AUM

In the cage 

of your plumage, 

a trap.

O seeker of Love, flap

your wings and soar higher

than the quagmire

of your ego, release,

and in peace,

listen to the One who plays the Lyre

whose song

is the pranava, AUngM

One, two, Infinity

In this realm of space and time,

causality governs reason

and answers don't die.

Rather they lie

covert in questions,

unveiled by the passage of time.

Discovery is inevitable, 

for curiosity is the bread of the hungry mystic.

Satisfaction, is there in anything?

Satisfaction is there, in only thing, and that is Everything.

May I accept a small token as an answer,

for a question that asked me who I was?

Or may I pass that token to the answer

who questioned me if I was?

Am I?

I think I am.

I think therefore I am.

But maybe I am not?

But then I never asked that.

And I never sought.

Satisfied forever as the bliss of infinity, 

I forgot,

the knots of bondage,

be it chains of iron or gold, 

the one who is caught is caught.

Am I?

I think I am.

I think therefore I am.

Maybe for a single moment,

that some call eternity, albeit of a temporary kind,

I wasn't satisfied,

when I came,

to this plain,

and felt this pain,

of separation, same

as the one one feels in being human.

Could it be, 

that which came and went in a spree,

was it... the answer?

Unacceptable.

Transmutation is only an apparition,

A seed for the next question,

and the quest for the next answer.

Does it ever sum up?

answer + answer = Answer?

Whole is not a sum of the parts.

Whole stays Whole

Infinity stays Infinity,

whether you subtract one or two

or anything you may construe.

Truth never stopped being true 

for a single moment,

failing which perhaps

the Universe itself would collapse.

But its longing is the seed of the human heart.

That which was at the start,

and never stopped being apart,

from that which it was

from that which it is,

and from that which it remains. 

Does constance exist?

Does the moon ever clearly reflect in the lake?

Who would know?

A mind perturbed 

by pebbles thrown to disturb

its calmness, to test if it is real.

Reality is not the one in question.

Reality is not the one of doubt. 

Its true nature, was of the fascination,

within and without.

Does constance exist?

Does Constance exist?

That is for one to find out.

Baba

Time is such a factor of time,
perplexed by the drunken upheavals of Divine nectar

Mine, is an existence such a short one.
And bereavement serves such a non-purpose,
of falling into troughs of uncertainty, and losing track of it.

Each time I fall,
I rise,
and wipe some dirt of uncertainty off the clothing of my physical being.

He has given us such a sweet vessel of surrender to dive into.
The mind and spirit are nourished by the wealth of the Infinite
that the eyes do not see.

His body of boundless magnitude
An ocean of bliss
That He is.

Where Maya does not play her dirty game
Only sweet love remains

daivi hy esa gunamayi
mama máya duratyayá
mam eva ye prapadyante
máyam etam taranti te

But still we pass through temporary stages,
Play five, act two, stage three, exit left

What thoughts and actions are the plays of the Divine mind?

The art of seeking joy through a dream
The joy of seeking art through a dream
The dream of seeking joy through art
The dream of seeking art through joy
Oh boy!

Does my life begin and end with such meaningless words?
Or is there a meaning in meaning, meaning what?
To whom?
To someone or not?

The realm of meaning itself lies in the source of unbeknown causality.

What a miracle,
That You manifest such a miracle, as us
But while still remaining, of us, within us.

How mysterious could you be...
That truly is your identity,
which you once revealed,
The Being of eternal mystery.

Baba.

His one sweet sight and I float free

His one sweet sight and I float free

Unfolding visions I was made to see...

Dripping baths of honey where He led me unto Me,
when I crawled out of the dungeon of my shadow mind that He lit for me to see,
and crumbled to my knees
under the burden of my ego's separation,
a game of falsehood,
that my Beloved threw at me,
and ensnared me!
Only so I may long to be free,
from the bondage that is 'me'.

The game, that only when I lose, may I see,
the Truth that is He,
the He in me.

How firmly do you hold the vessel of your ego,

that when you fall you don't spill any?

Measuring distance

at any time, the distance between any two entities is the net sum of their individual egos separating them
now that i have been granted consciousness, i wish that distance to lessen as i progress towards love

no talk of love,
no amount of chanting sacred mantras,
no amount of waging precious stones on your chakras
will get you closer to that one, love
no healing is healing
if i am not closer to you
if i am not closer to all

magnificent streams of creative energies may flow through your channels
music, dance, painting, poetry, science, render themselves
expanding boundaries of human consciousness
pure in their magnificence, pure in their beauty
but they all come with suffering
not till that day does the stream becomes the river becomes the ocean
until it comes with a total surrender of gratefulness
for how it received to be that channel
only through all,
only through all it received.
there is too much of everything that was involved
in its receiving,
in bringing you where you are
in making you what you are
too much to enlist and thank one by one

so thank all
thank starting from all, ending in all

Kya Main Tujhse Alag

क्या मैं तुझसे अलग
मेरी ज्यात अलग
मेरी जीस्त अलग
क्या यह बात अलग

इस नूर के रंग हैं सात अलग
क्या यह दिन है अलग
क्या यह रात अलग

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Kya main tujhse alag
Meri zyaat alag
Meri ziist alag
Kya yeh baat alag

Is noor ke rang hain saat alag
Kya yeh din hai alag
Kya yeh raat alag

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Am I separate from you
Is my creed separate
Is my life separate
Is this that I say separate

This light has seven colours separate
Is the day separate
Is the night separate