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No denial at all, let there be no denial at all
Om Shantih Shantih Shantih: KENOPONISHAD
LORD SAID
YOU LIVE IN ME
YOU SHOULD NOT LEAVE ME
YOU SHOULD REMAIN AT MY HEART
YOU ARE MY CHILD
LIVE AT ATMAN GREAT SELF
LIVE AT BRAHMAN THE ABSOLUTE
AUM, PEACE PEACE PEACE
LIGHT OF UPANISHAD
(C)RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
29th October,2014
“A rebel, a nerd, we follow not the herd ~
Gong of Om felt as bliss, is our holy word “
~ quote by poet
To be a celibate or to celebrate,
former suppression, latter jubilation,
is what the scripture says, determines our fate
but why not dwell in the void of cessation?
Let us flow through this life with nonchalant ease,
mode embrace and release, flowing like the breeze,
with fullness in emptiness being the norm,
invoking divine magnetism, a bliss storm.
We ask, how did manifestation arise,
what’s the purpose and what are we doing here,
to which the guru said, simply realise,
existence is one, feel within bliss beats spear.
God created space-time, then all worlds within,
hiding Himself in each heart, so go therein,
dissolve the ego, which is an interface
and recognise light of Self by divine grace.
To know the truth, we go back the way we came,
becoming the life force that empowers form,
sliding into silence, no tempests to tame,
we are the stillness centred in every storm.
The womb of space pierced, we stand as living light,
made in God’s image and drenched in bliss delight,
which is akin to waking up from a dream,
seeing we’re always aloft on love’s moonbeam.
The light of Self known, it is as yet a seed,
since God Absolute to us remains unknown
but if we be still and allow Him to lead,
in timeless time we imbibe clear truth full blown.
Taking our head ovoid as the cosmic egg,
hatching out of it, twice born we do not beg,
descending to heart, where polarities merge,
embodying God’s light, felt as a bliss surge.
“Our heart’s pure intent, divine magnetism does woo ~
The boons of God’s grace can never be taboo”
~ quote by poet
The scripture emphasises need for restraint
but do not desire demons appear in dreams
and to live timidly as such is a taint,
for our heart desires to dance among moonbeams.
Of course no doubt we must side step indulgence,
addiction diminishing our effulgence
but that said let’s be a rainbow in full view,
as light of God in heart, whose each hue is new.
he who seeks liberation
is in a state of separation
desiring to go from here to there
although God or Self is everywhere
practices based on belief
offers the heart no relief
so simply remaining self-aware
even the need to ascend outstare
Two Gods: unmanifest and manifest,
paradox being that both are the same
and we too become That when thought forms rest,
thus in truth know that life is but a game,
a lucid dream, with no tempests to tame.
God’s heartbeat is the cosmic vibration,
be it the void or seeming creation.
God’s breath is life
so end strife dear
bliss rife just be
When thoughts ebb, ego disappears,
yet presence remains self-aware,
of its power, which life’s dream steers,
which is the clear truth, stark and bare.
God alone is, the all there is
and we in body are His spark,
propelled by thrust of a bliss fizz,
as light that banishes the dark.
By letting go of, we get to,
point of awareness which we are,
a simple truth we never knew,
that God is within, not afar.
To wake up is to merge with God,
be it here or outside space-time
but even in form, when heart’s thawed,
we sense within it, bliss beat’s chime.
The guru’s welcome address
asks his students to suppress
lust and tread gently on earth,
faith-filled heart bubbling with mirth.
We cannot say we agree,
since we’d rather roam carefree,
mood and mode, embrace-release,
garnering the truth with ease.
Instead of suppressing lust,
steering heart towards deeds just,
doing thus, standing erect,
we do as God does direct.
There’s no shortcut, walk the talk
and before fear forms don’t balk,
simply purifying heart,
God-search in silence jump start.
As for faith as blind belief,
how can we turn a new leaf,
until we are touched by grace
and we see God face to face?
Of course negating desire,
ignites our heart’s sacred fire,
thus the Buddha’s middle way,
perhaps may make earth life play.
Holy books do seek to teach,
just as weary pastors preach,
so we listen and reflect,
which boxes need to be checked.
Be we manifest or unmanifest,
standing outside space-time or in its fold,
joyous heart tranquil, is always at rest,
luminous aura shining like pure gold.
Om’s the gong from which creation arose,
as also that in which it is sustained,
patterned in a dance form God Himself chose,
where we dwell till we’re from ego unchained.
All that is, is one consciousness alone,
which in the realm dual, is disbelieved
but befriending silence when we atone,
soul is from cravings of ego relieved.
Made in God’s image, we are living light ~
Flame self-existent, that banishes night
Relinquishing individuality,
which reworded means erasing the ego,
oh worthy monk, embrace the totality,
that we see God face to face, by letting go.
Be like the sun that nourishes one and all,
springing forward to assist all those who fall,
beholding the light of God in every form,
that thus with His law of oneness we conform.
The Self has no attribute
yet continues to reboot,
pure, vibrant and untainted,
light by which life is painted.
Existing beyond space-time,
at peace with no peaks to climb,
bliss replete, it is complete,
as light that does not deplete.
As witness consciousness, always at rest ~
I Am the Self with no load on my chest
In Me all forms appear and disappear ~
Apart from Self know there is no one here
A, U, M as alphabets in mantra Om,
have been by the scriptures over analysed
but riding waves of thought we never reach home
for as long as life is weighed, measured and sized,
like a directionless soul, earth we will roam
and the truth of God will not be realised.
Let the gong of Om arise all by itself,
revealing to us in time, the light of Self.
God as the one life force, dwells in every heart
but the ego feels that it is separate,
so if our search for truth we wish to jump-start,
simply standing still letting not fear forms bait,
thought constructed demons of darkness depart,
whence as the sole architect of our soul’s fate,
in the pause of silence, pheromones mingle
and truth becomes clear when our eye is single.