Who is There?

Who is Here? 

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For the sake of behavior or convention, the words 'there' or 'here' are used as is required to convey the sense / idea in the question.

'there' and 'here' could be thought of either of as the noun, pronoun or the adjective according to the respective definition of them as in the Grammar of the English.

'Who' on the other hand is certainly a pronoun depending upon according to the definition of pronoun itself.

However 'here' and 'there' could also be thought of as the name of a place, and so a 'noun' in that sense.

Again, 'here' and 'there' could also be accepted adjective, because tell about the quality of a 'place', and we know that place, according to the definition, is noun.

This much so for about :

'here' and 'there'.

What about 'Who'? - the pronoun?

The author of this post is no doubt a person for all others, but for himself he is but pure consciousness only.

Being pure consciousness only, he is just unable to refer to himself as an object to be pointed out as something else from his own self.

For the readers however he is a person like themselves and all of them too are but pure consciousness only in their individual capacity.

'Who' referred to in the questions : 'Who is There?' or 'Who is here?'

is always a person - indeed always a  person - either the first - as referred to as 'I' or as the second - as could be referred to / addressed to as 'You' and as 'he' as referred to only, and never could be addressed to.

What about this author who for myself is however pure consciousness only for me and though expressed through the word 'I' only?

This author who had in the presumed past the idea that

"all this, that is here is verily Atman / Brahman / Self only,"

In that presumed past, in that past, in the last 4-5 hours only felt an idea is nevertheless always thought, a verbal construct that arises and has a life momentary like a flash only, and then disappears too.

This reflected understanding is like this : 

"all that is "here" is verily neither presumed Atman, Brahman nor the Self, but is "Nature" only.

The nature that is the observed and the observer as well, is the one "Who" is supposed to observe also."

Is not this categorization between the observer and the observed  again a false way of thinking only?

Is this not also true that this "Nature" too is but always pure consciousness only, all alone, without a second to itself :

अद्वितीय एकमेव?

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Poetry of the day

Sharing here :

P O E T R Y

Posted this as a comment on a fellow blogger's post. 

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Frame!

P O E T R Y

Shame.

Truth, God and Love, 

May have, For Sure, 

Name and Fame, 

But definitely, No Frame!!

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O My God!

P O E T R Y

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My Lord! 

You often objected, 

This my addressing to You, 

But O My Lordship! 

I could never stop,

My humble soul, 

From expressing,

Its Gratitude! 

Please Do forgive me, 

Just as Kindness is Yours,

Humility is my attitude! 

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हे प्रभु! 

तुमने कितनी बार मुझसे कहा :

कि मैं  तुम्हें प्रभु कहकर संबोधित न करूँ!

मैं  मानता हूँ कि यह तुम्हारी महानता ही है, 

यह तुम्हारी उदारता ही है, 

किन्तु हे प्रभु!

क्या तुम सारे जगत् के ही स्वामी / प्रभु नहीं हो!

क्या तुम ही जगत् में  व्याप्त  और, 

ओत प्रोत विभु नहीं हो!

क्या मैं तुम्हारा ही दास और सेवक नहीं हूँ!

फिर भी, तुम्हारे आदेश का पालन करते हुए ,

अब मैं तुम्हें मान्यवर महोदय ही कहूँगा। 

प्रणाम! 

🙏

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The Sixth Sense.

P O E T R Y 

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Water Seeks Its Level, 

Rises Up And Up,

Till Has Reached. 

Or Falls Down And Down,

Till Has Reached.

Attracted By Gravity.

Air Seeks Its Space,

Space Is Its Brevity.

In All Directions, 

Here, There, Where Not!

Till It Becomes Omnipresent.

Fire Seeks Height, 

Up And Up, Upwards,

Attracted By Levity,

Till Has Reached The Heavens!

Space / Sky And Matter / Earth, 

Seek Nothing, 

For They Are Ever So Perfect, 

As And Where They Are!

The Intelligence Stays Aware, 

Unaffected, Unaltered, Immutable,

The Sixth Sense,

Where-in And Where-at.

The Existence Rejoices, 

In Its Splendor!!

