The third kind of action.



Is there a third kind of action that is neither repression nor release? That is not conditioned by either want or dislike. An action that is not of the self, using another in thought or deed for its own fulfillment . If so, we must investigate what it is. For thats the kind of action that is needed today if there is to be a transformation in this society. A movement that is consumed by Truth, and Truth alone. An act that is not bothered with its own petty little self and its pleasures and insecurities. A preoccupied mind is entirely useless and breeds a lot of misery. It is dead and incapable of providing the creative expanse that is needed for a fundamental transformation. For that to happen something else is required. A quality of awareness that doesn't exclude. And knows no belief. That is not bothered with the petty and its silly lil theories. That breeds not conflict. An awareness that doesn't seek, but is. That which is silent and embracing. The space beyond the impulse. The eternal eye that is always awake. An awareness that is itself joy and the immeasurable source of all life. Only that alone can transform. All else along with their gurus and their stories is just hogwash. The limited can never grasp the unlimited.

Hamsa



Its interesting how 'watching the breath' has been made into a technique. A formula for concentration. A process of narrowing down and exclusion in the name of one pointed attention. However, it appears that breath performs the opposite function if we are open to watching. A marvelous reminder of the beautiful rhythm in our body. ceaseless and continuous. rising, falling, and resting. what a miracle! A reminder of the totality of interconnection of all of existence. The air and the oxygen in it are made possible by a vast network of interrelationships involving diverse elements from far corners of the earth and beyond. The phytoplankton, ocean currents, earth's gravitation, forests, temperature and pressure differentials, climates, sunlight, lil green leaves, soil chemistry, micro-organisms in them, our own lungs, the rate of combustion in the sun, distance of the earth from it, its spin, the big-bang, carbon sequestration by earlier life-forms, and many many processes that the mind hasn't yet grasped. And once the air enters our body, another set of intricate processes convert it into vitality.. Its profound how everything is interlinked to everything else and makes this intricate life possible. And breath is the carrier of this prana. life. A simple and gentle and immediate reminder of the vastness of life and how blessed we are to be immersed in it. maybe we need to watch our breath not to get anywhere, but simply be silenced by its love.

Enlightenment first. Sex later.

Enjoy the impulse only when you are perfectly capable of stepping back from it, and even smile at it. We are ready to handle power, pleasure or possession only when we are also ready to let go of them completely. One has to be a brahmachari first in its truest sense, to know what samsara is. Anything else is pure exploitation, however elegantly packaged.

And exploitation can never be love.

have you ever felt so joyous, that you had to get up in the middle of the night and dance? yeah dance! :D

Moving on... but NOT walking away.

wow.. was looking at some old pics just now.. and stunned to see how much seems to have changed over the years. so much you've never shared and i never perceived.. don't know what happened, but something has seriously gone wrong. maybe.. even long before we met.. am sorry it's been so hard.. please know that my thoughts are always with you constantly praying for healing and strength.. also know that i haven't walked away. just shocked and confused.. Please feel free to come back if you ever feel like. Thou art always welcome. With open arms.

Love you.

You are immortal, go out and play.

You are also mortal, still go out and play.

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don't take yourself too seriously, coz you are only half the story.
But don't take yourself too lightly either, coz the other half is God.

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Duality is not wrong. It's just one side of the coin.

The wild daughters of the earth.



When was the last time you saw a truly happy woman? They are even more rare than truly happy men. Full of pain, weariness and sadness, the women of today are a destructed lot. Chained, ground-down, coerced, intimidated, cautioned, instructed, ordered around, reprimanded, burnt, pierced, beaten, kicked, spat on, punched, ridiculed, talked down to, disrespected, raped, molested, letched at, disrobed by countless hands and many more eyes, repressed, used, abused, exploited, stifled, cornered, locked-up, killed, dirtied, unheeded, brutalised, numbed, dammed and damned, enslaved, sold-off, prostituted, tortured, silenced, abandoned, manipulated, denied, thwarted, shut-up, shut-down, taken for granted, unacknowledged, called names, insulted, owned, rented, traded, exchanged, trafficked, dumbed-down, decked-up, blinded, disempowered , domesticated, paraded around, glossed over, flaunted, invested in, packaged, branded, distributed, even franchised, cheated, betrayed, distrusted, mutilated, ignored.. phew!

These women are not just around us, but also within us. Every man has a woman inside him. If only he knew..

Margazhi is here again, and so are misty mornings, cold nights, warm snuggles, loudspeaker wake up calls, early morning hot water baths, aacharamana maami's, music and devotion in the air, deserted roads, carols and christmas bells, cake and glad tidings as well! ah!

