self-evident when our heart is free from stain,
when we view as a dream, all that’s manifest,
in the midst of movement, remaining at rest.
“The srutis declare in various ways that all this, the ether and its like, and we ourselves, are like a mirage. If there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the comparable and the comparison?”
Consciousness is by God’s will polarised,
in Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg,
in the matrix of space-time localised,
where aspects of Itself for freedom beg.
When we are enraptured by love’s bliss fizz,
ego exhumed, poised at a stillness point,
we then realise that God alone is,
then our Self in heart, we ourself anoint.
When life we endure and make our heart pure,
that which became two becomes one again,
birthing a bliss surge, making us demure,
freeing consciousness from ego’s thought chain.
God’s boundless grace in-pours through pores of space ~
Breath by breath we may feel His warm embrace
“Here is the Essence, the concentration of all essences, which is said to be different from one's individual consciousness. To be the instrument of the perception of objects is unreal. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
Visualise a single energy field,
self-existent, pulsating outside space-time,
polarised by power God Himself does wield,
breathing myriad forms to feel every chime,
to which end consciousness creates the ego,
hemmed in by mind and senses, loathe to let go,
yet upon surrender it merges with source,
enabled by God’s love that employs no force.
“Pure, vast and homogeneous like the sky, the Self is the same in all and devoid of all. It is the homogeneous Being divested of essence, nonessence, and change. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
We as the Self dwell beyond space and time,
being God or consciousness absolute,
so there are no peaks left for us to climb,
in the world of forms where egos reboot.
Reworded we may say there’s no one here,
meaning separate selves do not exist,
so let us discard all objects held dear,
reclaiming innate light as a bliss mist.
Oh deluded one, we are breathed by God
and ego’s but an earth life interface,
which drops off on its own leaving us awed,
as steps towards our true home we retrace.
Ascending in time on an upward arc,
such is the truth discovered, plain and stark.
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