RIGHT OR WRONG

Right and wrong, divisions born
Of this mind’s perception

People are just that people
Choice-less acceptance
In awareness of the One
Whose expression they are

They that shall come
Come of their own
In a spontaneous answer to a call from deep within themselves
Not a call from anyone around
The Divine calls not once but a million times thus
A sincere seeker thus
Shall reach
The bliss he/she seeks

BETWEEN SOUND AND SILENCE
Sound is an aberration in the field of silence
A simple wave motion in an ocean of stillness.

Within the womb of Silence lies many an unmanifested sound
Which manifest, essentially transient and then disappear back from where it came

Man is juxtaposed between Sound and Silence.
Unique, capable of experiencing the Creator and the Creation simultaneously.

He is mortal and immortal. Mortal if he is thought of as matter and immortal if he is the soul.

The Truth is an exquisitely woven intricate web of all apparent opposites

Silence and Sound.

Matter and Spirit.

Nothing and Everything.

Birth and Death.

In the final alchemy there remains but ONE
(From my book KITCHENETTE SOUL)

‘God’ is a presence
Not a person
Felt not seen
An experience of Love and warmth
Simply,
Ever-present, all around
Waiting to engulf,
Should you but allow

An awareness of this every moment,
Is Bliss here and now
Not in the distant future
Or in an unknown heaven

Why bother about birth and death
If this life is a dream
All the ‘lives’
Before and those to come are dreams too
The One Truth that encases all is ever-present
This birth or the next shall ever be in the arms of
The One.

Love

Love that transcends beyond a reason
Love which has no need
No need for appreciation
No need for reciprocation
No need for recognition
Love when it transcends reason
A seeking that transforms
Into a dissolving
Oneness to Nothingness
Love that transcends
Dissolves into bliss
That simply is

Spiritual?

To be spiritual is not to be just good and holy. Far far from that. It is about finding the courage of a lion within, yet meet the world with compassion and love, work with hands of steel, yet with the softness of love. Spirituality is a journey to find-- not some god somewhere and book a place in heaven for yourself, but to find your own true self. The naked face devoid of all the role play. Roles that we adorn everyday, Son of someone, boss of someone, wife of someone. Amidst all these roles there is someone deep down who is distinct a silent witness to to all these roles, a mute spectator. That is the real you, the god within. Devotion, meditation and religion are mere routes to this. Pick any. Once you find that then springs all else, courage and compassion to face this world, not as a soilder goes to war, but like a mother tending to her own at home. Each and everyone is spiritual. For without that spirit within, there is no life.

“Collabrative or competitive?
To work in unison or to out beat the other?

Seek to defeat and you shall be defeated

For there will always be someone better

Why despair
He is One too

You are a runner in a relay race
He is too
Run hand over the baton
Move on
Life existed before you
Shall exist after you

SomeOne is always there
Forms are the same
Content is just ONE

Independence is a myth
Interdependence is the order
Of Creation

Why Moksha?

Yearned for liberation
From what to what?

Thought I was separated from you
This birth was a cage from where I sought release
When you are in me and I am in You
Then separation
Is but a delusion
A union that is always
This birth or the next
A drop in Ocean
Is always (a)part of the Ocean
Never apart
Laugh at the hilarity of it all

Worry, oh worry!

Worry never did anyone good
A sly thief
Who robs youth and laughter
Leaves behind lines that mar
The once pretty face

Should worry make things merry
I would worry in a hurry
But all it does is make me feel just sorry
What shall be, shall be
Worry or no worry

I write this for My Master Swami Akshara. I met Swamiji through my husband who in many ways has been my first spiritual guide and teacher. An what an experience that has been!

Offered you a few flowers of Love and devotion
Marveled at the miracle that did trigger

Like the spark ignites a flame
You do rain on me
Every moment

Flowers of various hues
Of Love
Of Knowledge
Of Bliss
Unlimited
Through all those around
Feel blessed beyond words

Faith in God is not an immunity against pain and sorrow
Just as money in hand does not ensure good health,
Pain and pleasure, joy and sorrow
Are an integral part of the wheel of life

Both faith and money support
True strength rises from the Divine within
That resides in one and all.

To connect to the Divine
As a dispenser of goodies
An eternal source of miracles
Is to love parents like a spoiled brat does
Turns to his parents for more
Ever more

The Divine simply loves
Shall walk in as much as you let in
He that streches out a palm shall receive such
He that opens his being shall receive such
Then reigns Bliss Eternal

Light of Truth

One sun that brightens up not just this earth, but all the planets
In its fold
Just as One master illumines many

The stars that shine on at night are suns too far away,
They illumine too just as the sun
The sun too is a star

One Light as many stars
One Truth through many Masters
To sort, to chose is ignorance
He that stands with One
Close to his heart
Shall be illumined by the Truth that is Him
Just as easily as the sun warms this earth
Simply for reason, unasked
For a Master can’t help but shower
Love and Knowledge

“The silver lining of the dark cloud is but the sun shining eternally, just waiting for the cloud to pass”

She licked me all over
Wagged her tail in appreciation
Then scampered off into the bush
While I looked on in anticipation
And in flash
She came back with a dead rat
I ranted and raved
“How could you?
When I give you the best of everything
And you bring in that rotten thing
You are utterly exasperating”
And did give her a whack
And walked back
Fuming

Then a while later
I did hear
From deep within
“They are dead rats too
That you chase in your mind too
Of people, situations gone by”
While surrounded by the best
Every moment,
Think of the worst!”

I did laugh out loud,
And yes dear, dear Master you are much, much, more compassionate
Than I was with the pup