Why We Seek Love?

P O E T R Y 

HAVE YOU FOUND LOVE?

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Have You Ever Asked To Yourself!

Why We Seek Love!

We Never Ask Ourselves,

Why We Seek Security,

Why We Seek Wealth,

Why We Seek Happiness,

And In The Same Way, 

Why We Seek Thrill, Success, 

Victory, Excitement,  Entertainment! 

Though We Sometimes Often, 

Appear To Have Found Them, 

Soon They All, Vanish In Thin Air! 

Though Sometimes Often,

We Do Seek Oxygen, 

When We Are Really Gasping For Breath !

But We Never Otherwise,

Think About The Breath, 

Though Sometimes Often We Seek Breath, 

Sometime The Same Is Denied To Us!

Then we Seek desperately A Breath, 

At Any Cost, What-so-ever! 

For We Love Breath! 

Breath Is Being, Being Is Breath.

Love Is Being, Being Is Love!

We Love Being, We Are But Love! 

Just As the Fish Is Water, Water Is Fish,

Being Is Love, Love Is Being.

When We Appear To Lack The Same, 

We Seek Desperately The Same! 

That is How / Why We Seek Love.

Though We Sometimes Often,

Do Appear To Have Found,

Success, Thrill, Pleasure, Victory,

Wealth, Excitement, Entertainment,

Nothing Gives Us Peace Lasting! 

The Peace Of Being That is Love,

The Love That Is The Only Life! 

That Is How, That Is Why,

We Are Always Worried, Scared,

Concerned Of The Future,

And Try To Hoard The Things,

Even Snatch Them Away From Others, 

For We Think They Are Not Us. 

And For They Too Are Scared Worried!,

Concerned And Scared of The Future,

The Future, That Is Never In The Instant,

The Instant That is Ever The Now!

And We Try To Hoard The Things, 

Which We Believe Are Essential To Life, 

Life, That Is Survival, Revival and Burial!

We Do Know That Much About Life, 

Like What All the Animals Know Too!

That Is Why We Seek Love!

And Are Deceived Constantly,

By The Pleasure, Thrill, The Excitement

The Entertainment, That Come  To Us, 

In The Disguise Of Love And Happiness!

That Is How We Are Really Denied Love,

How We Miss, Lack, And Seek For The Same! 

In Our Own Negligence And Ignorance Of, 

What Love And Happiness Is Or Might Be!

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The New Era

P O E T R Y

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Like every year, that comes and goes away, 

This too will pass, not going to stay! 

Still a day in memory, that was yesterday, 

Causes the illusion; -it's the time's way! 

The time thus takes place in this now, 

That neither comes nor goes away!

But is only thought of as having a way! !

A day was there, that is called yesterday, 

A day also here, that is called today, 

And one, as imagined, in thought only,

Appears to be, called the tomorrow,

That is truly but continuity of sorrow! 

So long as is there, a thought is born,

The seed of the sorrow is there sown.

The two breed and survive on their own, 

Feed upon themselves survive, and grow. 

Under this cover, Reality is but hidden,

As the thought disappears, is seen again.

A thought is never the idea,

The Idea is never the thought,

Idea is but the illumination,

Where-in shines the thought.

The light that is prior to idea,

Is pure, self-resplendent, steady,

Idea is but the ray, scattered, unsteady.

When that Light is discovered,

That ever shines in the heart, 

Reality is revealed, comes out stark.

Day out and day in, day come and go.

The dance of time, a flickering show,   

Between the past and the future,

A today is named and framed, 

Likewise a yesterday, and a tomorrow!

Are but so famed and tamed! 

And Lo and Behold! The parade of time,

We see an year, rather an era meanwhile!  

But in a single day, the year too will die, 

In a single day, another will be born!

We shall evaluate the gone one,

And shall celebrate the new one! 

We shall have new resolutions, 

And forget those, the old ones!

Time will be repeated like this every year, 

And may bring us another smile or a tear!

And we shall have hopes, thrill and fear,

We shall meet, forget, and greet the dear, 

Soon the days of the year would heap on,

And of yet another year would leap on!

Where then shall we be, who but knows, 

Will stay for ever, irrespective of shows!

***

Anyways,

All The Best, and --

A Happy New Year !

💐

Anxiety Attack.

A bolt from the blue.

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Though the word is explicit, explains to some degree how stress could trigger anxiety in an instant when one has least expectation that it is going to happen. 

We have become so habitual and insensitive that nothing seems to drag us out from our individual dreams, and while we appear to be awake, we are really lost in many mental occupations at the same moment. Though a surface-level layer of the mind though seems to us as if every-thing is normal, and we are behaving quite in a fine and coherent way.  But underneath many layers of our mind are there, working in abeyance, independently,  functiong in their own specific way. Each one is a stranger to many others and may be to the surface-level layer also. When at any level the functioning reaches to a certain level where it can no more endure the stress, it just, revolts, bursts and may explode. Then we call it an 'attack'. The equilibrium-state is just broken. Though we look perfectly fine, the stress takes hold of you and in a moment quite unexpectedly anything may happen to you. That is how every one must need this in advance before the flash-point occurs.

It is so strange, so bizarre, frightening, weird and sudden that you can't think of preparing planning, charting out a schedule for it.

But that is how our cultural, religious, social, traditional, ethical and moral values decide and determine.

Panic may be behind such an attack, as one of the many indicators. A person suffering from this disorder, may have a history of Panic buying. And there are so many forms of panic.

Could Psychology help? 

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Being Unrelated

P O E T R Y / 19-12-2022.

Maybe! 

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Being All-alone,

Is not that dreadful!

when you realize,

You're not related,

To anything, to anyone,

You just see, 

You don't cease to exist, 

But are everything and everyone. 

Then you're not connected, 

To anything, to anyone, 

Neither are you disconnected!

Then you are alone, 

But never lonely. 

Because you're everything and everyone.

Not only that, 

You're here, there and everywhere!

Once you discover this Reality,

You are boundless joy, peace and harmony,

Maybe, you could call it Self, Love or God!

***

The Timeless.

Now / नव नवल,

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I'm The Timeless Now, 

I'm Ever So Alive, 

I'm Ever So Free,

Past And Future,

Appear, Disappear,

Past And Future, 

Dance Ever In Me!

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The Providence.

The Causes and The Motives, 

The Objectives and The Mission. 

Yesterday evening I wrote here a post about hate and hatred. Today in the morning I was reflecting upon the same when came to my mind a book with the title :

KRISHNAMURTI THE MAN IN REVOLT.

(Andre Neil, Published By Chetana - 1957)

The book was with me since 1990. There was yet another book with the title :

That Pathless Land.

By Susunaga Weerperuma, 

Published by the same Publishers :

Chetana 1983,

Not to mention that I have been always very careless and lazy, the books are all strewn up about all over in my room and on table. When I need some book, it may take so long, that ultimately I get frustrated and just stop looking for it. Occasionally I forget the whole thing. But there are times when I at once get it at once on hand.

So,  today when I tried to find out the book I just failed. Though I had the title in my mind, I wasn't sure if it was that of the book, or of some chapter in a book.

Providence has it that after a few minutes, when I was doing something else, I chanced upon to have a glance upon the back cover page if the same.  And Lo! I was just blessed.

In the book :

The two books were there, just waiting to be discovered and catch my attention.

in the book :

THAT PATHLESS LAND,

There is a chapter :

Has Krishnamurti fulfilled his mission?

The chapter is about what Krishnamurti may have in his mind about this objective.

Here is just the beginning :

 

The Two Worlds.

The Two Words. 

The Agony That Is Hatred.

And The Wisdom, That Is Love.

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Modern day's approach has been to follow the mission of spreading Love. No doubt, this looks a noble ideal, and at once appeals too every mind, -not because everyone knows what is Love, but only because every-one has one's own perspective and perception of --  "What Love is."

Though everyone claims that he or she loves his / her country, language, religion, people, religion, the tradition and culture, this love keeps changing its forms and norms all the times from place to place, person to person and the object of love. Not only this, but the love is variously categorized also in terms of good, pure, impure, divine, and Godly too.

