~~ Happy New Year ~~

~~~ Happy New Year ~~~

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Dark was the Space,
And dark the heart of the man.
The darkness enveloped the sky,
And covered-up the place.
And in that silent moment,
When the time was frozen like a hard rock,
When the darkness impenetrable,
Engulfed everything in it's fold,
The Light stirred,
And God emanated in his heart,
A Newly-Born Baby,
A delicate ray of hope,
And All of a sudden,
Everything woke-up,
From the long-long sleep,
Which was but another name of Death.
And There was Light,
There was Life.  
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Happy New Year !!

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~~Who is your Guru?"~~

~~~~~"Who is your Guru ?"~~~~~
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(A letter to a friend ,
Also in "Notes" in facebook)

Dear Friend,
This has reference to our yesterday's chat.
You started with the question;
"Who is your Guru"
I was not prepared for this invalid question.
Even then, I replied to this embarrasing question.
"He is one, He is many."
-I said.
You insisted that one needs a Guru.
I don't know what do you mean by this.
In fact I had never a Guru in the traditional /
orthodox way. I had Teachers that taught me
about the worldly knowledge. That is 'relative', 
information-rooted. a store-house of information,
which is not the wisdom. And not at least the 
'self-knowledge.' 
I studied scriptures, and fortunately, I didn't go
to any traditional Acharya or Guru, who could 
have perhaps confused me . I tried to find-out : 
what do I want, how my mind works, how the
emotions, concepts, thoughts, etc. narrow my 
understanding of myself.
I did several 'sadhanas' like 'Japa', 'puja', and you 
know they are time-consuming. I learnt Sanskrit,
and love this language.
But my seeking came to an end when I tried to 
understand the teachings of Sri Ramana Maharshi, 
and started the 'self-enquiry', according to that 
understanding.One can say He is my Guru.
But on the physical level He entered the 
Mahasamadhi in the year 1953, and I was born
in 1953. So, I didn't see Him in person.
What a coincidence !
It is His Janma-Jayanti Today, and I'm paying 
homage to Him.
I am Grateful to you, who gave me such a golden
opportunity,.....
So in my view, 
He is my Guru.
Then I tried to understand the Teachings of 
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj,
And followed His way, simple,
"Abide as 'the Self'."
I was also studying various scriptures and 
J.Krishnamurti always attracted me. 
Whenever I took his book in my hand, my 
mind became a silence, and I could easily 
sense that He IS my Guru.
I studied SriDakshinamurti Stotram, 
VivekaChoodamani, and several other 
Classics, Upanishads, and discovered a 
common chord between their Teachings.
So about the Guru, I said to myself;
"He is One, He is Many."
I don't want to go in details, but hope 
now you may look at the things in a
different way,


Warm and affectionate Regards,




Sincerely,
...


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~~Clocks~~

~~~~~~~~Clocks~~~~~~~
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Clocks, clocks on the wall,
Here, there, everywhere,
Trying to shape, 
Configure,
Custom,
Design,
You,
Making you into their own pattern,
A slave of time, 
And a piece of history,
And you run fast,
To meet the second,
But never become the 'First',
To secure your place in history !
To meet the 'dead'-line !
And afterwards,
Just to be tossed into the garbage-bin,
Of the past,
O Spirit indomitable !
Wake-up to your Glory,
Break-up with the time,
Make-up your Grandeur,
Take-up the cudgles,
Let the 'Salvador Dali' in you,
Spring-up and flash-forth,
Rule over the time,
O Man of the Destiny !!
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~~~Concerns-1.~~~

 ~~~~~Concerns -1.~~~~~

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Just as the pure biological instincts,

'thinking' also becomes an involuntary functioning.

A habit, or even an obsession .

And in the same way,

the notions of 'me',

'a past',

'a future',

'a present',

'time',

'space',

'birth',

'death',

'Enlightenment',

'Hope', and fear of the 'unknown',

For the 'unknown' we know, is the idea,

-of the 'unknown' !

Hope and Fear of them all,

Assume reality,

'Faiths' of all kinds,

Sense of insecurity,

'Desire',

'Planning',

'Pervertions'

'Morality',

And Ethics',

Have their origin there.

This all phenomena controls, motivates,

And dictates the collective human behaviour,

Politics,

Society,

Culture,

Theology,

Art, Literature,

And the all important spheres of human Evolution.

Summarily the Whole history of the mankind.

And the same is true,

For the abnormal behavior of any kind,

Be it occult, mystic, and esoteric experiences.

And compulsions.

Their impermanence is the proof of their falsehood.

But their recurrence can not be ruled-out.

-Until this whole pattern is clearly seen,

And the mind becomes free of being slave to them.

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~~~The Fish~~~

~~~~~~~The Fish~~~~~~~
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The restless fish,
Ever wondering in the waters,
Ever moving,
In search of water,
Like the inquisitive mind of the man,
Always trying to seek the Truth,
The Reality,
But calling it,
Peace, success, fame,
Wealth, health, name,
Love, pleasure, or game,
Like the fish,
-Incessantly !!
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Intimacy.

~~~~~~~Intimacy~~~~~~~
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Rowing,
In a Placid, 
Tranquil Lake,
Along-with a close-friend,
In a boat,
When the Winds too are cooling-down,
Turning into a slight Breeze,
And the waves drawing a Still,
The Boat too mooves into a very Slow,
Sleeky Silence,
It takes you on no shore,
Of This world,
But somewhere ,
Beyond,
Very far away from this turbulent world,
Afar,
In a Distant Realm,
Along-with a close Friend.

