The Poverty of Human Being

I am just a wanderer among souls.
The eyes meet the eyes, and souls greet each other
Sometimes a Joy, sometimes pain,
Unspoken words don't need much to explain.
For I have seen so many rich in substantial kind
But they too are so poor within,
A matter of contrast and paradoxical joke
The richest are the poorest within.
Here I don't speak about richness in matter
Very few are rich in their soul
Most live a poor Human Life within
Deprived of any food for their Soul
I met a girl once, who would just cry all the time
So I asked her, "What is the matter?"
It was not a matter of matter any more
It was a matter of the Soul
How poor we are unloving ourselves
Unloving the very essence of Life
The very source of our Existence.
For Human Mind cannot comprehend the language of the Sprit
Of Essential wisdom and wit
God exists within, God without
Where is there where He is not around
So how can we belittle ourselves with petty thought
Of " I am not good enough and not worthy " so on so forth
We deny our Truth - His existence within
With Lies told to us from the beginning
"Love not yourself but the world" - A Teaching of the world
Cry and suffer until your existence is dearth
What a way to live has been taught
Poverty of Human kind unsought
For we shall forever cry in this way
This Life and even the next
Until the moment has come for us to Realize
The Real nature of this worldly Lies
That Glorious day we wake up to a simple Truth
Man within is God in all Divinehood
Such is the Glory our of Life and our Truth
Even if we live Blind eyed forever uncouth
Love your Self Love your Self my friend
For Unloving is nothing but a Living that is dead end. 

Surrender happening somehow

It makes me smile whenever i am in wonder
A total state of absolute surrender
I see the river flowing so soothing and calm
Leaving its destiny to earth's mould and the farms
Knowing not if it will reach the sea or desert
Somehow it is still a surrender
Love is just a river that flows
From the peak of Himalays where the sun brightly glows
As Shiva sits on the mount Kailasha
Ganga sweeps the valleys and hills blessing all with 'asha'
What is there to think about then and wonder
Be the Ganga, Be just like her, Surrender
You are Shiva, You are That
You are Ganga, You are That
You are the One to whom you wish to Surrender
Be That and remain in One Wonder
For who has to surrender to whom?
A God out there is not a God at all
A foolish oddessy then a turn back
A mind that wishes to know its true Essence
Like water knows its River Self
Throw yourself into the waters of Eternal Self
Surrender happens on its own in place of Egoic thunder
You are the River and you are such
A Love that grips from deep within drowing you is Surrender.

The Wise choose or not?

The vice of Choices, o fathom not dear friend.
A world so full of misery wallowing in darkness felt
One choice and then another an endless tale
Never exerting a moment's rest to such tales of pace
Consider this, Now for a moment though dear friend
Are the choices really ours, or we are already from the choices beforehand?
For what you choose today is already because of what was chosen previously
Though it appear to be your choice right now, it was destiny's preplay secretly
Now a moment of choice has come again untold
For you to see if That chooses for you or you are the choicer of predestined fold
A mysterious play is happening even Now
As we assert our choices are right somehow
You and me are all just tiny specks
Of the Almighty dust that covers the Cosmic events.

Showers of Grace

A million droplets within a cloud
Gripped by gravity of a fall
They fall on the barren earth
And Splatter on the mud
A spray of dust spreads around
Carrying a fragrance off the ground
Fresh Showers feel so warm
A welcome for the Heart
Remember the earth to blossom again
To bring the fragrance of flowers
A rain of Freshness - A Grace of showers
Happiness unfolds
Taking Hearts back Home
Such a Gracious event
Bringing Joy till no end
Dancing like a child
In these Showers of Grace
A child reborn
Just Playing in this Rain.