We hardly know if love is a feeling, emotion, passion or an act, action, or a reaction. What we call and think is love, soon turns forms and shades, type and kind, hues and colors, with the object that we are in love. And this object too may be some person an abstract notion like religion, ideal, or some sublime goal in life. This life too like the love keeps its form and norm constantly changing. Still in the absence of truly a right word to which all may agree, we stick to these words like love, life, religion, culture, tradition, even God and truth, often just because have been trained and conditioned by the society we live in, in a particular way.

There are so called ethical compulsions also, and we have to observe those manners and social obligations.

In all this consideration, we just forget how these words that are supposed to indicate  those certain realities that we come across moment to moment in our daily lives.

In contrast and comparison, what is hatred?

We are always kind of uncertain and unsure what these various words really mean. And yet we tend to believe we know the meaning. Is it not true? 

Now let us see if hatred is also such a word like all those words referred to earlier?

How confidently and often with scorn and disdain, we at once declare I hate this or that simething.

The point is : How this reality; - this hate or the hatred comes into existence in the first place?

Is hatred a feeling, emotion, act, action or a reaction? A passion or compulsion?

Exactly what drives us to cherish hate or the hatred?

There is a simple reason : When something causes us pain, we try to avoid the same. But because of the circumstances we just cannot express our pain and may also not show it.  We may have to suppress this feeling that we dislike a certain thing, person, behavior and so on. Then we begin to cultivate dislike and anger and that gets stored somewhere in our memory. 

This is really so simple!

On the other hand, there is also another kind of hate or hatred that we are taught by our tradition, culture and religion; - that certain things are condemneble and we gradually begin to hate those people who follow such things or practices. In almost every religion we may find such practices which may seem to be kind of inhuman.

That is how different traditions, cultures and religions keep on nurturing and nourishing kind of hate or hatred towards the people of other traditions, cultures and religions. Faith is one such word.

Untill and unless we as human find out what this hatred is, we can't eradicate this hate or hatred. But understanding the reason, and the psychology behind it, may sure help us in getting rid of it. Then we can understand the significance of real love, which is not a mere word, nor a feeling, experience,  act, action, reaction or an emotion, but sensitivity and spontaneous response of any living being.

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If only!

P O E T R Y

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I could do, 

A lot of things, 

If I had,

A pair of wings! 

Look at the birds,

Look at the sky,

Look at the tiny, 

Beautiful Butterfly!

All they have,

 A pair of wings, 

And they ride,

On the wave of winds! 

Look at the man,

Who had two hands! 

And then complains,

If only I had!

What to do, 

With these two hands, 

What to do, 

With all rich brain! 

If I have no heart,

No feelings, no love! 

Alas! If only,

I had been a dove!

***

"Nurseryrhymesforthegrownup"

14-12-2022.

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Maturity in Spiritual Endeavor.

This Question of Maturity of Mind.

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Two Screen-shots.

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The Bare Reality.

The Revelation.

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P O E T R Y

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I, 

Stood Revealed,

Itself Exposed,

To Itself, 

When Was No More,

Ignorant, Oblivious,

Or Forgetful,

Of The In-attention,

That Appeared To Stand,

Like An Unshakeable Rock,

Between The Ignorance,

And The Reality Timeless.

This Was Not A New Beginning,

Nor An End.

But Is The Ever Abiding Reality Only. 

***

Poetry of the Day.

 A CLOUD BEHIND A CLOUD. 

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As if Alchemy! 

TRUTH IS PATHLESS LAND.

Where No Grass Grows ...

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P O E T R Y.

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The Wise Say :

Wait!

The Grass Grows By Itself !

Yes! 

How The Wise Could Say, 

What Is False!

But Isn't This Also True, 

It's The Rains, 

That Usher In The Waters, 

That Help Bringing Up The Sprout, 

Hidden In The Seed, 

The Seed, Hidden In The Earth,

The Earth, Barren and Fallow,

Dry And Arid, 

Performs Great Penance, 

Undergoes Harsh And Severe Heat, 

Before The Clouds Gather In The Sky!

The Same Clouds, 

That Are Hidden in The Waters, 

That Are Streaming In The Seas! 

And The Seas, 

Though Limitless, 

Are At The Mercy Of The Sun.

Who Might Know Well,

What Might Be Penance, 

For Him,

The Penance and The Austerities,

Might Be The Way Of Existence Only!

The Existence,

That Is : Unborn, Undying, Uncaused,

Extending From The Times Unknown,

And Beyond Towards The Known!

Is By Itself!

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सत्येन लभ्यस्तपसा ह्येष आत्मा

सम्यग्ज्ञानेन ब्रह्मचर्येण नित्यम्।।

अन्तःशरीरे ज्योतिर्मयो हि शुभ्रो

यं पश्यन्ति यतयः क्षीणदोषाः।।५।।

(मुण्डकोपनिषद् ३-१)

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The Three Horse-riders.

Doom's Day. 

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Arrives,

Escorted by

The Three Horse-riders namely :

Occupation.

Obsession.

Obligation.

Respectively.

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What One Can Do!?

P O E T R Y. 

No Escape! 

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When Life Is Not Worth-Living,

But Dying Is Not In Your Reach!

When You Have Ample Time At Your Hand,

But You Have Nothing To Do With It! 

When The Goals Have Disappeared,

And The Objectives Are No More In Sight! 

When You Are Stranded and Stuck,

Somehow Life Goes On And On, 

Though You Can Neither Push Nor Pull It!

You Are Almost Dead, But Not So Dead Too! 

You Can See There Are Others As Well, 

Who Are In A Situation Worse Than Yours,

And Also See That They Are Not So Dead, 

They Have Hope, Expectation And Future!

That Is No More In your Case!

Still Life Goes On And On, 

And There Is But The Last Only Hope, 

Its Of Course Going To End, 

Sooner Or Later,

Where Time Too Will End For Good! 

***

Regression ab-infinitude.

Regression ab-infinitude.
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There is a reason for (and behind),

The Cosmic harmony and order,
And there are innumerable,

Divergent causes for (and behind),

The Cosmic chaos and disorder.

Understanding this reality helps,

In the best way in trying to deal with, Effectively with all causes and is enough.

The Unique Intelligence, with which,

The whole existence is suffused with,

Is the only reason,

While the intellect,

At the many individual levels,

Are the multitude of causes.

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Regression ab-infinitude.

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The Untouchable.

The Joy and Sorrow Never Meet.

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Inundated over by,

Joy abundant,

You can never store the same,
In the dirty filthy cupboards of memory,
To resuscitate and to relish again on some future date.

The waters that tide,

The waters that ebb,

Are ever so untouched,

By the crazy desires and longings.

The very touch of memory desecrates Joy ,
though you can find superficial consolation in the illusion of re-living them.

***

Who Was / Is He?

Poetry 20-11-2022

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If Not Me?! 

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The God Who Loved Me,

Was Spy Indeed! 

The Spy Who Loved Me,

Was God Indeed! 

I Always believed,

The Other Way Around,

Despite This, Instead!

I Was The God Who Loved Him,

I Was The Spy Who Loved Him. 

But Now The Secret Is Divulged,

And I Am Convinced For Sure, 

It Was Not But Dream,

Neither Was It But a Drama,

I Was Not In A Coma!

Neither Was In Trauma!

The Mystery It Was,

Is No Mystery Any More!!

While I Was Seeking For Him,

He Was Seeking For Me Sure! 

***

All The Days Are But The Same!!

Poetry.

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All The Days Are In The End Same!

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At the end of the day! 

All days are same in that,

At the end of the day,

All end sooner or late!

At the end of the day,

As much anxious worried, 

You retire into the bed!

Some unfinished tasks,

Some half-done moves,

Some imperfect works,

Some not achievede ends.

You're as much stuck,

As last night, you had, 

When you had retired, 

Tired, worried into the bed!

