An Abundance of Health, Wealth, Love and Joy.
An Abundance of Health, Wealth, Love and Joy.
To flourish in my kingdom for everyone to experience
when they come in touch.
An Abundance of Health, Wealth, Love and Joy.
To all those who come under the fold
be they wishful or inert.
An Abundance of Health, Wealth, Love and Joy.
An Abundance of Health, Wealth, Love and Joy.
Health be of the body and mind;
The greatest wealth of all to cherish for life.
An Abundance of Health, Wealth, Love and Joy.
Wealth buys everything by giving;
Giving comes more natural than it is to take.
An Abundance of Health, Wealth, Love and Joy.
All of them for a vital life be it a need or a greater purpose,
passes through existence if one wills to be a medium.
Abundance of Health, Abundance of Wealth,
Abundance of Love and Abundance of Joy.
An Abundance of Love that sustains life
grows it stronger and wills it to love
through an overflowing kindness and love for existence.
An Abundance of Joy, the ultimate goal of life.
Joy - come what may even in the face of death.
Love and Joy, the essence of life,
an end in itself.
Health and Wealth merely a means
to the ultimate in life.
An Abundance of Health, Wealth, Love and Joy.
That is my prayer for all of existence
Thereby my purpose in life.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Back to Consciousness
I'm ashamed to be back at square one.
Ashamed of betraying myself.
A resolve broken piecing the integrity.
So boastful was I to have quit.
Who is to be blamed if not an ignorant self?
The self of which the resolve was born and
Soon to be shattered for no reason credible
Than the ignorance that sprouted through
The cracks that life left on the hardened
Mind in its boastful self-lost ignorance
Nothing was lost in fact there was more
To be gained in the progressive excellence.
The heavens of freedom opened up and
There I saw me slipping off the edges
Consciously helpless through the clouds of
Arrogant self denial screaming with
Pain that was wrought into every cell
Out of thoughts that never helped me
Elevate the gravity of a grounding
Evil pilgrimage on the rocky terrain beneath
Cracking more skin oozing of desires
Spilling gruesome seeds of pesty
Weeds of anti-wisdom leaving behind
A rough unconscious dead self - walking
Amidst ignorant smoke and dirty pleasures
That kill not just purity but the stealthy
Character of pure consciousness that descended
On a lucky note out of penance so revered
Over the path I took out of free will
And natural potency to reach the omnipotence
That surfaces the soul when the consciousness
Is highest among the human lot where
I met the fluidal states of etheric
Effervescence emanating from gulps of
Poison that hurts every cell and much beneath
God and Life still give me hope to
Ascend the path that I left behind
For, the journey still continues and the path
Has a map mentally plot of which this
Is just a tiny step insignificant leveling
Sub-atomic proportions in front of the infallible
Power potent within not just the faint
Hearted but deep in the deepest cores of
Hope paired prettily with confidence looking
Upon to the day of reckoning to all miseries.
(oupouring on a night when I decided to quit again)
Ashamed of betraying myself.
A resolve broken piecing the integrity.
So boastful was I to have quit.
Who is to be blamed if not an ignorant self?
The self of which the resolve was born and
Soon to be shattered for no reason credible
Than the ignorance that sprouted through
The cracks that life left on the hardened
Mind in its boastful self-lost ignorance
Nothing was lost in fact there was more
To be gained in the progressive excellence.
The heavens of freedom opened up and
There I saw me slipping off the edges
Consciously helpless through the clouds of
Arrogant self denial screaming with
Pain that was wrought into every cell
Out of thoughts that never helped me
Elevate the gravity of a grounding
Evil pilgrimage on the rocky terrain beneath
Cracking more skin oozing of desires
Spilling gruesome seeds of pesty
Weeds of anti-wisdom leaving behind
A rough unconscious dead self - walking
Amidst ignorant smoke and dirty pleasures
That kill not just purity but the stealthy
Character of pure consciousness that descended
On a lucky note out of penance so revered
Over the path I took out of free will
And natural potency to reach the omnipotence
That surfaces the soul when the consciousness
Is highest among the human lot where
I met the fluidal states of etheric
Effervescence emanating from gulps of
Poison that hurts every cell and much beneath
God and Life still give me hope to
Ascend the path that I left behind
For, the journey still continues and the path
Has a map mentally plot of which this
Is just a tiny step insignificant leveling
Sub-atomic proportions in front of the infallible
Power potent within not just the faint
Hearted but deep in the deepest cores of
Hope paired prettily with confidence looking
Upon to the day of reckoning to all miseries.
(oupouring on a night when I decided to quit again)
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
How to be happy and sad?
A life long happiness is something to be viewed as a continuous process. Don't take it in bits and pieces. Be happy in a wholesome way. Enjoy life as a happy whole. Happiness is in the process than in the result. It's not a result of something we do, but our doing it embodies happiness.
