Short Avadhuta Poems
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“Change and changelessness, the definable and the indefinable are untrue. If the truth is in the Self alone, why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
For the lucid dreamer, no rules apply ~
Enjoying full freedom, wingless we fly
“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 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
“All is verily the absolute Self.
Distinction and nondistinction do not exist.
How can I say, "It exists; it does not exist"?
I am filled with wonder!”
inner light caged
by ego upstaged
whenever tested
in jest we rested
feral lower mind
choosing love kind
awake in the dream
where illusions stream
the vaporised self
dances by itself
suffused with bliss
exclaiming ‘I am this’
“The unmoving One, who without effort possesses all that is movable and immovable, is Consciousness, naturally calm, like the sky.”
God’s omnipresence has no place to move,
being all that is, present everywhere,
poised in time stretched peace, with no point to prove,
resplendent with love and light, self-aware,
one without a second, beyond compare,
be it as source or in form manifest,
even in the fiercest storms, heart at rest.
“Here is the negation of time, untime, and even the atom of fire, but no negation of the absolute Truth. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
We as Self have no attribute,
neither attachment nor desire,
yet breath by breath as we reboot,
we are the light that sparks heart’s fire.
The power of bilocation,
positions the Self everywhere,
bliss beats spurting heart’s elation,
as pure awareness self-aware.
“He who is free from attachment and hatred, devoted to the good of all beings, fixed in knowledge and steady shall attain to the supreme state.”
Easy to understand are these words wise,
that free from desire, with love our emote,
detached from outcomes, God we realise,
emitting love and light, as we free float,
as our life toward God-search we devote.
Having understood, we must walk the talk,
gentling touch and resolving not to balk.
“I have no body or bodilessness, nor have I intelligence, mind, and senses. How shall I speak of attachment and detachment? I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
Waves have form without possessing desire,
as a part of the vast, formless ocean,
dancing as does each flicker of a fire,
embracing and releasing emotion,
still at the core, outwardly in motion.
There then thus is nothing for us to do,
as heart delights feeling bliss beats renew.
“Never do I have father, mother, family, caste, birth and death. How shall I speak of affection and infatuation? I am free from disease—my form has been extinguished.”
To which dream image should we cling,
in the dance of shadows on earth,
knowing in truth there is no thing,
save heart bubbling in blissful mirth?
We know we’ve walked these streets before,
each time in a different form,
so why then would we keep a score,
when we’re tranquil in every storm?
“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.
>b>“The srutis—such as "That thou art" prove to thee thou art indeed That, devoid of adjuncts and the same in all. Why dost thou, who art the identity in all, grieve in thy heart?”
Simply know this: we are not body-mind
All manifestations are unreal
Simply be with pulse of bliss beats aligned
Ambling through life with boundless zest and zeal
As light that lights all lights, whose touch does heal
To get to this knowing simply be still
All voids within will in timeless time fill