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The Body and the Mind: By Ramesh Chivukula
Body’s needs are legitimate
It is the Mind that is greedy. Continue reading “The Body and the Mind: By Ramesh Chivukula”
Mother Kali: By Alx Uttermann
AMMA
I have walked the ground where they made you, Mother
whirling with dust & wind
my mouth dry & pacing
the sound of your eternal hum in my ears
whipping my mind into you
whipping all minds into you
melting all Mind. Continue reading “Mother Kali: By Alx Uttermann”
It’s Simple: By Alx Uttermann
it’s simple,
this voice learning to hear itself Continue reading “It’s Simple: By Alx Uttermann”
All in a Bowl of Grapes: By Deepa Desai
In the darkness of the night,
I discovered in a bowl of grapes,
the rarest kind of gemstones,
more endearing than a dozen glittering
diamonds under a moonlit sky,
the color of the finest emerald,
of a most radiant green,
the color worn by famous Turkish sultans,
and adorned by the former Empress Farah.
With translucent and ever widening eyes,
I took the luscious greenness towards my mouth
To consummate the marriage
Of that single moment – a moment,
Filled with childlike wonder and a universe
Of possibility, as the whispers of eternity
and its ever unfolding abundance
pressed against my lips,
which opened as if to say,
thank you.
I discovered in a bowl of grapes,
the rarest kind of gemstones,
more endearing than a dozen glittering
diamonds under a moonlit sky,
the color of the finest emerald,
of a most radiant green,
the color worn by famous Turkish sultans,
and adorned by the former Empress Farah.
With translucent and ever widening eyes,
I took the luscious greenness towards my mouth
To consummate the marriage
Of that single moment – a moment,
Filled with childlike wonder and a universe
Of possibility, as the whispers of eternity
and its ever unfolding abundance
pressed against my lips,
which opened as if to say,
thank you.
Auspicious Shades by Trina Kavanagh
As I ramble on with Ramana
on sitting silent, and passing.
Action of auspicious shades of orange autumn leaves
attach their coloured crusty shades
to reflective rockports of realization.
On occasion, a lofty leaf within leela, stuck without sticking
releases bondage from rambling rocking walking rock.
Heart time space are collaborated and concentrated.
An unconditional comfortable compassion now remains here
and an all airy fiery appearance resides rupa.
Om. All love.
REFLECTION: By Alan Jacobs
On my blank transparent screen, that is pristine
Primordial Consciousness, clear and clean,
Birthless and deathless, I survey the scene.
I sense it has the semblance of a dream.
Technicolour pictures come and go
Endlessly like in a movie show.
All are creations of this sleeper’s mind,
But I am not that body’s brain I find.
Instead I look behind his watchful eyes
And then discover to my vast surprise
That I am that same Consciousness sublime,
Which is One with Love, and is Divine.
Posted on March 12, 2004 by Alan-ji to HarshaSatsangh
First, The Lightning: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
First, the lightning,
then the lightening,
follows the OM of thunder!
Shattered, scattered
who can put together
pieces of space.
No point in trying
and asking why
all the atoms are dancing.
As if they hear nothing
but love songs
written for you.
AUGUST SUMMER by Alan Jacobs
August summer from awesome meadow sings,
I never tire from commune with my Soul,
In silent wood’s enchanted shades, where broad
Shafts of sunlight fall in full accord
Gilding leaves of green. The dusty lane’s my goal,
Which ends where the higher path begins.
The air, the fair horizon, crystal springs,
Rosy lips of dawn, which one yearns to kiss
This hem of heaven’s robe in joyful bliss.
Come! let’s gaze at gleaming stars so chaste
They shine on Mother Earth through veils with haste.
Let pine trees imparting scented breath
Waft you along to life away from death,
To sapphire streams and fields of emerald green.
Let Nature’s radiance reveal her sheen
On the solemn beauty of your furrowed brow.
True love latent in your heart, here and now,
Will ever grace this sacred, monumental hour.
Photos courtesy of Trina Kavanagh
Gururaj Ananda Yogi
I am starting with this post a series of articles dedicated to the teachings that Gururaj Ananda Yogi gave to his chelas during 12 years. Gururaj Ananda Yogi (birth name: Purushottam Narsinhram Valodia, 3 March 1932, Gujarat, India – died 17 May 1988, Cape Town, South Africa) was the founder of International Foundation of Spiritual Unfoldment. Gururaj Ananda Yogi started giving satsang in his living room at his home in South Africa and during 1974 with the help of some of his disciples in South Africa started The South African Meditation Society and The International Foundation for Spiritual Unfoldment. Since that date to 1988 when he passed away he traveled around the world lecturing and had chelas in several countries, particularly Spain, USA and the UK countries he visited twice a year since he started teaching. His teachings were recorded and more than 3,000 hours of recorded material are now being edited and transcribed to be published in different media. Some of his disciples are today teachng meditation and there are centers in many parts of the world. I actually dedicate myself full time to teach meditation and maintain meditation centers in Barcelona, Asturias, Bilbao and Madrid
Emptiness
Just emptiness
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
Pulsating life that laughs back at
This bunch of impressions
That feel have an existence by its own
But just exist as impressions of this singled drop of water
Moment by moment, this form performs within this universal dance
And carries images to this singled drop of water
Still pictures of a film
Only existing in its own maya of mind
Clouds that hide the sun
Amazing sun that created those very same clouds
At times merging into my soul – a moment of perfection,
Vain seems my learning, and incomplete
The world’s knowledge gathered through its lifetime,
Impressions of what is, moment by moment, gathered in this singled drop of water
At this moment into timelessness, spacelessness, perfection;
Vain is all art, cults, creeds, humanity – all incomplete
Illusions! Mirages! And then that moment lapses:
The limitless becomes limited, the infinite becomes finite
The machinery of mind starts rolling in its own disturbance –
Surveying the din and tumult of the world,
All existence becomes real and time is divided;
The mind gropes in its own darkness
Real becomes the multitude stricken with pain –
All striving for wealth or fame or a dreamed “forever” prince.
A strive for perfection – the aim of all – consciously or unconsciously.
Knowledge and art and cults and creeds are not in vain
In the world of mind; toiling, striving, fathoming –
Seeking completeness from without
Images gathered reflected back in this moment of delight.
I that have tasted of infinity
Fight with my own mind at times, to loosen its bonds,
And try to seek within
For another moment of eternity
Through these series of articles I will be introducing the teachings of Gururaj Ananda Yogi from which many will be able to benefit
Namaste
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