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Incredible.

~~~~~ INCREDIBLE ~~~~~

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(My facebook notes)



What a strange thing,
One believes so many things,
About The God,
About the world,
About heaven and hell,


About spirits, devil and Ghosts,
About history, psychology and religion,
About the ESP and UFOs,
Plus ...., ....,....so many things.
But so far as his own being is concerned,
He remains always in dark,
Though self is ever so evident,
The spontaneous, prime light,
That illuminates each and every source of Light,
Be it The Sun, The Moon, or The Stars,
For only after flashing-up up of the light of awareness,
Of one-self, in one-self.
One becomes aware of their light or existence.
And no-one, even  in his wildest dreams,
Can deny or disprove one's existence.
And that will be simply ridiculous, absurd also.
But even more strange thing is the fact, 
That it never occurs to him,
If he knows or not oneself.
And what it means to know oneself.
And it is true,
The self is so very close,
Far from the farthest,
And closer from the nearest,
Because in self alone,
Arises the  awareness of far,
And of the near,
How it is possible that awareness of self
Can arise,
In the the self ?
For the self is itself awareness.
Yet man hardly looks at the self,
In this way.
Isn't it incredible ?
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Gratitude !

~~~~~~~ Gratitude ~~~~~~~
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To The Master

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My thought crosses the ocean,
my heart comes to your far home.
You never seen, never heard, never touched,
but friend
but master
even love.
I seek you in my dreams,
I invoke you in my tears,
my loneliness look for your hand.
I caress you with my silence
I love you in my absence.


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SCARS-2.

~~~~~~~~SCARS-2.~~~~~~~
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When scars scare, 
One turns a blind eye to them,
One may live in forgetful oblivion,
About them for long,
And think they are nowhere,
Left for good.
Just because they are visible,
-No more.
But they seethe within,
In the cauldron of heart,
Unnoticed,
Giving way to,
deep-rooted agonies, anxieties,
And traumas,
Until one day,
They explode,
But it is too late,
To be complacent,
To wait for that day,
the D-day.


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Paper-flowers.

~~~~~Paper-flowers~~~~~


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Sometimes,
Paper tries to imitate flowers,
In the form of decoration-things,
But the secret can't hide,
For long.
While on some other times,
Flowers too imitate,
The life-less things like paper,
And lo !
They steal all the charm,
And beauty of the existence.
And show-up with pride !!


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Scars.

~~~~~~~~~ SCARS ~~~~~~~~

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Lingering in the memory,
Like the clouds,
In the sky,
Scars stay,
To revive,
to rejuvenate,
In the next seasons,
And drench you in the rains of feelings,
That you lived once.
That looked to be dried away,
And withered,
Like the autumn leaves.
Yes,
Scars stay,
Scars say,
Live every-time a new life,
Let the wounds lost,
Let the new leaves spring-up,
In the new springs,
Scars say, 
......
Scars stay, to remind you.

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Nisargadatta Gita.

~~~Nisargadatta Gita~~~
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http://www.is.gd/il5pn

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Love Intimate / Love Supreme.

~~Love Intimate / Love Supreme~~
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Blank loves Blank,
And Silence too.
Silence loves Silence,
And Blank too,
Who is Blank ?
And Silence Who ?
Are they One,
Or, They Are Two ?
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अस्ति स्निह्यति अस्तिं
अस्ति स्निह्यति भातिं ।
भाति स्निह्यति भातिं
भाति स्निह्यति अस्तिं ।
परस्परं स्निह्यतौ,
किं द्वौ इमौ ?
वा एकौ ?
प्रियौ परस्परम्,
खलु प्रीत्या ।
प्रीतिः तयोः,
साऽपि न भिन्ना,
ताभ्याम् ।
अविभक्त्वा अविभक्ति ।
भक्ति-एव पूर्णा सा ।

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To The Master,

~~~~~~To The Master~~~~~~

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2 dicembre 2010 alle ore 22.38

Subject: :)

A wrinkle tells of his pride,
the curve of the lip shows his reserve,
his eyes the stars of his heart
and a past that lies like the sand on the seabed.
This is my master,
but he is also the love and knowledge
in the heart that now speaks for me.

Written by :
D.C.Astronovo (alias,.......)

And dedicated to 

Vinay Vaidya.

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In a split Second.

~~~~In A Split Second~~~~
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When Shiva meditates,
Nothing stirs.
Everything is enveloped in deep silence,
A beatific peace prevails all over. 
And one,
Who can neither behold,
Nor withstand such a splendor,
Says,
''Wow...!''
heaves a sigh,
And lo !
The delicate fragrant sigh, 
Full of amour, cupidity,
Falls-down,
Like a ... leaf,
Like a flower,
Onto the head of Shiva,
Disturbs His attention,
The lustful fragrance hits His heart,
Piercing it like a sharp arrow.
In a split second, 
As if prompted by 
Automatic Divine action,
Shiva's third eye Opens-up,
And the sigh is lost,
Like a tiny drop of fuel,
In the flame of Shiva's attention,  
Shiva has returned to His tranquil Calm
Poised in Deep Silence,
Where nothing stirs,
Only the Vibrant Peace resumes,
Again after this infinitely brief mo,
Pervades everywhere.
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