Shiva Divinity

 

Lo! The space craft all multi coloured descended, almost floating its way on earth’s gravity. The form changing vessel blew out fast moving light every which way.

The man, god or alien stepped out. Matted hair and locks. The hair was something like a wise antenna. It was a throne – mukut (in sanskrit) but made out of something organic – like roots – strong and expanding every where in space. The Jata dhari was collecting consciousness.

The mauni, The lover, The wise and beautiful dancer. He embraced the trees as if they were his own. He climbed them and sat under them for ages as if he was lost amidst this wild and beautiful scenery of earthly life.

He ingested what was beneath his feet – the mushrooms and roots. He smoked what was growing wild and dangerous. His care none. His love unparalleled. He walked ever so carefully and yet so care free! How could he not be loved.

He was an alien, and he made this his home. He sat in meditation and the animals and plants were amazed. This ancient timeless force in between them, and they too grew so aware! They took his beautiful innocent wisdom and transmitted them beneath through their own jatas – roots, and they too became silent resplendent and non violent like shiva; the master of life (and death)

Bhola natha – he came upon the water and ocean, the beautiful green and icy mountains. He made all of them his lover and his power. He was verily the power holder. The vessel in which power and beauty got a name, got a sense of itself. This is the power of consciousness. And bhola was no fool (yet he was such an innocent loving fool!)

Lover of wild, he saw death and admired it. He loved the fire; blew his ashes on it. Burnt his body and saw this existence without eyes. Meditating in the stillness of night skies. With nature guarding, Bhola was too human was our kind. Agni hotri and lover of transcendence. Loving playing this human game in divine colors.

Sitting next to the ancient rocks of this planet – moulded by the heat from inside, he blessed the earth for this was what was inside bhola too – moulding the power of his own blessed being – he was playing with her, making love to her. making her his wife, mother, divine consort. Ending his alone ness; bathing his and her self in divine soma. Divine soma flowing every which way like his blessed self.

Na Ma Ci Va Ya you are the father, you are the lover. You are the stone linga on which energy percolates. It makes you the master. Makes you the fire. Makes you ice cold to earthly desire!

What in heaven’s name has gone wrong. The tribal master residing still in stillness here and now, disappearing with will and appearing to those who love existence true as himself. He makes them merge into his heart. his conscious divine will, makes the ego ponder and see true bliss before annihilating

Pray to the inner sanctum, where shiva is moulding fire and day. He is creeping our kundalini towards his pull. This alien master so sublime, came down from heavens to show us how it is to be alive!

Master of death, master of life, Pray to you endless times. Pray for prosperity and growth of life. With death it comes a full circle, communion with the father –who rules over samsara and time (Maha Kala!)

Love and Peace

Choices

 

The place where it begins – where there is no need or want really. There is freedom to exist alive in matrix. With wise choices.

I choose to dip my head in deep cleansing cool water. Fresh and pure with the ability to nurture life and see reflections on its surface. The depths hold so much treasure. Living with wonder next to clean water, bathing in pools of hot water. Cleansing my pores and my inner workings. Mind relieved and soul re lived.

I choose to open my eyes, look at the night sky devoid of anything but the loving moon and its friends – the burning embers stars and suns – throwing out dark matter and light radiation at the eyes which are willing to receive it. (by the way we seeing color is the greatest gift of being human)

I choose to walk bare foot, feeling the earth – entwined with its deep connections and roots. The neural networks of the trees everywhere – connecting with the neural pathways of my mind. They teach me about the pathways that make sense. My ego reality going away and in a lifetime – the dawn of the greater mind (for lack of true words to explain)

I choose to beg for love, I choose my tears to redeem my puny self. Love will envelope the core. It is after all the core. The explanations would be left to wonder for themselves. As the beloved removes the veils one at a time. Making me hysterical and blind in love. Opening my eyes, making my heart overwhelmed. Making one to make love to itself, in passion heat and embraces. What more could choices be used for?

I choose to make my death grand, my life a union and communion with everything here and now. My brain splitting open and the energy there in come forth. Showing itself in true glory…. We are all bound to this. We are here cause of the choices we have made. Our lives to be felt and re felt. Learnt the hard way and with emotions. To make our grand life a deep sincere devotion to this existence. Of the one without name and form. Without an iota of understanding of itself. Of the myriad lifes that have been here and now. Of the matter and energy. There is a symbolic representation – this and that – of the grand end, renewal and re birth!

