The Cosmic Breath

That gentle cyclical breath
set to the cosmic rhythm
takes me deep within –
in the ocean of nothingness

Time loses its meaning
and a stillness so pure
engulfs me;
In those fleeting moments
of eternity; the breath
gently caresses my Soul;

It’s a different world
still, calm, silent and tranquil
just a breath away from all
the cacophony of this world;

Pure, Unalloyed and Divine –
An unfathomable nothingness
and I so ache to bathe in it,
again and again!

02/March/2017:: With a hundred things happening simultaneously in life, I did today’s Sudarshan Kriya with gratitude, devotion, and awareness of every single breath! What a magnificent blessing it has been to receive such an awesome gift!

The Sankranti Bonfire

The lone
North Star
shimmered even more
brighter;
as it watched
The Mystical One
light a fire
of Consciousness
that devoured
all the thoughts
and minds
of the thousands of ones
who meditated with Him
in the dark, chilly
winter night!

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A Fabric of Love and Devotion!

Gita, 12th chapter

Gita, 12th chapter

In my reading of The Gita, I keep going back again and again to chapter 12. 20 short shlokas laying the foundation for Bhakti Yoga. I am so looking forward to hear Guruji talk about “Madbhatka sa me priye”. For those who haven’t yet read The Gita, this is right after Sri Krishna has given Arjuna a vision of his Cosmic Form. A terrified Arjuna requests Sri Krishna to resume his gentle form. Overwhelmed, overawed, yet intoxicated with longing, Arjuna asks Sri Krishna the path to Unity. Sri Krishna then enumerates the One whom He loves.

Twenty short verses enough to rekindle the Devotion and Love. Reading it is one thing experiencing it another!

That spark of
Love and Devotion
ignited by the One
with a gentle smile
and deeply penetrating
eyes is now
a raging inferno
that I don’t want to be
put off!

Unbridled joy
that springs up
in His presence;
the ache and
the longing
when away;

Tears of gratitude
that swell up
for no reason at all,
tears of anger too
of expectations unmet;

The expanded space
of deep silence and stillness
where He holds us all;

The mystical Kriya gently
pointing to the One within;

The presence that
stays constantly
in the background;

The mystical fragrance
of sandalwood
that breezes in at
unlikeliest of places;

The unmerited grace
overlooking defects
embracing me
again and again;

A thousand such
experiences all
forgotten in no time;

Yet, the Love flows,
like a river,
unabatedly,
refreshing all
that care to take a dip!

And this is what I think it is!

All of us,
yes, every one of us,
a thread each in this
vast fabric of love,
each one of us
dyed with our
own hues of Devotion!

Weaved and Stiched together
by the One who knows,
what it takes to weave
A fabric of
Love and Devotion!

Those 40 verses

 

Jai Hanuman

Thanks to Alok Kejriwal for sharing this beautiful pic

 

The 40 verses ~
enumerating
wisdom, courage,
strength, commitment,
love, devotion
and service;

 

The 40 verses –
My companion
as I grew up;
chanted at a rapid pace –
with words eating into each other –
mostly at nights
to drive away the
demons and ghosts
that
lay below the bed and
out there in the dark!

 

The 40 verses –
a daily ritual of chanting
somehow became a
weekly
remembered
only on Saturdays.

 

And then, somehow
Those 40 verses;
disappeared
in the labyrinths of my subconscious;
remembered occasionally
falteringly, embarrassingly
going back and starting all over;

 

As we passed them down
to the kids;
those 40 verses reappeared
back in our lives.

 

Afresh, anew
enthused with simplicity
and deep devotion;
no longer a mechanical chant;
but a call that resonates
deep within the heart;
every word and every verse
reverberating and pulsating
with unbounded energy;
taking me deep within
my consciousness
to uncover that the same qualities
of Courage, Commitment,
Devotion, Love and Service
pulsate within Me too!

 

With love, reverence
and devotion,
I pray to the One
who is the most devoted
disciple of Shri Rama
asking for:
Grace,
Strength,
Courage
and Love
to Serve
My Master with
the same Love
and Devotion
as He served His!

The Churning of Mind

Like ocean waves
lashing
one after the other
in a relentless cycle;
the umpteen thoughts
rush in
churning the mind;


A storm brews
within;


The cycles of Sadhana
doesn’t abate
the storm;
as the mind
refuses to sit still
for a moment.


I offer them all
to the One who sits unmoved;


I guess,


“For the Neelakant too, this
is a task too difficult – swallowing poison
that this mind churns daily;”


For the One, who accepts
all that is offered to Him,
why didn’t the blue
turn a shade darker?


For the One, who accepts
all that is offered to Him,
why did He refuse
the offering?


For the One, who accepts
all that is offered to Him,
is this, worse than what He drank?


5.12.2016 | Poem after Padmasadhana, Kriya
Chantings: Rudra Puja

The Presence.

The unmistakable presence,
invisible to the naked eye;
sweet, fragrant, joyful;
waits patiently as it has
since a thousand years!

Worries, fears, anxiety,
insecurity, jealousy, anger
and gazillion other
stuff
so too the nitty-gritty
of the world
blocks it out.

Sit. Wait. Observe.

Be still and let the
silence and stillness
wrap you in its cocoon;
taking you in a journey
deep within your heart;
there arises a faint flutter;
– a hazy remembrance
of the Presence;
eternally pulsating energy
joyful, delectable, enticing
and rapturous….

…waiting with a longing
much deeper than yours
since eons
for you
to remember it!

Now, who swiped off that Cross Pen?

 

Hundreds of them

some branded

lots of cheap ones

lay scattered all

over the house

all within an

arms reach for

years to jot

down thoughts

sign off bills &

courier receipts,

poke the tightly

sealed envelopes open

and

for a hundred

other random things

 

Then,

one by one

they started

disappearing.

First from the

writing table

and then all

the one’s that

were in sight

and finally even

the one’s that

lay quietly  hidden

for years in

nooks and corners

far away from

visible eyes.

Guess what?

Even the one’s

that were in

drawers were

not spared.

 

Neither reasoning

nor explaining

nor cajoling

or even threats

seems to have

any effect.

 

I am now resigned

to the fact that

I have three pen

lovers at home

who I guess eat

them for lunch

at school and

The High Court.

 

Thank you

@Meena, @Tanvi

and @Sreesh

for emptying the

riches accumulated

over years

 

Now who

swiped off that

Cross Pen?