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The thought and the Thinker

The Thought  and The Thinker are but two aspects of one and the same phenomenon. 

सोचना और सोचनेवाला एक ओर एकमेव घटना के दो पहलू होते हैं। दोनों साथ साथ प्रकट और विलीन होते हैं। स्मृति से उत्पन्न सातत्य (का भ्रम) सोचने  और सोचनेवाले के बीच परस्पर पृथक् पृथक होने और सोचनेवाले के स्वतंत्र रूप से अस्तित्वमान होने का आभास पैदा करता है।

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The Suffering.

P O E T R Y 

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All suffering is the only cause,

And all suffering is the only result, 

Of  exploitation. 

All exploitation is,

The only cause, 

And all exploitation is,

The only result,

Of the expectation only.

All expectation is born of,

The desire only, 

And all desire is but,

The hope and fear in the disguise 

Of the imagined future,

All future is, 

But the projected reflection,

Of the past,

All past is but recognition.

Conversely and curiously,

Past and the recognition,

Are but synonyms of memory only.

The memory that is but, 

A happening -phenomenonal, 

Of the movement of thought, 

In a hypothetical  space,

Created by and out of,

The In-attention, unawarenes,

and willful ignorance,

Of the indescribable "What Is!"

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A Moment Ago...

 P O E T R Y.

Casual, Instant and Sudden!

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A moment ago, 

You were sitting comfortably,

Indulging, Lost in,

Looking at the monitor,

Thinking about Pros and Cons,

Speculating the prospects of

Investing in what stocks,

That appeared before your eyes,

In waves, ebbs and tides,

There were risks of unexpected loss,

Chances of imaginary profits,

When something stirred,

And in a split second, 

Your mind went blank!

Suddenly, instantly, for a time, 

Brief, extended, long or short,

You couldn't have dreamt of,

For you were wide awake!

And in the very next moment,

A Fear gripped you, 

Accompanying a thought, 

Of insecurity,

Where no one was your near or dear,

No one knew you,

Nor you could hope, 

Support any,

As if you were left alone, 

Stick in a big ship,

Though you were safe, 

You didn't know,

Where you were being taken to, 

Instantly, Suddenly, but Casually.

And who were taking you where! 

A shiver rode up,

Ascending up your spine,

Insecurity of being,

Stepping into an unknown future,

Left you stunned, speechless.

And the recognition returned not!

Recognition of the past,

Imagination of a future,

For there was no mark of the two, 

To be seen or detected.

How long you were there, 

Hanging up in the middle, 

As if in a parachute,

You knew not!

The moment has passed,

Still the fear persists,

And you even don't know, 

What you were / are afraid of!

Life has been such a trauma,

A Calamity, Uncertainty,

You have to go through, 

Till death arrives!!

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In Your Wildest Dream!

P  O  E  T  R  Y 

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Lost irretrievably! 

Love lives but for a moment.

And the moment is timeless present.

Though it shines  momentarily

The moment is that passeth not.

What you remember is but the frame, 

When you see it has no limits,

And you say is boundless,

It's but a momentary thought, 

That soon passes away.

You can't recall the moment,

You can't remember the Love,

That was there but for the moment.

Then you keep longing for it,

You can never come across again.

You keep mourning after it 

You can never touch it again.

You can but cry aloud, 

Or may be silently, scream!

It returns not, never even 

In your wildest dream!

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Love Is Not Pink.

P O E T R Y 

~~ Nurseryrhymesforthegrownup ~~

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Love Is Not Rose,

Love Is Not Pink, 

So What Is Love? 

Let Me Just Think!

Love Is Trick, 

Love Is Prick,

Love Is Prank, 

Bleak And Blank!

Love Sinks Deep, 

Gets Deep Sank,

So That Is Love,

Let Me Thank!

Love Has No File,

Love Has No Rank, 

Love Is Empty,

Dry Water Tank!

Who Could Drown Thirsty?

Who Could Frown There?

In Love And As In War,

All Is Good, Fine And Fair!

Let Me Not Bank On Love,

Let Not Love Bank On Me, 

If The Love Is Not Blind,

See, Tell, Let Me Find!

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