Don't know if there was a day, 

You have walked up all the way 

Fulfilled, happy and for sure,

That you needed nothing any more!

Though you may still hope,

Tomorrow is also a day, 

But you soon realize, 

All days are in the end same! 

***

Everyday you wake up in the morning,

Go through the news stunning, appaling,

Of crimes, injustice, violence and deceit,

And forget you too will have to fight!

At some moment you are though spared,

Unhappy, anxious, worried and scared!

You have to first quench the burning thirst,

Devouring you, eating into your veins!

It's the story again the same, 

All days are in the end same! 

***

Oh! Wow!!

Poetry / 15-11-2022

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Here and Now! 

Thinking of;

Things, Thoughts and Time,

All this was but without gain, 

One escaped or missed the Truth,

That Transcends all of them!

In the labyrinths of the same, 

Life passed but seeking in vain!

Could one turn the attention, 

On something other, the else,

That could give the meaning, 

That could give lasting satisfaction,

So that all seeking is got rid of,

And the seeker too, along with!

Isn't it a wonder realizing then,

The seeking and the seeker, 

Appear and disappear together!

And though the Truth remains, 

That is the Reality only Ultimate!

That is not a thing or thought, 

Of this world or any other beyond,

That is but the ever-present Now, 

When you see you utter "Wow!"

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Nurseryrhymesforthegrownup.

It's True!

Poetry : 12-11-2022

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Freedom Is :

Choiceless Awareness! 

When You Expect Nothing,

From This World, 

When You Don't Claim Anything,

Of This World,

Though You May / Do Need,

The Essential Things,

Like Food, Cloth and Shelter,

And Are Deprived Of Them Too,

You Don't Claim, 

Even The Right To Life.

Because Then You Don't Claim,

This Body Too, That You Possess!

You Then Don't Claim,

The Thoughts, The Feelings, 

The Sentiments And The Emotions,

That Come Across The Mind!

Not "Your Mind".,

Because You Don't Even Say : My Mind!

My Thoughts, My Opinion, Or Views.

Knowledge, Memory Or Experience.

For You Have Already Seen, 

You Are Neither Related,

Nor Are You Unrelated,

To Anything, What-So-Ever,

To Any-One, Who-So-Ever! 

You Don't Claim, This Body,

To Be Your! 

Neither The Body Claims,

It Possesses You!

You Don't Claim, Right To Life, 

Neither The Life Claims You! 

Then You Are Life,  Death, 

And Beyond The Two!!

And It's True!! 

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When You're Love ...

Indeed!

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Two Extremes!

Poetry of the Day, 

On Twitter 

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The Legend of Faith.

Faith : The Etymology

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The Sanskrit word "प्रेत्य" could be traced to be rooted in, or may have been derived from :

"प्र + एति"

which means one who has died and has left for the heavenly abode.

Another way could be from "प्रीणाति / प्रीति", meaning "is loved" or one who "loves".

The word "faith" is again cognate of फ़िदा / fida - one who has surrendered before the God or the Almighty, The Lord Supreme.

Fida has again connotation with the word :  fidelity, confidence, -- opposite of infidelity :  infidel - one who is a non-believer.

Yet again, faith could be cognate of Sanskrit :

प्रतिष्ठ / प्रतिष्ठा 

Where one firmly abides, rooted in, settled.

Offend, defend could be traced to :

अव प्रतं, अव प्रथं, अव प्रथं,  द्वि प्रतं, द्वि प्रथं,  अव स्पन्दं, द्वि स्पन्दं,... 

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Puzzled! चकित!

Where is the Beginning,

Where is the end?

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Journey unending! 

Journey unending!

--

There was a lake in my city;

There was a sky in that lake;

There was a cloud in that sky;

There was a city in that cloud!

There was a lake in that city;

There was a sky in that lake:

There was a cloud in that sky;

There was a city in that cloud!

So on searching on and on, I;

Lost the thread where-from Where-to, 

Was it started, where it would end, 

How long I would have to walk, 

Where-from where-to till the end!

Could someone help me out of this,

So I can reach my home, don't miss?!

*** 

और मेरी इस अंग्रेजी कविता का,

हिन्दी अनुवाद!

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कल्पनालोक! 

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मेरे शहर में है एक सरोवर,  

उस सरोवर में है एक आकाश,

उस आकाश में है एक मेघ, 

उस मेघ में है एक शहर! 

उस शहर में है एक सरोवर, 

उस सरोवर में है एक आकाश,

उस आकाश में है एक मेघ,

उस मेघ में है एक शहर, 

हो रहा हूँ विस्मित मैं! 

कहाँ से प्रारंभ हुआ इसका, 

और कहाँ पर होगा अंत! 

काश कोई बतलाए मुझे! 

ताकि मैं लौट सकूँ घर अपने! 

***

I beg to differ...

Poetry complete

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When it comes to dictating,

And I just beg to differ,

The authority, wielding power,

Prevents me from speaking out.

When I can't fit into the tradition,

And I'm forced to stay silent.

This unending war, 

With tradition,

This unnecessary dispute,

With others,

Stirs up within me,

A revolt, 

Where I find myself,

Isolated from, oblivious of,

The surroundings,

That choke my voice,

And my breath.

I seriously feel, 

It's no life worth living,

Rather a slow Death only.

That takes such a long time,

And looks like eternity.

***

Of Temple and Church.

And the ways of the Politics.

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Digambar Kamat; A Congress MLA of Goa State Assembly with seven others, defected from the Congress party and joined the BJP.

When asked ;

"Why he left the Congress when earlier he had promised consolidity with the party..."

He said :

I went to temple and asked God what to do?,

And the God told him to do what is best to do for  him.

Accordingly and following his conscience he left the Congress party and joined the BJP.

The Congress called this "Operation Keechad".

Keechad in Hindi means : mud where the lotus takes roots.

Earlier, the Congress used to call the political activities of the BJP "Operation Lotus".

Then they found an alternative to "Lotus" and renamed the same as "Keechad".

But salient part of the story is ;  earlier he went to a temple and to a church also.

The temple and the church; both dominate the politics of Goa.

At both the places he directly addressed the God of his conviction and asked for God's consent.

There was no middleman any. No hint from any  priest, any book, yet some-one or some-thing else to decide and find out for him, what should be done by him.

We can't say if this God has a form or is He form-less one. Is He a personal God or an impersonal one, - either in the capacity of his own as a deity, or the Supreme Lord, the One that is supposed to govern the entire and the whole existence.

***

Life is ever,

So Agile! 

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Poetry.

Nurseryrhymesforthegrownups.

अष्टावक्र की कथा

The Legend of Ashtavakra.

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Ashtavakra was born of Kahor (कहोळ) and Sujata (सुजाता). While Ashtavakra was still in his mother's womb, Kahor (कहोळ), sitting beside his wife, reciting the Vedas (वेद), -to their great surprise, the child in the womb suddenly cried out:

"Father!

Even lying in my mother's womb, I have already learnt all the Vedas (वेद) through your grace. But I regret that you often make mistakes in your recitation."

Kahor (कहोळ) took this as a grave insult, and cursed him that he would be born with eight parts of his body deformed. 

Accordingly in course of time the child was born and was named Ashtavakra (अष्टावक्र -one, who has eight limbs of his body curved). In the meanwhile, Kahor (कहोळ) went to the court of Janaka to beg money from the king. The king had at that time in his court a great scholar called Vandi (वन्दी -Vandin - वन्दिन्), son of king Varuna (वरुण). He was profoundly versed in the Vedas. Kahor (कहोळ) was called to a debate by him, was defeated and thrown into the sea where he had to be engaged as a priest in a sacrifice performed by Varuna.

