The phenomenon of a bamboo

These last few weeks have been quite phenomenal. 4 back to back classes - Trivandrum, Bangalore, Pune and Mumbai. The phenomenon is actually what happened on the Sundays. In each of these places, people were exploded in to such profound experiences.

Had shared this on FB last week:

How does the bamboo feel after a beautiful flute piece has been played on it?

Not sure... may be it feels fortunate... may be it realizes how inspite of it being dumb, still phenomenal things can happen through it... may be it feels in Grace...

Being a witness to the phenomena that is happening these last 3 Sundays, especially today, am feeling speechless! THIS, is truly touching lives.

Today what I felt was a deep emptiness... a very profound phenomenon was unfolding right in front of my eyes that I was speechless, emotionless... void. As empty as a flute, now music can play... Nothing but to bow down to the phenomenon and take the sub-seat and allow things to happen. One must truly be fortunate to be in the place that has been bestowed... Any amount of property, gadgetry, social security or any damn thing, cannot even come close to what I've been witnessing these days.

In gratitude... In Grace...

Life of Me

An apparition out of nowhere

And a week's love affair...

Change the lives, like a charm

Rob them all, hearts in arm

Songs and laughter

Many a tune

All but, a cunning lure...

Beneath the saffron

Hides the Maestro

Who drives this pied-piper...

All songs and charms

A puppet's play

The life of me

A pseudo pied piper...

 

The routine life

This week, surprisingly not much activity and I found a machine with net connection handy... With some time to spend with old friends (online of course)...

What I realized after sometime was that the "routine" life somewhere seems to be lacking in something... an inexplicable emptiness that any number of dollars or properties or relationships or anything can fill in. It looks like one mad race, towards what, nobody knows. I'm not saying it is devoid of happiness or fun or cherish-able moments, there are moments, but in the larger perspective, it seems like one monotonous drone. After a few years, it may all seem one meaningless doodle.

In my limited understanding, what makes the difference is the context in which you go through life. The content doesn't matter. When there's a tinge of spirituality constantly in the tongue, the taste of life differs and it makes all the difference. As Sadhguru says, if you are in touch with the source of creation on a daily basis, then life is very very very very different. So true...

For me, spirituality came when I started work. Till then it was youthful energy pushing me in a variety of directions. After that, I feel it has been a rich colorful canvass, no longer a doodle. Somewhere I feel, looking at all my friends, that for many of them, life is happening on the surface, very superficially, which leaves a little complicated happy-n-sad taste in me... in a way empathy, how much they are missing out on life... in a way relief, that my life would have been no different but for the miraculous ways of Life's shower of grace...

At the end of the day, everyone wants to lead their life by their choices. I made my choice. Your choice is in your hands...

The dynamic ways of Life...
And its uncertainties,
The only surety.

Unmindful of the capriciousness that life is,
The foolish life squanders away.
And when reality knocks,
Bewildered and crying, exits.

The watchful one,
Can't miss the touch of Thy Hand...
One look from the corner of your Eyes...
The same source of suffering
Now, is the source of freedom.

Shambho.

Ways of Life...

Hate and love,
Success and failure,
This and that,
All that's sought after...
None of these matter,
When the next inhalation fails...

மெய் அறியா அறியாமையில்,
பொய்யான மெய்யில் ,
சிக்குற்ற எந்தன்,
கட்டுக்களை அறுக்கும்,
அறக்கட்டளை என்று வருமோ...
அன்று பித்தம் களைந்து,
சித்தம் தெளிந்து,
பித்தனும் ஆவான் சித்தனே...

The game of hide and seek...

புல் அரும்பாகட்டும்
மலையின் முகட்டாகட்டும்
பிழம்பாகட்டும் பனியாகட்டும்
...எதுவாகட்டும்...
படைத்த ஒவ்வொன்றிலும்
உன்னை ஊற்றி ஊற்றிப்
படைத்து என் கண்ணில் இருந்து
மட்டும் ஒளிந்து விளையாடும்
விளையாட்டும் உன் திருவிளையாடலோ...
இந்தத் திருவிளையாட்டிலே என்றேனும்,
தன் திரு ஆடலை காண மாட்டேனோ...
கரை சேர மாட்டேனோ...
அப்பனே...

The "Truth" stories

Stories in hundreds
Colorful, magnificent and fantastic...
Verses in thousands
Extolling, melting and dissolving...
And fantastic too...
Were just "fantastic" stories
Once...
But not anymore...
As they begin
To mock at my existence
And its ignorance
With nothing at disposal
But for the breath,
Now I sit,
Simply watching...
In...
Out...
In...
Out...
In...
Out...

Andha oru naal...

அந்த ஒரு நாள்...

இன்னல்கள் பல கொண்டு
வினைகள் பலவற்றில் சிக்குண்டு
தவித்துக்கொண்டிருந்த இவ்வுயிரை
உன் கல்லையே கரைக்கும் கருணையால்
அனைத்தையும் உருக்கும் உன் புன்னகையால்
அரவணைத்து அனைத்திலிருந்தும் விடுவித்தாயே
என் அப்பனே, மாயக்கண்ணனே...

Eye and I

Like the Eye
That can see everything
But itself...
So am I.

Pain

Hurts more
Than the filth of the mind,
Hurts more
Than the urges of the body,
Hurts more
Everything that is me,
Hurts more
With each day...
The pain of ignorance.

Mansion

Here I am,
In a new mansion of my own,
Breathing fresh air,
Through windows five,
Alone I am,
Happily in the world of my own...

Here I am,
In the old mansion of my own,
Breathing filthy air,
Through the same windows five...
Bear can't I, the golden fetters, the slave in the mansion...
Want I to break open the walls, Into the world unknown...

End game

விளையாட்டாய் அறியாமல் சீண்டினேன்
தாண்டவம் ஆடி வந்தவன்
அழிக்காமல் விடுவானோ என்னை
தானாக்கி அழியாமல் இருப்பானோ...