Friday, November 12, 2010

In memory of my plumber

In memory of my plumber
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the silence exploded, in silence,
drowning my plumber in it's gush
my tear glands torn beyond repair
jettisoning me forever into the now
the chain of my weights snapped
day and night a black and white frame
hung upside down somewhere, a ray of
fresh breath took me away in its sway,
a drama in a piece of paper floated
away into the ray waking me up into my
last dream which said I am the dream.
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About this poem:
silence, the launching pad inward.

The ' SELF ' as my ' I '

The  ' SELF '   as my   ' I '

Light at its subtle most level is consciousness or awareness which forms the substratum for the beginning less endless cosmos. The creation starting from this base is a projection or a vision of matter extending from zero density to the grossest manifestation outward.

The all embracing awareness which is truth, power, light, consciousness, god and the ocean of compassion is knowledge which can take any form it chooses, create and destroy anything it wants as per the code of conduct that has given meaning to it.

It can create matter with form and name and remain as its axis, the centre of gravity or the force which commands its movements and actions based on the principles of truth.

Man looks upon his body as his identity because of ignorance. The body is inert matter which does not have its own source of power. Its centre of gravity or the inner force which is the Self that controls it’s every action fills this body with its subtle energy like the hand in a glove. It finds a way to merge the misplaced identity called the mind with itself and thus makes the ignorance disappear and shines itself as the master of its creation.

So far so good and whatever has been penned above was necessitated to draw the attention of the seeker to the universal life force which abides as the Self in every individual as his original identity and to give him a hint that mind is only a collection of thoughts and an imagined entity which disappears when searched for.

The thoughts circumvent the ‘I’ thought like in a whirlpool where the ‘I’ thought forms the centre of gravity which sucks in the multitude of circumventing thoughts and make them disappear into its vortex.

Bhagavan very clearly says “concentrate and hold on to the ‘I’ thought and watch the mind becoming silent.” One gets his first vision of the blissful inner silence. By untiring
Practice one starts acquiring enough strength to remain constantly in silence for longer stretches of silence and finally abide in silence without outward disturbances.

Thus Self Enquiry helps one focus inward towards silence and the Self which opens up the gateway to one’s inner voyage to meaning, permanence and the Heart.


The Self is one’s guru or master, the ocean of compassion which comes to the seeker of truth naturally to help him retrieve his original identity. Its divine ways are mysterious. It is said that the guru or master comes half the way to meet his disciple who goes out to seek him in his hours of doubt.
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