When Ashtavakra (अष्टावक्र) grew to be a lad of twelve and heard of the sad plight of his father, he repaired to the court of the king Janaka (राजा जनक), - in company with his maternal uncle (मातुलः / मामा) - Svetaketu (श्वेतकेतु). Being a mere boy he was not first allowed entrance into the court, but when he gave proof of his extra ordinary learning in the Sastras (शास्त्र), he was cordially welcomed. He at once sought out his father's opponent Vandi (वन्दी / वन्दिन्) and entered into a debate with him. A wonderful controversy ensued, and the boy of twelve defeated the foremost veteran scholar of the court of Janaka (राजा जनक). He rescued his father from the grip of Varuna (वरुण) . Kahor was highly satisfied with his son, and asked him to bathe in the river samanga  (समाङ्ग), and lo! he came out of the waters with all his limbs made straight. But his name continued the same for ever.

~~ Mahabharata ~~ महाभारत ~~

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Courtesy:

।।अष्टावक्र गीता।।

~~Ashtavakra Gita~~

(published by : Sri Ramanasramam, Tiruvannamalai, 2001 Edition.)

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Cross-References :

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Kahor (कहोळ) : ऋषि जाबाल / जाबालि, सिद्धार्थ, अष्टावक्र के पिता, सुजाता के पति, 

Varuna (वरुण) : समुद्र, 

Ashtavakra (अष्टावक्र) : सनातन-धर्म, 

King Janaka (राजा जनक) : राजनीति, 

Sujata (सुजाता) : वनदेवी जिसने निरञ्जना नदी के तट पर तपस्या से कृशकाय हुए तपस्वी सिद्धार्थ को एक कटोरा में खीर प्रदान की थी। यही पूर्व जन्म में अष्टावक्र की माता थी, जबकि सिद्धार्थ ऋषि जाबाल / जाबालि थे। 

इसका प्रमाण वाल्मीकि रामायण से भी प्राप्त होता है:

 अयोध्याकाण्ड सर्ग १०८ ---

आश्वासयन्तं भरतं जाबालिर्रब्राह्मणोत्तमम्।।

उवाच रामं धर्मज्ञं धर्मापेतमिदं वचः।।१।।

साधु राघव मा भूत् ते बुद्धिरेव निरर्थिका।।

प्राकृतस्य नरस्येव ह्यार्यबुद्धेस्तपस्विनः।।२।।

कः कस्य पुरुषो बन्धुः  किमाप्यं कस्य केनचित्।।

एको हि जायते जन्तुरेक एव विनश्यति।।३।।

तस्मान्माता पिता चेति राम सज्जेत यो नरः।।

उन्मत्त इव स ज्ञेयो नास्ति कश्चिद्धि कस्यचित्।।४।।

यथा ग्रामान्तरं गच्छन् नरः कश्चिद् बहिर्वसेत्।।

उत्सृज्य च तमावासं प्रतिष्ठेतापरेऽहनि।।५।।

एवमेव मनुष्याणां पिता माता गृहं वसु।।

आवासमात्रं काकुत्स्थ सज्जन्ते नात्र सज्जनाः।।६।।

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सर्ग १०९,

जाबालेस्तु वचः श्रुत्वा रामः सत्यपराक्रमः।।

उवाच परया सूक्त्या बुद्ध्याविप्रतिपन्नया।।१।।

भवान् मे प्रियकामार्थं वचनं यदिहोक्तवान्।।

अकार्यं कार्यसङ्काशमपथ्यं पथ्यसंनिभम्।।२।।

निर्मर्यादस्तु पुरुषः पापाचारसमन्वितम्।।

मानं न लभते सत्सु भिन्नचारित्रदर्शनः।।३।।

कुलीनमकुलीनं वा वीर पुरुषमानिनम्।।

चारित्रमेव व्याख्याति शुचिं वा यदि वाशुचिम्।।४।।

अनार्यस्त्वार्य संस्थानः शौचाद्धीनस्तथा शुचिः।।

लक्षण्यवदलक्षण्यो दुःशीलः शीलवानविव।।५।।

यहाँ केवल सन्दर्भ दिया जा रहा है। वाल्मीकि रामायण अयोध्याकाण्ड के १०८ तथा १०९ इन दोनों सर्गों में संपूर्ण नास्तिक, चार्वाक, और बौद्ध धर्म के उन सिद्धान्तों का उल्लेख किया गया है जो सनातन-धर्म से विपरीत हैं।

ऋषि जाबालि यद्यपि ऋषि हैं, फिर भी प्रारब्धवश प्राप्त हुए कर्मों का आचरण कर रहे हैं।

ऋषि जाबालि ही भावी गैब्रियल हैं और उन्होंने ही सिद्धार्थ के रूप में जन्म लिया। इस विषय में अपने दूसरे ब्लॉग्स में विस्तार से लिख चुका हूँ। ऋषि जाबालि ही वे इंजील / फ़रिश्तः / पार्षद हैं, जिन्होंने तीनों प्रमुख

अब्राह्मिक / Abrahamic religion

के प्रोफेट्स (Prophets) को मार्गदर्शन दिया।

इसीलिए यह पोस्ट मेरे लिए अब तक का सर्वाधिक महत्वपूर्ण, और प्रामाणिक अनुसंधान-कार्य है निष्कर्ष (conclusion) भी है। 

Conclusion :

In this post, I have tried to connect all the references that are relevant to the history of all major religions of the day.

Sastras (शास्त्र) : लिपिबद्ध वैदिक ज्ञान,

Veda (वेद) : ऋषियों को श्रवण के माध्यम से हुआ वेदमंत्रों का ज्ञान - अक्षर समाम्नाय,

Scriptures (शास्त्र) : लिपिबद्ध वेद,

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कविता -- जो है!

*और जो दिखाई देता है... 

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सन्दर्भ :

दृष्टा दृशिमात्रः शुद्धोऽपि प्रत्ययानुपश्यः।।२०।।,

प्रत्ययस्य परचित्तज्ञानम्।।१९।।

दृष्टा -- जो है, जिसे दिखाई देता है।

दृश्य -- आभास, जो हो रहा है।

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जो है,

वह है! 

और जो दिखाई देता है, 

वह हो रहा है!

जो हो रहा है,

वह दिखाई देता है!

और जिसे दिखाई देता है, 

वह है!

और वह जैसा दिखाई दे रहा है, 

वह, हो रहा है! 

जो हो रहा है, 

वही दिखाई दे रहा है!

जिसे दिखाई दे रहा है, 

वह है, किन्तु दिखाई नहीं देता! 

जो हो रहा है,

जो है,

और जो हो रहा है, 

समय है,

जो दिखाई नहीं देता, 

अनुभव भी नहीं होता,

किन्तु गतिशील है,

और गतिशील है, 

किन्तु अचल है!

ध्रुव सत्य!

जो दिखाई दे रहा है, 

वही है, 

और उसे ही वह दिखाई दे रहा है!

जो है!

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(पातञ्जल योग-सूत्र : साधनपाद -२०),

(पातञ्जल योग-सूत्र : विभूतिपाद - १९).

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उज्जैन, 12-08-2022, 03:15 a.m.

And, The Two Perspectives

Poetry : Me and Mine.

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A Conditioned Mind, Can never know,

What Freedom Is! But can sure watch, 

And only then know / understand,

How the Mind can get free, 

Of the Conditioning, Imposed by itself,

On itself, Because of in-attention only. 

That how, Me and Mine,

Define, Limit, and confine,

The Mind / consciousness itself .

The Mind is the consciousness, 

And the consciousness is, -the Mind. 

For the two are two aspects only,

Of One,the single and unique fact.

One can't exist without the other.

In this knowing, in and understanding,

There is no division, such as I and mine.

For, as soon as the word I is uttered,

And, as soon as the mine is exclaimed,

Me and Mine the two, are defined so!

The Mind and the consciousness, thus,

Split into two; the Me and the Mine.

And as soon as, this twin is created,

One becomes the center, while,

The other becomes the periphery.

The Mind and the consciousness too,

One becomes the center, while,

The other becomes the periphery.

For, the two are but one and the same.

And the person, the individual is cast,

Into a name, into a notional frame.

Who exists not, though appears only. 

In the Mind that is; -the consciousness.

Me and Mine, tethered with one-another,

One can never be free from the other.