The choice I make within my head, makes my days and night – hence I choose very carefully and in silence – with deep reverence towards everything which is here and not. The void speaks finally through the choices which we all make – as a collective tribe, there is nothing as splendorous as this (even in our imagination of heaven and satisfaction)

I choose to marry to my own deep divinity. I am like a creeper towards the unknown. Observing now so heavy and delirious. I choose to merge and submerge to my own path breaking pointless and sublime end.

Peace

Nature’s Word

 

We have stopped talking, interacting and communing with nature – in fact – the people who now live in urban cities across the world – have started witnessing nature as something far away, something un comfortable than their day to day routine, and somehow alien to their lives.

Nature has protruded into everything we are; after all we are a part of nature – we eat from her, drink and sleep on her. Walk and swim across her length and breadth, wear clothes and get high on her products. Our life is still at her mercy, yet due to the lack of open visibility we see (thanks to all the packed consumer products that have infiltrated), we do not even have an ounce of time to examine her with curiosity or awe.

Nature is boring to the freaks with game pads, cars and the lot. It is not worth the effort which we put in and for what? The same tree, the same sunset? For a matter of fact, nature never ever replicates two moments in time, every sunset and tree are individualistic – just like all of us. The beauty is to see this diversity, respect it and nurture it. Nature again does not ask this of us, but when one spends time in solitude surrounded by this world’s natural wonders – then somehow one realizes that there is no other way to exist in the first place.

To humbly request space and moments from her, eat and sleep on her. Let time pass till we die mortally and become again once a truer part of her grand scheme, I realize that our time is short and running and we are spending all the time in wrong efforts, even if we are eco-conscious – we must realize that nature really does not need us – until we need her. and then it becomes a beautiful symbiotic relationship.

Nature’s word are silent and humble, everything born from dark matter and energy and it must return to it, the living ecosystem is fragile and indeed a miracle to behold. More astonishing that the games and movies which we frivolously spend our precious time on. If we do not need nature, nature really does not need us and I for a fact know that we depend our hearts out on nature for our existence as we know it. Though we are sitting now atop high rises, they hold no meaning if the ground beneath them gives way and swallows this entire causation at a go. Gaia is living and breathing and as ancient as we can recollect. It is our imperative to live again amongst her, spend as much time watching and recollecting memories of a collective union of souls. Of no time and such, amidst her its always possible and encouraged.

nature spreads her word in peace, harmony and synchronicity. Not like us mortals who plunder rape and destroy her mindlessly. it is the most advanced life form known till date, and we purposefully in some sort of rage use her without even the conviction to thank her once. I well, thank her in all the forms she shows herself, in babies and little butterflies, greenery and water bodies. The night sky and the beautiful ruins of the past civilization. All is the collective entity sitting on this beautiful rock near the sun, all before it gets burnt up one fine day.

It is high time to change our thought and heart towards the simplest things around us – things which are actually the word of nature coming to the fore. We can learn, unlearn our neurotic existence and un do what all conditioning this world has done to us. It is a true time for some to start afresh, like babies in the garden of heaven. Sitting and eating the humble fruit of knowledge and love.

Take love and peace into the forest, and you shall return back manifold blessed.

Peace and Love.

Flesh To Bone

The cleaver sharp as your Intellect as well as I's.
Climbs behind the nature of facade, tearing it ripping it apart. The dream scenery of perfect solace illusion is finally cut open and left to infect its own being.

The cleaver which is burning through your skull as well as mine. It is cutting (do we not see?) deeper than flesh. Inside the bone, changing the structure of inanimate to animate (and vice versa). Changing life and death and rebirth and horrible cries (of separation).

Flesh and bone are your god, your soul image of your self, so naive it is to see upon the mirror - which you can never ever see for yourself (in whole!). This is the clearest state of maya. Of something hidden where there is nothing to hide!

I have seen redemption of myself, it is glass and stone. Which will break my mould - re mould me and destroy my agony. Please me sense-lessly and bring upon my quick end in fervor. I have seen redemption cut down the lives of so many - right down to flesh and bone - re creating what was is to be the blossoming of our inner fragrance. Our beautiful hole (in the whole) of universal soul.

