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Jashn-e-Bahara

Sometime somebody told me how the two banks never meet, and in their not meeting keep the river going. In their separation, the music keeps flowing. Maybe i get it now :)

The philosopher goes up to the temple walls, looks through the doors and writes books in reverence. The poet walks through the door, into the courtyard and sings verse out of joy.
And the mystic sits in the sanctum-sanctorum, and falls silent.

Moses and The Promised Land.



There are at least four responsibilities of a Shaman, in my opinion. Call them Life Callings if you will:

--> To live on the edge.
--> Invite others to live on the edge.
--> Make it possible for them to live on the edge.
--> Commune on the edge.

What is the edge? - The edge is Solitude. The edge is Now. The edge is Life. God. Love. Its what makes us come alive. It is wild. and silent. It is fear, the quiet rush of blood and little trepidations before jumping off a cliff and learning to fly. It is also contentment, of listening to your heart. Doing what you are meant to be doing. Living your calling. This is the edge my friend, and its always new. Never certain. But there is nothing you'd want more. Trading it for some silly security doesn't work and you know it. Welcome, we are hoping you can break on through to the other side. Surely and certainly. Firmly and confidently. Courageously and joyfully. Sure, it wont be easy. There will be challenges of no ordinary magnitude. But no rite of passage is child's play. No bird learning to fly had it easy. It will hurt. But the hurt will also heal. And in the meantime the Hero (and the Goddess) would have arrived. And life won't be the same anymore. The magic will come alive. Also the reverence. Oh yes, the smile too! And the cunning that knows no cunning, the courage that can rise over fear, and the strength that is compassion. The silence that is communion, and the humility that is love.

See you on the other side. Cowardice is suicide.

AS THE CRICKETS' SOFT AUTUMN HUM
IS TO US
SO ARE WE TO THE TREES
AS ARE THEY
TO THE ROCKS AND THE HILLS.

- Gary Snyder

Poongatru



Want nothing from me. As long as you want something, i won't be able to provide it. Be on your own. As your own person. Stand on your feet. There is nothing that you already don't have, that i can give. You are complete as you are. Whole and awesome. So live in that joy and celebrate that wholeness. Then a time might come, when all wanting will wither away. There will be no future to get to. No destination to attain. When the present is peaceful and perfect just as it is, perhaps then we are ready to bond. In every possible way. For until then we won't have truly known love. Only those that know to wait know its glory. Not the wait of longing, but waiting as celebration. Not waiting as some proof or test, but joy and respect. To sublimate one's desires in the service of the other - in genuine service of truth is the greatest gift of love. And sublimation is not suppression or sacrifice. It's the offering away in purity. Like the sweet-smelling transformation of the incense stick. By the end, nothing remains of it. Yet the fragrance lingers on and its essence pervades every corner. The more we live in love, the more our fragrances merge in that gentle breeze that carries us all.

Its been a deep honour to have met you. Thanks :)