This endless conflict persists though, 

As long as inattention is there,

One doesn't understand, know,

Freedom from the one is but partial,

Freedom from the other is just so.

Seeking the source of any of the two, 

Results in the Freedom from both them.

A conditioned mind can never know,

What Freedom Is, how-so-ever though!!

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The Two Freedoms.

Is Freedom Partial?

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Freedom From The Known...

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The Freedom to Wish,

The Freedom of Will,

The Freedom of Religion,

The Freedom of Choice,

The Freedom of Tradition, 

The Freedom of Expression,

The Freedom of Voice,

Aren't they all, 

Tethered to some Ideal,

Even though, that Ideal,

Maybe, - the Freedom Itself!

As long as there is, 

The Thought of Freedom,

As long as there is,

The Freedom of Thought,

For the One,

Who is in bondage,

As long as one is there,

Someone Other and different, 

From this Whole Existence,

How could possibly be there, 

The Freedom Unconditional,

Whole, Spontaneous, Total!!

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This very body is Buddha.

Poetry : 

Condemn not this your body,

Respect, Love and honor it, 

For, this very body is Buddha. 

In this very body, arises The Buddha! 

Arises the Awareness of being Buddha, 

The Reality One, Who is The Buddha,

Though the Unenlightened, Unmanifest One, 

The Enlightened One, Who but knows, 

The Buddha One, Who Knows the body,

The Buddha One, Who knows the other,

The Buddha One, Who knows the self,

The self-less One, Who knows the Self.

The Great One, Who knows the anatta*,

The Great one Who also knows the atta*.

This knowing is verily the Buddha indeed! 

This knowing-ness is neither the body,

This knowing-ness is not the world, 

This knowing-ness is neither the self, 

This knowing-ness is not the word. 

This knowing-ness is neither the knower,

This knowing-ness is not the known. 

It is there, It is here, it is every-where.

But this very body too is The Buddha, 

For, this very body is the entrance.

The get-away from the misery, sorrow, 

The gate-way grand to the Reality Grand!

That is how, This very body is Buddha.

Condemn not, despise not this body, 

But Respect, Honor, Adore it though.

And then one day you shall know,

How This very body is The Buddha,

Whatsoever is, and Whosoever is,

Is truly, verily, but only The Buddha!

You too are Buddha, I'm Buddha!

This very body is Buddha.

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*anatta - अनत्ता - अनात्म, Non-Self, 

*atta - अत्ता - आत्मन् - आत्म, आत्मा, self / Self.

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Two Flames.

Poetry : Attention and Discontent.

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In the the Light of the Consciousness,

There are two flames shining together. 

One is that of the attention resplendent,

And the other, the smothered discontent.

The discontent is always the in-attention,

The attention diverted away, distraction.

Scattered, diffused, dispersed In-attention,

Is not the lack or the absence of attention.

Attention is the principle underlying there,

Even if it is forgotten, lost somewhere.

There instinctively and you always know,

That you were lost, distracted somehow.

The shimmering glow of the attention, 

Keeps you reminding without mention.

And when your attention turns to this fact,

You are at once whole, beaming and straight.

Then you are just happy, silent and blissful, 

Away from your noisy own world wishful.

You're then though alone, and not lonely,

You're the calm, composed and solemnly.

The flame of discontent is no-where there, 

The flame of attention shines where-ever!

Attention is there when all hope is gone,

And in this attention, you are all alone! 

The flame burns with smile or discontent,

Depends upon the content and the intent! 

Passion is a moment, when there is smoke,

When the calm of the attention is broke!

But there is another, when there is Fire.

Peace and attention follow one another.

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Why I'm stuck!!

POETRY TO-DAY. 

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Like the air,

Like the Breath,

While alive,

While in death. 

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2 screen-shots.

If Only...

Poetry 30-06-2022

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Nurseryrhymesforthegrownups.

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If all the channels were one channel,

If all the Aps were one Ap,

If all the viewers were one viewer, 

If all the views were one view,

If all the dues were one due,

If all the clues were one clue, 

If all the que-s were one que,

If all the cues were one cue! 

If all the news were one new,

If all the old were one old, 

If all the metals were but gold, 

Who might buy, what might be sold! 

If all the religions were one religion,

If all the God(s) were one God,

If all the scriptures were one scripture,

If all the truths were one true!

If all the birds were one bird, 

If all the words were one word, 

If all the worlds were one world,

What could have been this world?

If all the thoughts were one thought, 

If all the minds were one mind, 

If all the selves were one self,

What could have been this whole Self?

One just wonders if that's not true,

One just ponders over this clue!

The earth is free, the sky is blue,

The rose is pink, the love is glue! 

If that's true, where is sorrow!

If not true, why then borrow?

Let's see then what is there,

That can make us happy forever!

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Nurseryrhymesforthegrownups.

Agony

Poetry :

Deep-seated. 

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Agony deep-seated,

Irony Deep-rooted.

Ignored, neglected,

Has been muted so far!

Come up, resurface, again,

Unexpectedly, suddenly,

In an unguarded moment,

When you are quite oblivious,

Obviously immersed, absorbed,

Fascinated, enchanted, absent-minded,

Lost in some trifle influence,

Or in something worthless,

A thought, a Principle, 

A Philosophy, an Ideal,

And just now, become aware,

Of the fact that nothing, 

In this, or of this world,

Could give you respite,

Relief, peace or solace, 

From this deep-seated,

Deep-rooted Agony,

You can but see, 

For the First and also,

For the last time as well,

How this Agony cruel, 

Took up roots, in your mind, 

How it vitiated your whole life,

And in a split second, 

It is uprooted, for once,

And for all, never to return.

And it is not the thrill,

The excitement or the joy,

That you had enjoyed so far!

You have lost all hope,

The fear, the apprehension,

The anger and the desire, 

As well as all despair,

And you seek no more,

Pleasure, and escape from, 

What you are / were,

And stay, abide in the Self,

That till now, looked away,

So very distant, till so far!

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On Hold...

Poetry : 18-06-2022

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Being put on hold! 

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How long could you yourself stay on hold, 

How long could you put someone on hold?

In a time-span rather shorter or longer, 

You may have to leave and end the talk.

Or, maybe though, be forced away to walk,

Which is keeping you busy so much,

Which you feel, should not stop as such. 

Though soon, maybe you could sense, 

There is a risk involved, thick, dense,

You could not see at this very moment,

Yet it is there like a threat potential, latent.

Before this comes out to be really true, 

Wait and watch yourself a seconds few!

How brave, you may have yourself told, 

How much long could you stay on hold?

How long then, you could be put on hold.

Maybe, you're really an exception only,

But all the people here, are bought and sold!

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Sharing with myself.

 Four Screen-Shots post the day.

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As if, for granted!

Poetry : 16-06-2022

Nothing abides for ever! 

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"Nothing" abides for ever!

It's good,

That nothing could be taken,

As if, for granted.

Though you desired, hoped, expected, 

Though you tried your best, 

To achieve what you earnestly wanted!

The world of the past, 

The world of the future, 

The world of the yesterday,

The world of tomorrow,

Though look so real, 

In your thought,

In your memory, 

In your imagination,

The people, places, events, 

Though look so real, 

That is all the work of your brain,

That conjures up a picture, 

Seemingly so perfect,

That you're deluded and begin, 

To believe,

Yes, I could / will achieve, 

In the near or a distant future,

What I always cherished.

But lo and behold!

The very next moment,

Everything is vanished.

And you scratch your head! 

Thinking, what may have gone wrong, 

That is what has been happened so long!

Longings and belongings,

Are gone in a moment,

And you watch on only,

This great event! 

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While living the life,

Poetry : 14-06-2022

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While living the life, While you are alive, 

Needs no effort, Needs no attempt. 

The breath keeps, Coming in, going out, 

The blood keeps, Running through veins,

The sleep comes, At its chosen time, 

The waking up, Follows the same! 

There is neither the past, nor the future,

Life goes on smoothly,  according to nature.