I cuts down its self. It breaks the boundaries which it built in the first place to remain in control. I shuns the need and want of experience and indeed thirsts nay burns itself for its greater good! This is what has to happen when you mix your liquor and your insatiable curse of a thirst for more.

Why or whom will come and save you when the day comes about - when you are no longer to exist and no longer in doubt? When will you save yourself by (voluntarily) giving up your self? Who will give you salvation when there is no one left at all.

I have left my senses abroad, given them up for a dime cause well its worth not more. You should do the same. Make it perfect and sound; make it rising up to the shrine - your throne.

Love and Peace

Peace Hand Shake

 

This came to me while I was sitting next to a lake; just seeing reflections. The hand shake which we currently employ to greet each other without violent human confrontation (as supposed primitive humanoids used to do); is still without any give and take, we meet supposedly on equal grounds yet when we have our first sense of physical contact (with another life which we consider almost equal) is based on a grip fight.

Wouldn’t a better option would be to exchange what one’s hands carry at the time when you meet another, so you walking and meet a person you know or want to and just go up to them and give what is in your hands – or in your vicinity. So in this way a small exchange creates a symbiotic relationship with all you meet, you can exchange smokes or drinks or condoms or music or books or pills or what not. You are free to give a rose or a rock, anything of value or not. But an exchange to show respect to another life form – is this not what we do when we feed animals or water plants, but we consider doing this amongst us humans as not worth the time (for the deals are bigger grander and more impactful – a pack of lies and shit almost all the time).

We can start with the ground root level – meeting and interacting as if we choose to and are not forced to. Is this wrong in any which way – yet we employ this only in certain pre destined spheres of our lives (our friend circles/fuck buddies aka girl/boy friends and what not else).

So we do not need people to be happy yet we choose to be with them as they do, there is a subtle difference and when this intent becomes deadly serious and fun in the hearts – learnt and un learnt – then we cannot fail to do a peace hand shake at the least – if not a full blown loving hug to whomsoever we would like to be with – in all spheres of our lives – spiritual/professional/solitude and where else …..

I chuckled when I thought of this. Hopefully will start an internal revolution with intent to collectively become one! As if there was ever any other choice. (Another chuckle lol)

Peace

Nuclear Winter Flying

 

The birds are following their migratory patterns again this year. They are flying in patterns so noticeable and keen, they are beautiful serene.

They start from Russia, bleeding earth dry in the winter blind white sky. Nuclear waste protruding from inside the buried earth, the earth which has now bled enough of this human intrusion and has to vomit it back into the human existence void. The birds sit next to broken open cans of left overs of nuclear prophecies. Which have been brought about in the name of human survival and innovation. The birds look gaunt and dry, withering shy. They are yes of course fucking ready to die. They fly, nothing else but fly. This nuclear winter bleeding the sky red.

They migrate to the deserts now filled with fumes, people surviving amidst dense glass structures with temperature control, fuelling and filling the left over atmosphere  with grand holes, blistering heat coming again with fury like never before, creating deserts out of this green planet. A new biological nuclear winter burning a hole in everything which has been created. Darkness and nuclear winter for sure. Maybe after the sun has eaten this rock of a planet whole.

The birds do not fail in finding oasis’, there are so many – the litter and putrid filth of human consumption, like never ever before. It is so disgusting and the birds – maybe egrets or geese or maybe a divine swan sit silently and gulp up our garbage none the less, while we smile laugh and fart our fucking soul.

The birds come down to near the equator – they find solace amidst a billion other lost souls – maybe they were just in the guise of humans or something way more vile. Something soul less  - life less quenching its machine of something by any which way it can. Not by anything which can ever fucking bring respite

The birds sit next to human filth, plastic and inorganic chemicals – seeping through the soil and to the ground water – polluting the entire crust of the earth and also everything like these birds which feed from it. Every single moment of their lives – perhaps just like us, maybe a lot less like us?

The birds now are high on human shit, there is no better way of putting it. Everything seems to love it – from the terrestrial animals to the aquatic marine life, everything lapping our shit to their intestines. Keeping the sorrow and hate which we have the intent only to create into this earth’s bowls.

Nuclear winters so mellow, amidst a yellow burnt sky – where the sun peers burning through amidst rock and fume of human hollowness. The soul less machine creating the prime intent always in mind – self ish profit at the cost of its own self?