One my favourite songs for my favourite month :)

When duality is lost, so is the drive?



D. How will the sexual impulse cease to be?

M. When differentiation ceases.

D. How can it be effected?

M. The “opposite” sex, and its relation are only mental concepts. The Upanishad says that all are dear because the Self is beloved of all. One’s happiness is within; the love is of the Self only. It is only within; do not think it to be without. Then differentiation ceases to operate.

From:
Talks with Ramana Maharshi
January 21, 1937

A Father's Son.

It had stopped raining for a few hours, and it seemed even the skies were exhausted and catching their breath. There wasn't much of a crowd yet. Just a few relatives. It was still early in the morning and the news was only now getting by. Soon people would trickle in as two's and three's, friends and relatives to pay their last respects, say their last good bye's and stand in support of family thats lost one of its pillars.

Death can be cruel, and unrelenting. As evident from his shriveled body, sucked dry of all flesh and succor. A once healthy frame now just skin over bones. That warm shy smile had given way to a vacant gape of death and those once purposeful eyes now staring at nothing. Every bone could be counted, and it was all that remained. It's a cruel way to go, and he was a brave man to have taken it on.

Every leaf from the tree of life would one day wither and fall, return to the rich humus of soil and be absorbed back into the cycle of change. There is no escaping this movement. All that is born must die. The manifest become unmanifest, and form merge into the formless. But the fertile compost this leaves behind full of memories, dreams, stories, songs, laughters, tears, aspirations cultures, passions, wars, sacrifices, joys and tragedies - what a dazzlingly beautiful ground it is. Rich and pregnant, and so full of promise. Out of the moist decay of one, arises the fresh possibility of many. The old endlessly giving rise to the new. Death and life, two aspects of the same.

He appeared calm and there was a quiet determination about his ways. Doing what needs to be done, and accepting the inevitable. Grieve he must, but also proceed before the skies open up again. The responsibility from now would be his, and he was well aware of it. But this strength would have to contend with an enormous exhaustion of body and spirit. The last many score nights had been long and weary. But tonight he will sleep. For tomorrow is a new dawn and a new challenge.

Be, for you are God.

An arrow that is released from the bow and knows that it will hit the target, has no self-doubt.It knows no dualities of happiness and sadness. It just simply knows. Be like the arrow my friend :)

One little seed's quest for light can create an entire forest. Thats how explosive the search for truth is. Total and unending. Be like the seed my friend :)

One lil droplet contains the ocean in it. One lil atom the entire universe, one tiny moment all of eternity, and one limited human boundless life. just be human my friend. just be :)

Do the waves seek?

do the waves seek? do the ever exuberant waves seek a future, a shore, an anchor? they are endlessly moving, but do they long for security? is tht why they move - the urge to become, to be safe. A flight of fear and an escape from emptiness. or is their movement a celebration? a dance for no reason, a shout and a song with no rhyme or rules.

Tonight the sea seems particularly rough. furious almost. she can be heard from a distance and even the air smells of salt. a storm has been predicted for the morning, and the rumbles have already begun. one hopes the poor in the city have moved to safer locations. the rich feel safe in their citadels. The storm is only a minor irritant to their seemingly secured lives. Illusion has many facades. The clock ticks silently amidst all this, unaware and methodically going about its job. So does the mind.

Spiritual Experience?

Experience is illusion. Experience is bondage. Experience is the past. Experience lies in separation, for it implies an experiencer. Life begins with the death of experience. One has to entirely move beyond it to find silence. A mind that seeks experience - spiritual, sensual or whatever else it maybe is dull and restless. Experience is content, and truth is empty. Utterly lonely. When experience is decimated, all that remains is the sacred.

Yin & Yang

Her memory of pleasure wants more.
His memory of pain wants No-more.
his rejection pains her.
her craving pleasures him.
Thus they were interlocked,
in a dangerous game of
woo & shoo.

Sustainability - what a trip!

We see the problem and immediately react into projecting a solution. Our present way of life is unsustainable, so the mind projects its opposite - Sustainability as a 'solution'. The what should be. But can Truth be caught in dualities? polarities? Instead of jumping into answers, why not understand the what is. And maybe the understanding itself will bring about a response that is not of opposites. An understanding that is not of the mind, but of all of being.

Ofcourse, it would be wonderful to evolve a peaceful form of
co-existence. But if the motivation for such efforts come as a reaction to the mess we see around us, it will only bring more frustration. The mind needs to go beyond itself for transformation to happen.

If the devotee and the devoted to are the same, then is devotion an illusion?

All world is a stage, and I am the Actor.

Running away is a compromise and an insult. Escapism seems to be the wrong label to put on an act that only brings further bondage.