Hints of Life

An unknowing incident kept occuring long ago
Unknowing it might sound but yet not unknowing at all
Here and there everywhere loud and clear signs
Of events to unfold in a moment and trice.
Not just once but again and again
Indications coming from the mystical friend
Oh I never knew these could be so true
Hints of Life! Like wise old Oracles hoot.
I yet did not trust is so much as yet
And thought my mind was at play and game
But when the moment arrived in its fullest
I regret not paying attention to predicted bullets
Oh never again, I thought would i ever ignore
These Hints of Life
My Saviour Himself Foretold
For a friend somewhere is this little poem
A Hint of Life for a heart at home again....:)

Being Cooked at last in the pot

Expectations cooking everywhere
So does the desire to impress upon
When Expectations are under cooked
The Steam of anger releases
The whistle booms loud and clear
Unknown messages suddenly become clear
The heart wants to run afar
Looking for a place to hide underground
But Alas no such place ever exists
Finally to face the most wrathful mother in law form
What an irony for millions
Kali takes her sword and chops of the head
Finally no more an "I" left to be uttered
The simple one seeks refuge again in the kitchen
Under the glittering fire of the stove
Nursing hopes
That someday a change might suddenly awaken
And impress upon all a great Happiness.
Dedicated to a dear friend.....

WELCOMING A CHANGE

Ever heard of a story of a child asking for the moon? The child became so desirous for the moon that he would not want anything else other than the moon. The mother then took a shining plate and filled it up with water and kept it out so that the moon's reflection fell on the plate and called the child out to hold it. So this is how the child found the moon in his hands.

This world of excessive needs and wants never really ends. Desires never really end. What ends is, this body that takes birth and experiences death. The metamorphosis of the body from infancy to old age. We have seen it all happening over and over again, yet somehow these lessons of physical decay and change do not register in our hearts and in our minds. We procrastinate what is most essential to our being - the reality of our existence, the truth's about our lives. Human Being is no more Human and no more Being, perhaps it time to realize the beingness of being Human - adapting, accomodating and living with human values. Change is the need of the day, a change in how we think, how we live, how we are with ourselves, this planet, this life. The time has come for man who has been journeying through times has become man no more, he has fallen from the heavenly skies onto the mortal plains of this earth and has still fallen deeper into the dark pits of darkness and evil bearing shadows. Now we walk a different path searching the reversal of our consciousness.

From darkness to Light.

From Evil into the Divine Might.

We tread a long path, until we arrive Home

Into the Heart of our Being with Love

We return again as dust fragmented across the sands of Time

or as One wind that carries a storm within

whatsoever it maybe

our destiny to return Home never changes

what changes is the passing away

of this ephemeral world

of ceaseless activity and uncare

that only keeps on assuming different forms

masking our consciousness

Oh Man! Wake Up Wake Up

Before it is too late

To realise that another Lifetime has passed away

The Dawn has arrived Wake Up to the Rising Change.

From Untruth to Truth.-The Incomplete Saga Realised.

A Silent Killer creeps in the dead of the night when everything is dark and gloomy. A thought creeps in when there is no awareness of its origin or alertness in our mind. A story gets formed with every thought and with everything that arises, sustains and subsides in our consciousness.

Sometimes, a story of us as being unfulfilled beings in all aspects. Humanity today, seeks, desires and wants so much, only because of an insatiable hunger or urge that is felt within our one-mass consciousness. This Incomplete Saga - Is a constant reduction of our Glorious Self and a total devaluation of our Spiritual Truth.

A friend just dropped by to visit me the other day, only for a chit chat and chai. It turns out she was not feeling so great, so our conversations just turned around to what was not making her feel so good, over a few chai's, it became evident the sole problem of all the problems that she was experiencing was her desire for 'something' that she believed she already knew, but it turns out it was not so.

Human Beings are complex, Hu-woman Beings are more complex. Sometimes we think we know what we want, but the simple Truth is 'We dont'. We dont really know ourselves sometimes, and this i find is the most striking Moment - NOT KNOWING WHAT WE WANT. Its a start, we are made to believe 'to want so much and to have so much' that constantly we live under the influence of this story. Our desires keep us motivated to just be involved with some activity or another, jumping from one desire to another and then another and then another..... this story never ends.... and soon it becomes the story of our Survival in this world of Tragic events. Unless One day, we just stop for - a moment where we just stop to see, looking within at 'What makes us to desire so much? What motivates us? What makes us move like a monkey all the time?'

Its as if somewhere deep within our hearts we have already adopted a way of being untrue to ourselves, a way of believing that somehow we are Incomplete Beings incapable of feeling whole and complete about ourselves from within and the most natural way to feel complete is to desire to have something to make us feel WHOLE and COMPLETE AGAIN. Perhaps this has been one of the most interesting story of all humanity since long. We as humans feel so poor from within, that without desire we feel empty, vacant, like a hollowed bark of a tree, but for Divine Self this is not true anymore.

