Saturday, March 29, 2014

Damned Causes






Oh well; another one bites the dust. There seems to be a consensus in the mortuary. That once dead – you do not want to go back to being alive.
This torment; this pain which stings the heart. Oh Well another life passes by and we are all fools to have lived past our prime and into the grimace which inevitably follows.
There are so many damned causes that I cannot see past my pain anymore. There seems to be nothing which will make this go away. One life passes unto dust and another one follows like the deadly plague.
We are one; and blistered broken into a million reflecting pieces of glass poured unto the surface of the void – shifting and shaking like we were never one. Oh well ; there goes another damned causes into the gutter collecting fallen rain.
Refreshing sources of misery; another story goes awry and we know the end result. For the mortuary speaks so softly; It speaks so final and with finesse that we are forced to listen. We are bonded into the mortal cage; and then played around like puppets on a stage. Oh Well another damned cause which has no solution so speak of, and we all lay so silently… speaking so much in grace. There is no solution. No travel or peace which will restrain our brain to drain. And then another one bites the dust. The dual duel has beat us finally.
I pray; and so must you; There seems to be no introspection at bay. Everything has gone haywire and there is nothing which we are keeping within. We are all lacklustre torn and borne to bear this pain. Where will this end, I must answer – it has no end. A cycle unto itself with edges peaking in remorse and the hollow points keeping us in an illusion of safety and comfort. Oh well another damned cause has gone astray.
Sometimes I laugh looking outside – measuring my curiosity with the heightened sense of morbidity that courses through my veins. Waiting silently through this all; endless cycles and pain. For what gain? This game is lame. This is another damned cause waiting to repeat itself like a snake’s hood flaring up at the slightest twitching of our skin. Waiting to strike down fast and cause the venom to spread. Causing another life to end. Another motive to be lost and regained.

No damned causes for me or you my dear friend. There is never an end to this painful pin prick of a lifetime or m(any) like this. 

Peace


Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Earthly Samadhi

The earth my home – remains the spiritual cornerstone. There is no love here but what is given. There is only Babaji Nagaraja – The mahavatara and his infinite grace guiding and providing gentle grace and love.

The free will of man is a muth and the only way leading anywhere is to the mortal grave. This is what we all know and choose to forget. Is this what we were born for? For false adventure and lack of clarity.
No; this is never the way. The great gods of the sky have descended and shown what is to happen in the myth framework of time and space.
Sai Baba – the great lover and Sufi mystic who remains active from the localized Samadhi. Mataji – the powerful feminine force of life and love permeating all through space. The great siddha Boganatha and the rest who share this common collective Christ consciousness – all present through the presence of Babaji.
He looks upwards towards the eyes of shiva. His firm stance always in nirvikalpa Samadhi always a reminder of Vitthala – who comes down to protect his loving devotees.
He is the sweet lord of love indeed. Subtle force which permeates this fabrication of space time energy. I bow down over and over. I think of you and make my days and nights pass on by.
Till when will your powerful kriya keep us in misery. This misery which you wish for us to revel in and then leave; so that we may accept us. So we may love you forever.
Babaji sits resplendently on the ground filled with scented flowers and kusa plant. He sits and meditates on the heart of the void. The universe which makes the play so joyful in his presence. He repeats the ancient tirumular mantra of 51 Akshara’s. Na Ma Ci Va Ya and everything will forever get better.
This is his promise of life ever after, so what he laughs that we die and are reborn with least memory of what is going on. There is nothing we are not. There is nothing life will not offer – keep our trust in him and die without falter.
I have been feeling a lot calmer nowadays. I look at his face and everything in between falls in grace. There is no need to live and die, falter or fly. There is nothing like his addictive smile. His graceful eyes. And his soothing manifestations to keep us on the path. Towards solitude; embracing ever after life!

Peace and Love.

Dual nature