It's the thought only,  That brings in the past, 

And the idea only, That assumes a future! 

Both are creations only, of but the mind.

When the mind could be free of the kind, 

From them both, and the heart could see,

The futility of thought, of the fear, agony,

And can hold onto peace, discarding worry, 

Life is then a cool walk in the evening, 

If only you are not bothered of anything,

Life is like a warm walk in the morning!

And see only a living being dies one day,

And see this fact is always here to stay.

And there is danger, thrill, excitement,

In living this life, moment to moment!

Those who fear, are scared of dying,

Die every moment, even while living,

Those who have but discovered this,

Nothing really dies, not could die ever, 

The names and forms, appear-disappear, 

The Reality principle underlying formless 

The consciousness sustains  always, ever,

Here and now, though timeless being,

That is all, in all, and is in everything,

Watches in Silence whatever happens,

Truth Consciousness Bliss ever so reigns.

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When you're done!

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The Three Faces.

Of Reality. 

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Earlier (subject to the assumption that there was nothing, -not even the 'time', before the existence happened.) there were only the existence, knowing and the knowledge.

The three faces, - namely the existence, the knowing and the knowledge are / were / will be the only whole, unique, principle, and the three aspects or the faces, interdependent of  each-other.

With the arrival of the knowledge, appeared the fourth : the mind.

(Knowledge survives in the absence of mind, while the mind could not in the absence of Knowledge)

In the mind again emerged the face that was the individual.

The mind, as the, individual, as the collective and as the existentiak, took the form of Time and Space. 

Time that is fundamentally the timeless-ness only, reflected again in the mind in terms of the past and the future.

These 3 faces of time are Timelessly there in the mind, be it the individual, the collective or the existential.

With the arrival / emergence of knowledge,  The past and the future are / were so visible but the one, - the past, formed the memory, while the other, -the future but was merely a reflection of the past, in the mind. Again this reflection seemed to have its own existence,  independent and other than the past.

The Time stood still though. The individual mind that is a playground for the assumed past and the imagined future, was there yet quite unnoticed and even if one thought of it, it remained in a form that pertained to memory and imagination.

The past is synonymous with BrahmA, the present with ViShNu while the future with the Shankara.

Creation happened by and through BrahmA, in the past, how-so-ever distant or eons ago, survives / sustained by ViShNu, in this very  moment, or the present or and is expected to be annihilated in some very far distant or a near future.

Though we might not know if the BrahmA, the ViShNu and the Shankara are really the individuals, we could understand beyond suspicion or doubt, for certain, that these three aspects of the working / functioning post the Reality could never be denied nor refuted.

The Terminology :

Existence : सत्

Knowing : चित् 

Knowledge : मनस् / चित्त,

Knowledge-potential - बीज,

Knowledge-Dynamic - सक्रिय मन, चित्त 

The Creator aspect - ब्रह्मा

The Protector aspect - विष्णु

The annihilator aspect - शंकर / महेश

Though the creation, the preservation and the annihilation of the existence is again in the mind, in imagination only, this working principle BrahmA, viShNu, Shankara, are supposed to work in a cycle. Because what is, was never created, nor could be annihilated / destroyed.

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The Sound of Void.

What a miracle is this Sound! 

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Sound that becomes the noise, 

Sound that becomes the voice, 

Sound that becomes the shrill,

Sound that stands calm and still.

Sound that is music, serene, sonorous, 

Sweet, mellow, dulcet, melodious.

Who know from where it comes, 

No one knows to where it goes away! 

From and beyond, in the meanwhile,

Keeps reverberating, singing, awhile!

Here and there, keeps on frolicking,

Flowing, revelling in deep abeyance,

This is how, the sound is its own romance! 

Getting merged again into the Silence,

At the core, where is its very emergence.

The Silence is but the only God alone,

Who could know Him, how could be known!

Yet when you try to seek its abode,

You are just lost in it, your solitude!

***

This Path-less Land,

Of Truth!

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Many things are, 

In Your reach,

Many things are, 

In your sight,

Many things are, 

In your ambit,

Some are though,

In your sight,

Not in your reach. 

Some are though, 

In your reach, 

Not in your reach, 

Of those which are, 

In your sight, 

And in your reach, 

Some attract your attention.

And the conflict lets you not,

Take a decision.

And is lost the moment, 

Irretrievably.

There are times next, 

But this one was lost.

What's the use of, 

Wailing over this loss, 

Be careful, 

Be watchful,

Be attentive,

The Self is ever so near, 

The Self is ever so dear, 

Don't let it slip away, 

From your hands,

And you can't hope,

Attaining in some future, 

Distant, just here or very near. 

You have to clasp this very moment.

And you shall grieve no more.

That is the only door,

In this Path-less Land!

***

Life, -The Incredible

 A bird settled for this! 

What to say?

Poetry :

A bit perplexing!

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When you're asked:

Where do,

Time, Space and Gravity,

come from?

Or, 

When you're asked:

We're the only humans, 

Living in the whole universe?

(We're -- We are, or We were?) 

What to say,

How to answer?

Doesn't the question presupposes,

Space, Time and Gravity, 

Didn't exist before / prior to, 

Coming into existence! 

At what Time? 

And Where?

And What about Gravity?

Aren't the three interdependent realities?

Could one be without the other two?

I really can't comprehend,

The very question.

May be, 

I'm an old,

Incorrigible, orthodox,

Vehement, irresolute one.

May be,

I'm not.

***

For me,

Time is like Zero, 

An absence,

When can't be found, 

And a presence.

In terms of a numeral.

Just as Time exists not apart from,

The Thought of Time, 

Zero too doesn't exist, 

The Thought of Zero. 

The Thought though, 

Exists but momentarily only.

And the moment too,

Is again Thought only. 

Just as Space is a blank,

A vacuum indeed, 

It's the potential as well, 

Where-in the Universe,

Appears, stays for a while,

And disappears again, 

May be

In a split of a second,

Or in an aeon,

That depends on,

What we assume / resume it to be. 

That's indeed Thought only! 

The Thought,

That exists but momentarily only!

We are walking in a circle,

We're There,

Where We're!

All the Time,

Even Timelessly!  

That means :

We were, and / or We are! 

Time and Space is illusion,

The Gravity (pun intended),

Is but the matter! 

But the matter too is held, 

In Time and Space only. 

Gravity as force, 

Is but the expression,

Of the potential inherent. 

The Potential is:

Time, Space, Matter, only. 

Matter is again, the Principle-Potential,

And also as, the Principle-Dynamic.

All and everything, 

Appear and take form, 

In Consciousness (of them).

The Principle That is Consciousness,

Though makes up every possibility,

And is the only Cause and Consequence,

Remains in abeyance,

To the 'consciousness'.

That is the Man, Life, and Love True only. 

For Consciousness knows no other,

The consciousness knows itself, 

In and through myriad forms and kinds.

That is Why, 

I just can't understand,

That's Why, 

I just say!

I just don't know,

What to say!

***

Once More.

About "Time" / "Existence".

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All things that exist, exist in Space.

Does the Space exist?

Where does the Space exist?

The Space exists in consciousness only.

Thus, though the Space is existential truth,

Consciousness is the Principle Primordial.

Existence of the Space is secondary, and the support, of all those things -phenomenal.

Time too exists as a Phenomenon only.

But Where then does Time exist?

The mind too exists as a Phenomenon only.

But where does the mind exist?

Don't the two exist / happen in consciousness only?

Isn't the Space too, -Existence Phenomenal?

Isn't the "Time" Phenomenal only?

Isn't the "Time", an idea only?

Where this idea takes place?

Isn't the idea too a Phenomenon only?

The idea of the Space isn't the Space, 

While the idea of Time is but an idea only. 

Does not the Space exist Timelessly,

-Always, here and now?

Well, What exists in Time is Phenomenal.

Phenomenon is an event, a change.

Phenomenon is but a modality. 

And what about the moment?

Is not moment too a modality only?

What is a modality?