A fundamental crisis of self understanding and knowing our True Identity. For divinity - feeling Incomplete is merely something that requires a wholesome perspective and complete self understanding of oneself. I look at the scores of people sometimes and I start wondering - 'What's happening, where did we loose our perspective to believe in our Divine nature? The Scriptures of all varied cultures and countries point out so clearly to the perfect understanding from humaness to beingness and the Supreme. Understanding our Origin of (non physical) Existence as the key element of understanding the purpose of our Life here on earth. So long as we believe ourselves to be Incomplete from within - desire, anger, sickness, perversion, ego, pride, avarice (etc etc etc this list can have around 40000 words in English alone) cannot be eliminated or conquered.

One of the roots, of the seed that causes us to feel seperate and Incomplete about ourselves is "Here', this story of 'THE INCOMPLETE SAGA.' Perhaps its time to wake up 'Now'. We are already 'Whole and 'One'. May we rise above our 'Incompleteness' awakening to the ' Wholeness' that we are.

ASATO MA SAT GAMAYA - FROM UNTRUTH TO TRUTH

TAMASOMA JYOTIR GAMAYA - FROM DARKNESS INTO LIGHT

MRITYORMA AMRITAM GAMAYA- FROM MORTALITY INTO IMMORTALITY

OM SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI - LET THE BE PEACE.

The Brain of Consciousness

A patient falls into an ICU, hours of turmoil unfold, eventually something goes wrong like it always does, what happens? Doctors panic, relatives panic everything goes awry. What do we see? A person lying on the bed waiting for a moment when the body completely goes lifeless, no sign of life, no movement, breath leaves without entering again. What is this death? Coma? Sleep?

Rationalists think that it is the brain that decides all the function for a Human Body, but is really true? If so then under all conditions apparently working organs why does the Human Body collapse? The heart beat stops, the kidneys stop functioning, the liver stops, blood stops circulating, but mind? What about the mind? What is this mind? The brain is clinically declared dead, organism has achieved a state of non movement, a life force that was present a moment ago that activated the body has Now become illusive, dormant? What happened? What went wrong?

A question that still mystifies humanity today beyond all reason of cause and effect, even beyond the logic's of all rationalists. Consciousness - that is exactly what became illusive. A consciousness that activated the body, the brain, the heart, kidneys, liver etc, suddenly went very quiet and along with it, it took the life force, the breath away. Who can control the breath, man can make machines to modulate it, to execute the flow of air into the lungs, but no machine or science can provide a breath of Life. Life after all is such a Mystery.. Thank God.

Doubt - The Anti Catalyst

When does a caterpillar turn into a butterfly? Just from a worm to a beautiful flowery dressed fairy. Metamorphosis - Experiencing the change, transformation from the base elements into something more pure more refined. When nature takes its process there is no hindrance involved, but when human's have to go through metamorphosis, hindrance is at every step and at every moment. - Why so? What stops us from simply experiencing and accepting the change? Fear, Doubt, worry? The core elements that want to retain a past identity, that want to remind us of our coarse humanness.

Birth was never easy, nor is death, nor is living, but transformation though it appears most difficult of all, is in fact its the simplest of all. Faith, devotion are the catalysts, doubt, fear and anxiety the anti catalysts. Man is intelligent enough to recognize the processes of nature, to manipulate them to his own advantage, but unfortunately he simply forgets the same law applies to him too.

What is doubt? A mere thought of limitation, a thought that does not support the possibility that anything is possible in this entire Universal Creation. Doubt is only a leading us to the threshold of all that we have known to be true. It is the final impending element that frees us from the knowledge of all that we have known in our past and brings in an element of the Unknown.

We already know what we know, how is it possible to know more without turning to the Unknown?

Hence doubt is only a marker that something more is possible than what we are doubting, something that exists further ahead, maybe we don't know Now, but so what, we might come to know as Existence unfolds its doings. The real question that lies here for us is, 'Are we to confined to reality of doubtful existence or accept something that transcends it all? Maybe God?'. A true inquiry is never fruitless, but are we more curious to find out or prefer our confined existence and Who can really answer this?