And the nuclear winter is sure to repeat many a time, while this stupid primate sits on the throne of the silent masters – trees and the rocks. The birth of heat from inside and from the sun – burning through another failed attempt at a civilization and so soon yet?

The birds and their failed attempts to migrate to somewhere less cold has finally been rewarded. What a sexy cause

Peace and Re Birth

Slow Down

(The way up a hill/a path/towards heaven is always by slowing down!)


I have spent some time in HK, where I used to live close to a hillock (upper wanchai area). The place is one of the most serene locals I have seen till date, relatively posh and hence free of the hustle bustle market streets which HK is generally known for. 

The way up to the hillock used to be from real close to my apartments, and hence I would on a daily basis see tons of old folks climbing up and coming down. I myself over time spent many a day walking up this hillock (and its really worth it). The climb up is one of the steepest I have seen in my life - for a walkers route. Its at least at a 60 degree angle up hill all the way to the summit. 
The hillock at the top is intertwined and interlinked with all the other hillocks around that area, and hence a path is made for walkers to walk in divine quietness midst peaceful greenery. The place used to be indescribable to say the least. 

But what used to strike me even more awe filled was the way that these old folks used to walk up all the way in one go, I was around 10+ and full of energy and I used to walk and stop and almost die in the process; It used to take me as much if not more time to walk up - than these old people (who would on an average look like they were 60 - none would know their real age of course). 
So now I am a big fan of walking - for many years on; I like the pace at which I can travel and see surroundings and also give some thought to my inner being so as to speak - and while I was walking the other day at night (thats generally when I walk around my neighboring areas - to find a new direction so as to say) and this beautiful imagery of these old folks walking up struck me. And I understood something finally

I must also mention - I am a very quick walker at worst, and find my way generally with ease and speed; but in recent times - I have deliberately started walking at a measured pace with a poised gait; which will help me relax forcefully while walking lol. 
So this forced slowness was the same thing which these chinese old folk were doing when they were climbing up this steep un-climbable sort of hill. They were doing an initial forced measure - which will slow down their mind and the body - followed by a sense of meditative ness - which would remove the distractions the mind would create due to the artificial slow ness induced. 
This is generally achieved via breadth control as well. You can control the pace at which you breathe and this would affect every other part of the organizam. 

What is the effect of inducing such an artificial slowness; well for one you can easily climb fucking tall mountains! This kind of tai-chi/prana/hatha techniques are very easy to know and very difficult to practice and once conquered - extremely beneficial in all sense possible!
The slowing down of breath or pace at which one goes about their walk or thoughts or words or everything, creates a sense of space in our minds, the minds relax - free from one imposing thought over another all the time. Creating lower frequency waves - emanating from the mind - theta waves - which create the will to take over (as it is), but not shrouded by blinding and confusing mind thoughts. Creating splendor of being as it is said - extraordinary fitness for the body and longevity, extremely young and naive mind - capable of multiple processes and perceptions possible. A strong Heart which will stand through any perceived adversities and always provide inclusiveness - all this by changing the way one walks? I would have to say yes here. 
Many people across the world, now practice walking and dancing meditations - slow and sure, the motor activity is so strong - that it takes over the entire activity and the brain does not have to provide any cognitive inputs - it is not imagining here anymore (though that is what practically and most probably takes place), but imagination too shall take a break given practice - and then the mind itself becomes awakened while being subdued. Again a cool dichotomy but a fact. These are the effects which I have encountered while doing a measured walk with a poised gait. Gait creates the sense of attention - and where it is being directed. If its wayward gait, then the energy too shall not be stable and shall dissipate, otherwise if the gait is kept strong - which only the individual will be able to realize - then the walk becomes empowering and meditative, providing kind of limitless energy for realizing tasks. 

But this is enough non-sense for now, the fact remains that till date I do not believe I have met anyone who would be as strong with stamina as to climb the hill like the myriad old people from HK used to (the youth used to stop and walk just like me - everyone except some really old people could not climb the hillock at one go~!). Their never stopping and never giving up attention gait and walk was something which our generation (the current one), has never learnt; had the inclination to learn and most probably never learn cause now we do not get the opportunity to walk! 
I still try to walk as much as I can, cause I have experienced its direct benefits - its sense of slowing down - creates a greater harmony within the body and mind and more peace definitely any which day. 

Peace