Does it exist like matter or energy, in and depending upon the Space? 

And How long, stays a moment, in Time?

Could we determine / define precisely,

The duration of a moment?

Is the Time as a moment, and as duration,

Really a phenomenon?

Yes, and No. 

A moment could be a mark that determines,

Two consecutive, successive events,

One that is the past, and another, -the next. 

Is " Time", such a dividing mark, - 'duration', any? 

If yes, then how long is this 'duration'?

And what about  "Thought"? 

Could we say Thought is a measure of Time?

Beacuse, for as much long Thought takes place, so much long is its Time / 'duration'.

Apparently, Thought is 'duration',

Exactly so, Time is also 'duration'.

Could this 'duration' be chosen as a criteria for the measurement of "Time"?

This is exactly and precisely the difficulty, and the complication in deciding whether the "Time" really exists or exists not.

In conclusion :

If Time exist or not, is a subject-matter of  "Problematics".

***

(Can't say, if all this makes sense!)

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Binary Additions.

Poetry : 28-04-2022

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Binary Addictions

(Sic.) 

--

Do two wrongs make a right?

Do two negatives when compounded, 

Always Make a positive!

It depends.

If they are added, 

Or they are multiplied. 

Nevertheless,

Addition and multiplication,

Are again,

But in concept only.

How you could compound,

Two incompatibles?

Far from being compatible,

Time and Existence, 

Are but two such,

Entirely so distinct notions,

Assumptions only.

How you would possibly compound, 

The two, except in your imagination!

But wait, 

Maybe, We could see, 

Existence and Time,

Are mutually exclusive,

As well as mutually independent also,

Then We could perhaps find out,

If Time really exists or doesn't exist.

But there is no doubt, 

Time is measurable,

Time is immeasurable as well.

And Existence also like Time, 

Is measurable and immeasurable.

Even if that is true,

They have distinct, different units,

Of Measurements 

And I can't say, if the units are themselves,

Mutually compatible or incompatible.

Rishi exhorts us :

अन्धं तमः प्रविशन्ति येऽविद्यामुपासते।।

ततो भूय इव ते तमो य उ विद्यायां रताः।।९।।

अन्यदेवाहुर्विद्ययान्यदाहुरविद्यया।।

इति शुश्रुम धीराणां ये नस्तद् विचचक्षिरे।।१०।।

विद्यां चाविद्यां च यस्तद् वेदोभयं सह।। 

अविद्यया मृत्युं तीर्त्वा विद्ययामृतमश्नुते।।११।।

अन्धं तमः प्रविशन्ति येऽसम्भूतिमुपासते।।

ततो भूय इव ते तमो य उ सम्भूत्यां रताः।।१२।।

अन्यदेवाहुः सम्भवादन्यदाहुरसम्भवात्।। 

इति शुश्रुम धीराणां ये नस्तद् विचचक्षिरे।।१३।।

(-ईशावास्योपनिषद्)

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Summarily :

Those who indulge in pleasures, seek fulfill-ment of desires, enter from darkness unto darkness only.

Even more so than them, those who indulge in knowledge and skill,

The consequences of both are different, 

Thus we have heard from those Rishi / sages, Who explained this to us in detail.

But those who know both the ignorance, the skill,- the knowledge as well, transcend the ignorance, skill and the knowledge also, and thus attain (know) what is life beyond death -the immortal.

Again, those who, (in their ignorance) don't seek to attain the higher status (like that of Gods and of the divine kind), and are happy in this worldly level, do enter from darkness unto darkness. But even more so than them,  those, who seek to attain the higher status and enter into rather the deeper darkness.

*** 

A New Problem.

Past, Present and Future.

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This is about how I should write about these 3 aspects of time, in terms of their respective content.

I can write this point in the following two ways :

1. Should I write --

Memory is the content of Past, Thought is the content of Present and Future is the content of imagination.

Or,

2. Should I write  --

Past is the content of memory, Present is the content of Thought, and the imagination is the content of Future.

Either way, I have no doubt about what-so-ever I want to say.

The same could be again written / explained in the following way --

There is only the Present. The existence and presence of this Present is an evident truth and reality, no one can ever deny, or even ignore.

The Present is so alive a truth that even if  we don't think about it, it doesn't cease to exist. That is, it is an eternal truth though not a tangible one, as a material object.

In comparison to Present, Past and memory are synonymous with one-another.

In the same way, in comparison to Present, Future and the imagination are synonymous with one-another.

Though Time exists ever as a presence alive, no one can ever transcend this Present.

In comparison again, no one can ever enter Future or Past in the true sense.

We enter the Past if and only if supported by memory.

We enter the Future if and only if supported by imagination.

So, the question is :

Could we ever understand, comprehend or  grasp in whatever possible way, -in its true sense, the thing that we call Present?

***

 

The Algorithm.

Artificial Intelligence

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"Press "Enter" or, the default option / action  follows after 10 seconds."

I was told.

To me, A. I. is but another kind or a name for the Algorithm. Well, I know little about these things.

To me, Artificial Intelligence is a well built and structured algorithm only. Whatever.

Creating / building an algorithm implies you believe in causation. Still you are unaware / ignorant of the simple information that you are also just one another factor in the chain of causation. Call it destiny or free will, you cannot escape the fact. 

The inherent idea of agency prompts one to question : 

"Exactly who is, that decides what is going to happen?"

Isn't the question based upon the ignorance itself? Ignorance / the assumption that there is some authority somewhere above the sky  or elsewere who decides whatever is going to happen.

In asking this question, it is presumed, you already know that there is such an entity in whatever kind or form.

Is it not again the idea itself that emerges out from the back of the mind?

Ignorance means the lack of information, or the lack of the useful information.

How to crack a password?

Isn't a password how-so-ever complicated or  simple, is a set, a combination of letters and signs, arranged in a specific way, according to a certain algorithm?

When a password is generated, the same is supported by a simple or a comparatively a difficult algorithm.

In retrospect, could we perhaps discover or  retrieve the requisite information that was used while creating the password?

"I will do, I will not..."

Isn't it a password in itself, that commands / enables / allows / prompts you to spring up at once into action?

Exactly, "Who" is there that commands and is referred to as "I"?

Yet everyone spontaneously, involuntarily, obeys without exception the command, this idea "I". This very idea that you yourself are "I". Are you an idea only? Or the underlying Reality where-in and where-from this idea emerges out and subsequently merges into it again?

(03:27 a.m. 25-04-2022)

*** 

 

 

Causation

The Idea of Agency.

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So, There is the Theory of Relativity, then the Quantum, then The string, and then the Loop String Theory, which subsequently resulted into the Causation.

But still the idea of cause and effect governs the mind of the Physicist. In other words, the Physicist thinks and believes that the Time exists independently in terms of Causation -Principle.

Exactly the same idea has been presented in the Shiva Atharva SheerShaM, where it has been said :

अक्षरात्संजायते कालो कालाद् व्यापकः उच्यते। 

व्यापको हि भगवान् रुद्रो, -भोगायमानो।

यदा शेते रुद्रो संहरति प्रजाः।

But the problem with the Physicist / Scientist is that the other 4 aspects of Rudra (Shiva) viz. Ganapati, Devi, Narayana and Surya are then ignored.

While Rudra denotes the "I AM" Principle, Devi denotes the "consciousness-aspect", the Ganapati denotes the "Intelligence-aspect" of the Rudra-principle.

Again in yet another way, the Rudra (Shiva) denotes the Father Principle, the DevI is the Mother / Shakti Principle, while the Ganapati / Ganesha is the child Principle.

In terms of the visible Reality,  the same is denoted by means of Narayana and Surya respectively.

To conclude, Narayana signifies water, earth Fire, Space and air, While the Surya denotes The Sun, from where originates Life itself.

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The Spiritual Evolution.

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But at the individual level the idea of agency is ignorance only, because it creates the ego, or the individual ego, at the personal level.

