At The Edge

Jumping off, no, not yet, not ever. The plan is to Soar :|
Yes that is the plan then.

The God of Small Things ...

...a painter giving a shape to his feelings with his brush..or only being able to make an attempt to do so...for what he paints has no forms, no contours ..they are just that ..expressions...but they are not only on the outside..they come from deep within..from places he does not know exist till they do..from the deepest recesses an uprising...seeking a way out ..but there's no audience ,there never has been they're told..and now protesting ,fighting their way out in what seems to be an ugly duel...between the creator and his soon to be creation...and then it's split out onto the paper..leaving simmering stains behind ..that few understand and fewer enjoy..

The Sudarshan Kriya experience..

I am running... don't know where to.. leaving behind my footsteps on the sand.. into the wind that's blowing for me.. like a madman out of a jail.. I am grinning .. to the people passing me by.. with them and without them.. chuckling for reasons unknown to myself.. wanting to hug and kiss each one of them.. knowing that this thought also is a distraction from my current state ... letting go... I am flying .. with arms wide open and body outstretched .. elongating only to disappear into thin air ... being there and yet not .. like love ,I am living..
I ,am running .. don't know where to .. but I know I am getting there :)

To make love part two : Sudarshan Kriya

It is only when you completely surrender yourself  to somebody that you can liberate yourself. Liberation comes not from the realization of the ‘I’ but the realization of him in the ‘I’. For he resides in us all, and without connecting to him we are but a strand of broken hair, slaves to the whims of the air. But when connected with  him, the forces of time and space  seem only to be present  to keep us amused. Because in that one moment that we realize him the past and future disappear to bring to us the ‘present’. The present that seems to have always existed and would continue to do so. The linear shape of time contracts to a point and then this point extends to become a line again, unfolding across ages, births and lives. Such is the magic of Sudarshan kriya. Such is the grace of the lord.

 I have found that which I had been always been looking for and found it in a thing I always had(my breath). Thank you god for bringing me back to myself, for bringing me back to you. Jai Gurudev.

 

The one without a title

I walked the mountain ,strode by the river , I stared alone at starlit skies,
Of all the beauty i could see, I had seen it all in your small eyes..
I've been to god's places ,sat and meditated , was told of a feeling divine ,
you disturbed my peace of mind,you became my peace of mind..
I have seen it in movies,just before they kiss,
it is that pause ,that look on your face,you make me miss..
Heard the thump of the beats ,saw bodies meet ,swaying away into the night..
Like shadows fading into becoming us ,us who at the first time had gotten it right ..if only..
Well, then you've come and gone and come only for as long as a day..
And then you've never gone since that first time I'd say..
For being the first ,and the first forever ,
Thankyou and never say never ...

Silence..

I am the empty bubble in a comic strip,a scenery without the chirping of birds or the gushing of the river, the shock at the news of a loved one's death,the clarity of mind at an orgasm, the pause in a broken chain of thought, the noise which always there is and not ..I am silence..

Moksha

Moksha-sahaj anand ...thoughtlessness...time frozen in a moment...and still ticking forever...through the drum beats..the tapping feet...the flushed faces..the devil horned praises...through the babel...a silence...all pervading ...yet invisible..not to be spoken of...only experienced..by all...a voiceless chorus..which we all sing ...to celebrate the time of the celebration of a lifetime.