Suffering is a little different. It is always a result of something done or not done. Being sad is the opposite of life. Sorrow, suffering or actions that result in sorrow need to be taken in smaller chunks than as a continuum. For, sorrow is not life. It's the lack of happiness. Lack of sorrow is not happiness, but lack of happiness is sorrow. Happiness is so natural as life is. No effort is needed to be happy. Sorrow needs action, effort and thinking.
By taking sorrow in bits and pieces, in taking it one step at a time, life can be a pleasure. Forget everything about why or how you felt sad about something. Grow up to the next set of challenges ahead. At each step in the phase, forget the feelings that happened earlier and move on. Get rid of the feelings and detoxify the system before moving on.
(written in Mumbai airport lounge in the early hours of a tiring day)
Suffering is a little different. It is always a result of something done or not done. Being sad is the opposite of life. Sorrow, suffering or actions that result in sorrow need to be taken in smaller chunks than as a continuum. For, sorrow is not life. It's the lack of happiness. Lack of sorrow is not happiness, but lack of happiness is sorrow. Happiness is so natural as life is. No effort is needed to be happy. Sorrow needs action, effort and thinking.
By taking sorrow in bits and pieces, in taking it one step at a time, life can be a pleasure. Forget everything about why or how you felt sad about something. Grow up to the next set of challenges ahead. At each step in the phase, forget the feelings that happened earlier and move on. Get rid of the feelings and detoxify the system before moving on.
(written in Mumbai airport lounge in the early hours of a tiring day)
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Paradoxes of my life
The love that buries behind
veils of noises and incoherence.
The days I spend in
solitude among loved ones.
The verses I keep to myself
fearing sunlight forever.
The spends out of
my empty wallet.
The time we spend to
make each other happy.
And fall into a deep
silence when we meet again.
The sun - the life giver
hurts the eye when met.
(written under circumstances that left me with lack of expression in words, money and love)
veils of noises and incoherence.
The days I spend in
solitude among loved ones.
The verses I keep to myself
fearing sunlight forever.
The spends out of
my empty wallet.
The time we spend to
make each other happy.
And fall into a deep
silence when we meet again.
The sun - the life giver
hurts the eye when met.
(written under circumstances that left me with lack of expression in words, money and love)
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Natural Law - cycles of birth and death
Life comes full circle - not once, but every moment.
Every week in my life has days when I'm high, energetic, creative and happy. There are days when I'm sad, feeling low, irritable and angry. Cycles of birth and death don't come once in a lifetime or once every rebirth, they happen around us, always.
Saints and philosophers have spoken enough about the cycles and the means of beating them. So what really are these cycles? Here I ponder...
Natural law has a way of perfoming a balancing act. It gives us equal amounts of pain and ecstacy, equal quantities of hardships and joy. I've come to understand that when there is a ascension in one direction, the other side tends to go down.
In all our sorrows, we have a lesson to learn. We come in tune with the inner self. We understand one more aspect of our being. So what does happiness have in store for us? Whenever we are happy, we forget to think of ourselves. We become extraverts. We rarely think of the inner being when thing are going the right way. Natural law suggests that happiness too has learnings out of it. The learning I got is that any happiness has a equal and opposite sorrow, if not now, going forward, or has happened sometime back. Now how forward or back is a tough one to answer. It could be minutes or years or rebirths. The deeper we imagine, the tougher it gets. But one could find it for oneself.
So next time you are filled with unhappiness, understand that a karma is being served or a happiness is on the charts. Don't take my word for it. Observe your own lives and then realise how often the cycles repeat. Is there a way to beat the cycle. Yes they say and I agree with them.
Meditation
Meditation takes us to a median. It makes us moderate and liberates us from the cycles of birth and death... sorrow and happiness. Liberation is not for the outer world, it's for the seer of the world. The way we see things change and we are able to liberate ourselves from the position of a victim or a doer to the level of a witness.
As a witness, it's like watching a soap opera. Laugh when there is a lighter scene and sob when you can't take it. As a witness, it does not happen to you, it happens to a person you are watching. Just sit back and relax. That is the state meditation can take us to. It can't rid us off sorrow, it can't give us happiness. But it can liberate us from the clutches of these cycles. It can put us in the seat of a referee.
Meditation is not the only way out of the never ending roller-coaster called cycles of birth and death. There are other ways too. For the grounded and introverted, meditation works best. For others (depending on their temperament) they could try any of these:
Every week in my life has days when I'm high, energetic, creative and happy. There are days when I'm sad, feeling low, irritable and angry. Cycles of birth and death don't come once in a lifetime or once every rebirth, they happen around us, always.
Saints and philosophers have spoken enough about the cycles and the means of beating them. So what really are these cycles? Here I ponder...
Natural law has a way of perfoming a balancing act. It gives us equal amounts of pain and ecstacy, equal quantities of hardships and joy. I've come to understand that when there is a ascension in one direction, the other side tends to go down.