The four basic pillars of the ignorance / the individual ego are enumerated as :

1. The idea of agency / sense of doership /  (कर्तृत्व)

2. The idea of enjoying / suffering / enduring / experiencing  (भोक्तृत्व).

3. The idea of knowing in terms of memory and information (ज्ञातृत्व), and the last one is --

4. The Idea of ownership / the sense of  possessing or having the possession (स्वामित्व).

***

At the same time, the ego just can't eliminate itself by what-so-ever means. The very effort is the persistence of the ego.

But by finding out the root-cause of the ego, it is annihilated in the sense that it is found no more. The ego itself, one who seeks it's own source is extinguished / irretrievably lost in this very process of Self-Enquiry.

***

The Rudra Aspect.

Poetry : 20-04-2022.

When The Time Takes Place. 

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A Rudra-Space (रुद्र-लोक) assumes Existence,

As soon as, Rudra wakes up, 

From His samAdhi Timeless,

He manifests Himself in 11 dimensions. 

The 11 is a number, Mathematical.

The 11 dimensions are at once projected,

Into the 11 Strings where-in is limited,

 The Manifest Time-Space. 

 When The Time Takes Place,

11 Times owe simultaneous existence, 

In a moment eternal, beyond the physical.

The 11 strings that the Physics speaks of. 

Though they all are diverse expressions of, 

The Singular Essentiality, -The Rudra,

They all generate a world,  -their own. 

The Duration of Time in all happens, 

As if the other 10 have no existence,

One Rudra alone, always exists,

In one and all of those 11 dimensions. 

Be a Rishi (ऋषि) - A scientist of yore, 

Or a Physicist, - A Rishi (ऋषि) of the day, 

All are and is but Rudra (रुद्र) only.

Thus elucidates the शिव-अथर्वशीर्ष ।

Rudra alone knows all the times,

That take place in the 11 dimensions,

Yet, no individual can ever know,

What might be taking place, 

In the 10 dimensions, other than one's own!

Though one can sure predict the facts, 

The purely physical of one's own world,

No one can but predict precisely, 

Exactly what is going to happen, 

In the Future, that is in one's imagination.

But all and everyone has a criteria,

To examine the essential nature of Time, 

That one comes across in the 3 states, 

Namely, the waking, dream and sleep,

Where Time becomes just volatile!

One can even enter in the states of mind, 

Like those, as are experienced by one, 

During waking, deep sleep, or in dream,

Where Time is molded and folded, 

In a way that reminds us often, always, 

Of the clocks painted by Salvador Dali,

Where Time seems to go through change, 

The warp and weft, twists, distortions.

But in Essence, Substance and Reality,

All is but the Dance of Nataraja, The Rudra.

You can't just ignore and push away,

With  contempt, hatred and disdain,

In your aggressive adamant, audacious,

Stubborn, obstinate and Stupid, 

Ignorance, Pride and Prejudice,

The Upanishads, Veda, the sacred texts,

Declaring them to be useless, -of no value.

But even if once, you go through them, 

With all due humility and trust,

That the Rishi discovered Timelessly,

You can at once relate them all, 

With the latest and most discoveries,

Can sure find out their relevance always, 

In all times that were, are and will ever be.

Don't call them 'Hindu' in contrast with, 

The Religions / faiths , -The Abrahmic,

Though they're no doubt the Lineage, 

The Heritage, and the timeless wisdom,

Of the Hindu History, Culture, Religion.

We Hindu honor and adore this wisdom,

We Hindu call it The Sanatana Dharma,

The Truth, Reality, Brahman, Ishwar, Atman.

***

The Conundrum.

Often Asked Questions. 

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Does Time not Exist?

Is the Universe Infinite?

From Where the Life came (on Earth)?

And the similar questions that the scientists, the Physicists and the Mathematicians often ask but don't bemuse or excite me anymore.

I can only see and say that all questions and questioning presupposes some idea.

And one who is very intelligent can sure see that the idea takes place in the brain.

But one thing could be pointed out with no doubt.

Idea is based on information. 

Information too is again an idea or a set of many interdependent ideas.

Even if you are devoid of all idea, and have no idea whatsoever, still you exist and you also know well this fact that you exist. 

The moment an idea happens to you, you at once define and limit yourself in terms of the information given to you. Only then you try and tend to define and explain the physical objects in terms of ideas only. 

You can never define yourself like a physical object, still you exist and also know without any effort on your part, that you exist.

This very existence and the knowing it is the foundation and substratum of the Whole.

A part of This Whole is known to and by you, during the state of the mind that we call the waking state. Another part of The Whole is known to and by you, during the state of the mind that we call the dream-state. And still another part of the Whole is known to and by you is that, which we call the deep dream-less sleep, when again we well know that we exist and we know also that we exist. This is the experience of all and everyone and no one is an exception. No one can deny this simple truth.

Various and varied ideas come up during the waking-state only and then we try to find out a pattern in them.

We ostensibly forget to see that what we call "Time" is not a scalar, nor a vector and not  even a quantity. Yet in our imagination and enthusiasm we end to define and quantify this thing "Time", we even try to "measure" it and then wonder if "Time" exists on not! 

We then ask to ourselves if "Time" exists or doesn't exist? We have derived This elusive thing / idea, that we call "Time", that keeps the intellect busy. But First of all, we need to understand what we mean by "duration". Could the "duration" be defined without the idea of "Time"?

Does Physics exist?

Does Science exist? 

Does Mathematics exist? 

Could we ask such questions about them? 

Physics, Science or Mathematics is but a set of principles that help us to some extent and the question whether they exist or don't exist simply doesn't apply to them.

Still we can transcend intellect and attain the intelligence or the wisdom that is altogether,  quite a different approach to understand the "Time", Life, Universe etc.

The three states of mind, namely the waking, the dream, and the dream-less state of mind during deep sleep should be explored into.

Because Whatever we really 'are' is the only  underlying principle / truth that could never be denied nor refuted but understood well, if we have a vision beyond intellect.

This Reality could never be described nor could be communicated through words. But with due attention and keen interest we can sure discover this truth within our own very heart.

This is not a kind of poetic description / form of expression, it is rather a sincere approach to Reality. 

From intellect we go on into further and furthermore into this quagmire only.

Ishavasya Upanishad exhorts us about this in plain words :

अन्धं तमः प्रविशन्ति येऽविद्यामुपासते।।

ततो भूय इव ते तमो य उ विद्यायां रताः।। ९।।

अन्यदाहुरविद्ययान्यदाहुरविद्यया ।।

इति शुश्रुम धीराणां ये नस्तद्विचचक्षिरे ।।१०।।

विद्यां चाविद्यां च यस्तद् वेदोभयं सह।। 

अविद्यया मृत्युं तीर्त्वा विद्ययामृतमश्नुते।।११।।

अन्धं तमः प्रविशन्ति येऽसम्भूतिमुपासते।।

ततो भूय इव ते तमो य उ सम्भूत्यां रताः।।१२।।

अन्यदेवाहुः सम्भवादन्यदाहुरसम्भवात्।। 

इति शुश्रुम धीराणां ये नस्तद्विचचक्षिरे।।१३।।

सम्भूतिं च विनाशं च यस्तद्वेदोभयं सह।।

विनाशेन  मृत्युं तीर्त्वा सम्भूत्यामृतमश्नुते।।१४।।

The next stanza however points out to the very predicament that we all intellectuals are caught into :

हिरण्मयेन पात्रेण सत्यस्यापिहितं मुखम्।।

तत्त्वं पूषनपावृणु सत्यधर्माय दृष्टैव।।१५।।

Truly, our eyes are blinded by the glare of the this day "Science". Though we can turn our attention inwards and discover the very being and find out the Reality residing there Timelessly, we would hardly think of that.

In the next stanza the Rishi (the author of this hymn / text) addresses / calls upon the Sun Who is the manifestation of the Reality, Life, Truth and declares :

योऽसावसौ पुरुषः सोऽहमस्मि।।

The One Principle,

That / Who You Are, 

I Am That, Indeed, 

Verily the same.

***