The Eternal Infinity

The Eternal Infinity
The Eternal Infinity

Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Rope or The Snake?

When we are in shock and lost, we just live, like a purposeless mind wandering on Unknown paths. What comes we go with it, if nothing comes we are not bothered. Continuity is the nature of Life but now purposeless continuity.
Man struggles to fulfill his desire. When desire meets with expectation it has already caused a fire. This fire keeps burning us within until it is met with the shower of Grace. And when the fires have cooled down only then we start to see the Truth of Existence.
Our desire is only a rope, our expectation of it causes the fire to arise and so the when the fire is lit the Snake is born. The Snake of unfulfilled Expectations. It keeps biting us again and again, until the poison spreads in our entire Being, or we fall unconscious with the fear of its sting.
Life does not stop for anyone, it is continuous, abiding only in a rhythm of a pulse. When the breath leaves the body, the pulse stops, the rhythm comes to a stand still. Nothing is left then.
The manifested body becomes Unmanifest, but if the poison of this Snakes bite has spread too far, it goes ahead not with the body but with That which is continuous. Next birth, next Body and next Life.
Therefore, we need an Anti-dote Now Itself, not later, not when this Snake has already done its work. We need it Now Itself. And what is this Anti-dote? Removing the Life force of the Snake Itself -The Rope of our desires and attachment. To be free is very simple. Whats difficult is to be simple Itself.

The Streaming Silence

Sitting quietly in a room
No movements
Hear, listen
Look and See
There is nothing but a Stillness
Something grips the projecting Mind
And all the images fall apart
A serene Presence so strong
Holds the Heart and Mind for long
Can't move or think at all
Its the Unknown's Call
If ever you feel this again, my friend
Throw all that you have; in front of you away
For this happens far too Rare
This Divine Silence has no time to spare
If It drives you Mad or Insane, Let It
Once in a life time chance, don't forget it
For when This Moment comes wild and bare
Sit Quietly, and Naked, No Worry, Fear or Care.

Life in a Pressure Cooker

Hear the Whistle Blow
It cooks on a simmer
yet the Pressure blows the whistle again
Life in a Pressure Cooker
Hear this Whistle Blow

"So what's for dinner tonight?" asked my friend, I answered "Oh! EXPECTATIONS"
"What do you mean?" He said
"Oh! That's what cooking in the Pressure Cooker", I replied

A silent exchange of glances, nothing was said, but something was understood. He looked sad to me, I wondered why, I didn't ask, and then the entire story came gurgling out.

Life can cooks us like a Pressure Cooker sometimes. The entire sphere of our existence gets surrounded with so many Expectations. Everyone wants something out of everything in our life. It is as if we were born only to look and fulfill all Expectations.

Mom is not happy
Dad is not happy
Brothers and Sisters
Wife and Child
A friend, not to mention The Boss
and ultimately to top it all
Your Self and God
What happened to Freedom? No one knows.

Life in the Pressure Cooker
And the whistle blows
Now if we don't let this whistle blow
The Pressure Cooker simply Explodes.

The Monkey is caught in the Pot

The wicked hunter plans his kill
A hungry monkey, seeking food for his fill

The foolish creature comes upon pot
Peeping inside, some food he spots

Without much thought, he puts his arm inside
Only to become the hunters game and delight

This monkey is caught in the Pot.
So are we all with our emotions caught

A broken hearted one can't forget
The pain of rejection begets

"Oh He does not love me anymore" she says
I asked her "Do you?"

"Do you love yourself?" I asked her again
she sighed, and I sighed too.

Saying again to myself
"This Monkey is caught in the Pot"

" I am not good enough for him" she said yet again
"Ah there you see that is your banana of feed"

This pot of mind feeding on an inadequate thought
Never satisfied with the food he got

She peeped inside the pot again
and found a banana to play her game

"I am not good enough" - A food of thought, A food for game
"This monkey is surely caught in the Pot".

Maya - the hunter has won again
Casting its web of Emotional game

Now again we spin round and round
Crying and scattered we lay on the ground

This Monkey is caught in the pot
This food of Illusion, we are still caught.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Silently at Home in the Heart.

When it all started, What does it matter?
What matters now, How it all ends

Been there Done that a zillion times
Now nothing is left to be done anymore

This noise dissolves, into a Humdrum
and the Humdrum into a Faint Echo
When the Echo is heard no more
What is left my friend?

Some know it, Some don't
For Time exists here no more
Some call it Grace
Some call it Presence
Some call it Silence

This fool feels at Home here
in the deeper silences of the Heart

You and me exist no more Here
What is left is only Him
Only Him!


Mind - Never Mind

The dance of this world
Looked upon by glance of the Guru
Mind in between
Wondering, for-lone, immersed in dualistic thoughts
Who is watching?
From within and looking beyond through this world?
Who is looking?
At what comes, stays and goes.
This 'One' never dies

M - Me
I - I
N - Never
D - Dies
This MIND - Never mind
it lives as shadow,
when light is there a shadow will be there too
so long as an object obstructs the path of light
A shadow will be there too

When we look at this world we forget
Who is looking?
When the world looks at us?
We feel some things
This world is such a convincing melodrama
The projector called Mind
throws the movie upon the screen of Consciousness
the reel of memory
Lit by the Light of Self

Oh Mind! you are at it again
A new movie for today
produced by Maya
directed by Karma
You got me

When will we ever be Free again?

Everyday Happiness

Someone asked me once,
How can I be happy everyday?
I said "Its not possible. Why be unhappy everyday?"
Now i wonder again, "Why not be Happiness Itself?"
"Spare me the philosophy" my friend uttered yet again
well without it how can you be happy?
We live as mortals on this tiny earth
Day in day out, we breathe, we work, we eat
Each day passes into the Night
And the night into another Day
Is a moment defined by Time alone?
You are Life - Abundant and Flowing
How can it be limited to Time Alone
Be Happy first most important Be Grateful
Here and Now what will you need?
This moment holds nothing but flourishing Feed
Let the food for the Spirit fill your Being
So you don't hunger for the Nights and Days - Everyday
Be Here Be in Now - Here and Now - Be It.
Every Breath, Every Moment, Every Day
Until Eternity kisses you
Every Breath, Every Moment, Every Day.

Man's Definite Insecurity

Oh Man! Your woes go with you
From Dawn till Dusk you worry
Each Day passes in a pit of vices
Only secure in Insecurity
When Vicious Circles of Indulgence arises
Discrimination ceases to function
Anxiety, panic and fear are your dearest friends
Abundant in clutches of Horror dear
Agony befriends your Nature behold
Life - A Misery untold
Where is there an honor in this?
Oh Man! Your grief goes with you
Each moment of persisting Insecurity
But maybe one day shall come
your untold Fears laid down lifeless
like dead soldiers on a battle field
and maybe Faith shall strike your Heart
with an uncompromising Blow
Then you shall see the Light that shines
Right in the middle of the warring Land
He shines with all His might Fearlessly
Radiating His Presence Securing you in His Glance
May be then you might just believe
This world is born of nature Insecure
He who rises beyond the skies revealing His True Form
In this battle field of the world
Is our only Security!