Silent Swan

Who are you?

I dreamt a shimmer of his glory
A burst in twilight night
All I know of his wondorous story
Is it begins in endless light

Praise

Oh Supreme Being whom is the Source of all Life

Whom is the changeless eternal reality
Peeking through the interwoven seams of everchanging conditions

By nearly taking this life
You have saved it

You threw me Saturn's ring
So I may cling and not drown
In the cesspool of polluted mind

You boiled my blood clean
Full of creeping critters of unwholesome desires

You tore apart my knees
So that not one further step could be taken
Into a precipice of immense misery

And all along this journey
You have twinkled through the eyes and hearts
of all friends, all nurses, all doctors,
all visitors visible and invisible
Reassuring and ensuring
That all is fine & right
So long as I am with you

I know you are with me

It is my pleasure to call you
And thank you
In the form of my beloved Guruji
Yogiraj Gurunath Siddhanath
And the Master of all Masters
Mahavatar Shiva Goraksha Babaji

Lifeing Wake

"This entire thing we're involved with called the world is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be"

     

"And I can learn to Love, and Make Love to the Paradox's that bug me, and on really romantic evenings of Self, I go Salsa dancing with my confusion"

         

"And didn't I mention? the ongoing WoW is happening Right Now"

Harsh Evidence

Courtesy of the ever graceful Pavi:

What sort of person says that he or she wants
to be polished and pure, then complains
about being handled roughly?
Love is a lawsuit where harsh evidence
must be brought in. To settle the case,
the judge must see evidence.
You're heard that every buried treasure
has a snake guarding it.
Kiss the snake to discover the treasure!
Don't run from those who scold,
and don't turn away from cleansing conflict,
or you will remain weak.
Let soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.

- Rumi

Darkness Approaches...

.                       Darkness approaches                                .

.                  Rain outside bathing Roses                            .

.                        Sipping Oolong tea                                   .

The Yogi

Excerpts from my Guru's poem "The Yogi"

Living in Calm and Solitude
Subduing body and his Mind
Within himself in gratitude
Ridding Desires of all Kind.

Neath Sylvan bowers in his Seat
Cool Stream flows by deerskin laid neat
This is the Yogi's true retreat
In meditation is his treat.

By Allakh Gorakhias mystic touch
Disease hunger not sleep assail
Yogis who rent mayas death veil
Are those who in khechari prevail

Deathless Yogi, fearless bold
Prana between the eyebrows hold
By kevali in Shivanetra be!
Oh death where is they victory?

In lotus posture yogi stay
Do sun-moon prana of night & day
Spinal breathing it is called
Victor of death be breath enthralled

He stands supreme beyond all dream
Of friend and foe alike
Success 'n failure, name and fame
To Him a mere dolls wedding game

In joy and sorrow light & dark
He ever that eternal spark
In honor and dishonor too
The constant yogi ever new!

Beholding self by Self supreme
Shattering the waking dream
Maya shall be put to flight
By those who in the Self delight

A Compassionate & healing light
A Hamsa in its splendid flight
Away oh darkness! Fly oh night!
The Yogi comes in radiant might.

Allak Niranjan Om Shiv Om!!
Allak Niranjan Om Shiv Om!!

Images of the Yogi's

Roots and Wings

I realized recently that I'm a tree and not a bird
I've got no wings but outstretched limbs reaching
on high where Guru-Sun resides and besides
I've got roots who sprout shoots that tenderly
draw sustenance in the cool darkness
in whose apparent gloom I receive all I need
to make rainbows bloom with fruit
falling freely off branches bowed in humility
to this most wonderous sight
this all nourishing light
take shade while you can
because as it gets to be night
bathed in lunar delight
I fold my leaves in silent prayer