In all our sorrows, we have a lesson to learn. We come in tune with the inner self. We understand one more aspect of our being. So what does happiness have in store for us? Whenever we are happy, we forget to think of ourselves. We become extraverts. We rarely think of the inner being when thing are going the right way. Natural law suggests that happiness too has learnings out of it. The learning I got is that any happiness has a equal and opposite sorrow, if not now, going forward, or has happened sometime back. Now how forward or back is a tough one to answer. It could be minutes or years or rebirths. The deeper we imagine, the tougher it gets. But one could find it for oneself.
So next time you are filled with unhappiness, understand that a karma is being served or a happiness is on the charts. Don't take my word for it. Observe your own lives and then realise how often the cycles repeat. Is there a way to beat the cycle. Yes they say and I agree with them.
Meditation
Meditation takes us to a median. It makes us moderate and liberates us from the cycles of birth and death... sorrow and happiness. Liberation is not for the outer world, it's for the seer of the world. The way we see things change and we are able to liberate ourselves from the position of a victim or a doer to the level of a witness.
As a witness, it's like watching a soap opera. Laugh when there is a lighter scene and sob when you can't take it. As a witness, it does not happen to you, it happens to a person you are watching. Just sit back and relax. That is the state meditation can take us to. It can't rid us off sorrow, it can't give us happiness. But it can liberate us from the clutches of these cycles. It can put us in the seat of a referee.
Meditation is not the only way out of the never ending roller-coaster called cycles of birth and death. There are other ways too. For the grounded and introverted, meditation works best. For others (depending on their temperament) they could try any of these:
- Bakthi
- Kriya (Yoga)
- Slokas (Veda)
- Karma Yoga
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
no mind
From mind to no-mind is a journey of a lifetime. There are moments when I'm so engrossed in thoughts - I forget even my presence. The moment I start observing the thoughts, they start waning into nothingness, like a stream (that I'm sitting beside and watching) suddenly dropped southward into a hole on it's path.
Life is so boring without thoughts though, because I've been living with them from the day I lost my innocence. Thinking of the next holiday as a kid, thinking of females when I grew up (I do that even now), thinking of life when responsibilities grew as hair started falling!
Thoughts - what is this incredible thing that keeps me imprisioned in a cocoon of imagery and a world not seen. They are different from my dreams, because I can observe that I am thinking unlike in a dream where I'm unaware of the state of imagination. It's a feel good factor when things simply don't move the way I want them to... when my boss does not understand your aspirations, I still could think about gaining power over situations one day.
They also create an anti-real transformation in the body-mind and the circumstances. I think and imagine to have a quiet evening at home and am plesantly driving down the road, when somebody from nowhere cuts in front - I jam the brakes. Blood rushes just enof to spill out of my eyes and gasping heart. Transformation through circumstances. What happened to the quiet evening and the bliss of home? It's nowhere. The bubble is burst... Streams of cursing, thinking (again) and repenting what was not.
Think - think of not thinking. No thoughts come to my mind when I think about what I am thinking. When the mind is a no-mind, when thoughts break open to reality... the real is bliss. Reality harms the body-mind NOT. In reality, I react. In thoughts I react and carry the load into the system. Reality is light while thoughts burden my shoulders, shorten my breath, stiffen my muscles and make me old.
I thank the God for the moments of bliss that I encounter by way of no-mind experiences.
eM Dharma
Life is so boring without thoughts though, because I've been living with them from the day I lost my innocence. Thinking of the next holiday as a kid, thinking of females when I grew up (I do that even now), thinking of life when responsibilities grew as hair started falling!
Thoughts - what is this incredible thing that keeps me imprisioned in a cocoon of imagery and a world not seen. They are different from my dreams, because I can observe that I am thinking unlike in a dream where I'm unaware of the state of imagination. It's a feel good factor when things simply don't move the way I want them to... when my boss does not understand your aspirations, I still could think about gaining power over situations one day.
They also create an anti-real transformation in the body-mind and the circumstances. I think and imagine to have a quiet evening at home and am plesantly driving down the road, when somebody from nowhere cuts in front - I jam the brakes. Blood rushes just enof to spill out of my eyes and gasping heart. Transformation through circumstances. What happened to the quiet evening and the bliss of home? It's nowhere. The bubble is burst... Streams of cursing, thinking (again) and repenting what was not.
Think - think of not thinking. No thoughts come to my mind when I think about what I am thinking. When the mind is a no-mind, when thoughts break open to reality... the real is bliss. Reality harms the body-mind NOT. In reality, I react. In thoughts I react and carry the load into the system. Reality is light while thoughts burden my shoulders, shorten my breath, stiffen my muscles and make me old.
I thank the God for the moments of bliss that I encounter by way of no-mind experiences.
eM Dharma
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