A thousand and hundred questions;
A gazillion doubts and a
hundred more fears and a
billion more regrets;
Desires as many as stars in the sky.
All mixed together in colors that are dark;
Come out on the surface and express themselves
in a myriad ways –
- aloofness to discontent
- anger to rancor
- fearfulness to anxiety
- disenchantment to boredom
gnawing from within as the
fears, regrets, doubts and wants mix
themselves into a dangerous concoction.
All Inflammable’s carry a danger signboard
but there isn’t one for the mind carrying
this dangerous mix.
Ready to explode
at a moment’ notice
on an unsuspecting victim.
Where’ the Undo button and where’ the
At time like this,
the Wise One calls out.
Come spend a few days with me;
And let me show you the path
to handle your own mind and emotions
The concoction of poison you
have brewed of relentless thoughts
can be drunk and you can become
Holding hands gently
The Wise One leads
pointing you to 4 roads
- Silence and
Traverse, this path
And you will lose
All that you have
and when you have
become hollow and empty
you would have arrived
at the Destination.
You know not what the
destination is, but give in to the faith
and start the journey
with a bit of trepidation.
“Welcome Home” say’s the Reception
At the Ashram!
The guy at check in says sorry it’s either
A dorm this time or three-sharing.
The body had enough of dorms
And the mind says it is ok to pamper oneself!!
The road of Sadhana leads to Yagnashala
As one goes through the rigorous SuryaNamaskars
And gentle Padma-Sadhana’s you catch the eye
Of the stray dog who breaks his lazy siesta
Wow! What majesty and what grace!
Thousands of kilo’s of vegetables all to be chopped;
arranged neatly in colorful baskets;
with tens of folks at it almost the whole day
is lined up on the road to Seva.
The mind cribs at the task at hand
but gives in and disappears into the background
as one immerses into it. Something that
was unpleasant to begin with was now
something to be looked forward to everyday.
The most enchanting and scenic path was
The Road of Silence.
The deep and relaxing meditations and yet
the longing to hear the melodious chants
Of Asangoham, Asangoham stirring some
unplayed chords deep within.
The Silence, so satiating,
yet so short.
As the silence enveloped,
the meditations became deeper.
The play of mind became clearer;
The past comes rushing in
bringing with it memories;
pleasant and unpleasant.
The future not to be outdone comes
With its own set of demons.
Watching them, Intermingle, they take
You on a ride you wanted to get rid
of in the first place.
Muddying the tranquil lake,
Emotions in all hues come up.
And you watch for
there isn’t anything else to do.
And the reverie is broken
As the Wise One takes
you deeper and deeper
into the Ocean of Meditation
making you hollow and empty.
And without your notice, the mind becomes still
As if time stood still for a thousand years;
Beyond there, is a door – yet unopened.
I know not, what lies beyond.
But for sure, what emanates from there
is Peace, Joy, Love and Grace.
As a cloth dipped in color acquires its color
The mind suddenly catches onto
Unbridled Peace and Joy
That comes out in spontaneous
outpouring in the Satsang
the exuberance, the enthusiasm
the dance of gay abandon
catches you unaware.
This is the road of Satsang -
Hundreds turn up on the path
With their bundle of wants:
Some are happy with a glimpse;
some want a meeting;
Some a conversation;
some a look, a smile, and
some are happy with a
wave of hand from the Wise One and
He doesn’t disappoint.
As the chants of Rudram fill the VM
the early morning sun rushes in;
in a joyful dance to catch
The Lord of Universe
in deep meditation;
With its desire fulfilled,
it bursts out joyfully
in the sky
having seen the One – formless in a form -
Meditating on Himself!
The hundreds of others
The Wise One
Become One with Him
for a few minutes;
Only to be woken up
by a distant but
Melodious ring of
the small temple bell
end of the chanting.
The Wise One, Awake
bliss and joy
permeates the whole atmosphere.
The mind which was so restless,
edgy and impatient
suddenly seems to be dyed in
new colors – of tranquility and stillness.
Gone was the restlessness
the doubts and the questions.
The regrets and desires
had vanished into thin air.
The Wise One had kept his promise
As He walked away from the Puja
Waving at us all;
He had made us all Neelakanta’s.
Freeing us from the poison;
of our own making.