Burning Desire

Wild thoughts engross the weaker mind,
Fight against and provide resistance,
Let thee be blessed by the ultimate intervention ;
For that is the only power to rely upon.
Rewarded will thee be, if thy aspiration persists.

Obstacles come and go,
Dissipation the motive, bringing down the silence,
Aspiration the antidote, to cure the morose.
Hang on and thee shall be spoken to.

Chant the name, the name that you love,
For every name bears the mark of the supreme,
Realize the identity in every entity,
For that is the stepping stone to the truth.

Analysis of the complex and the reason eludes,
But persist and thee shall see the true image;
Walk, without sleep and everything will fall into place,
And thee shall reach the point of no haze.

Aspiration implodes

Fear is realization of ignorance;
Relight the fire of knowledge,
Burn it with thy aspiration,
Cream it with thy inner intuition
and ye shall be free of the monster forever.

Concentrate thy senses and focus in thy mind,
Pour the emotions in an unbroken stream
Upon the path to realization of the inner self,
he who he is and he is not everywhere,

Silence burns its way,
Pay attention and give more silence as food,
The agni shall rise and enlighten the day
Feel the truth that everything happens for good.

Pray to thee who is formless and yet has the perfect form,
Adore thee who is the self and the shadow,
Aspire for thee who has always lived and yet never aged,
Surrender thyself to the ultimate, a part of thyself too.

Without Aspiration wretched is thy soul, this decaying self ;
Meditation purifies Aspiration,
Silence pours ghee and supplies vigour to meditation ;
Without Aspiration silence means nothing.

Depth of the heart

It is so very confusing trying to figure out the subtle difference between the mind and the heart. The mind is so very egoistic, morphed by facades, has burnt beleives unlike the heart which knows not of any such morosities and is pure in its intentions to the depth. It is like a bottomless abyss, a never ending container that expands itself according to its content. Anything pure from the heart is boundless, expecting nothing in return which is quite opposite to the ways of the mind.

Sometime back, i ended up in a discussion with a friend on ‘liking’ and ‘obsession’. Like a repeated folklore story, my mental model didn’t seem to fit theirs and theirs to mine as before. It was like a puzzle but of course such intricacies of the heart are moulded by the personality and so i consoled myself that there is nothing here to ponder. The thought hidden, has been eating away my patience silently, for quite some time until the ever dissipating ‘anger’ showed up from nowhere to inform me that the thought was matured. I started pondering on it again and it was just a flash, an image pretty descriptive and yet cryptic as ever, showed up before my inner eye to explain such a makeup of the mind.

The image was about a heart shaped entity dissected in the middle and with different layers of stuffs covering over it. It seemed very much like layers of metals covering or rather protecting something delicate which can easily be affected. It was precisely like layers of iron covering the core made up of cotton. So the desire, the emotion, the feelings, the longings which are all basically different forms of heat, have to penetrate the outer strong layer to touch the deeper one. And once it finds its way, or in other words when the emotion becomes so intense that it can touch the cotton, then cotton will go on a fire, on a rage in effect of the emotion. The longing of the mind will join hands with the burning heat provided by the heart, amplifying the result such that desperation creeps in.

I have come to realise that i see no difference between ‘liking’ and ‘obsession’. It may mean that i am weak and the single layer of iron will fall for every emotion, giving way to burn the cotton for every silly desire, amplifying it as obsession unlike others for whom the gradient of protection prevents such a thing and hence the variation in liking is evident. It also seemed to answer why i have boundless energy inspite of my paltry food supplies, less water, but spend lots of my heat in doing things that i am obsessed with. The cotton keeps burning, not leaving the mind at rest, the underlying flame keeps the body moving, pushing it farther and farther, not realising that the bag shall tear beyong a certain threshold, not withstanding the heat it has to handle.

Oh thee dark one, Oh lord of ashes, Ye who haunts my dreams,
Take my heat, supply me with pure aspiration,
Burn my desire once and for all
Bless me with peace and calm this swelling heart.

Fear in the Flesh

Fear is the greatest enemy of the aspiring soul, the power which will obstruct the purification of the self from comprehending the ultimate truth.

Shun thy fear and rise up from the abyss,
Fear not anyone or anything but realise,
The ultimate truth that we bear the same identity is concealed,
Aspire to see it and it shall reveal itself.

The fear of entities in specific is baseless which can be easily overcome. This is the result of the mind not exposed to the entity and the formation of the mental barrier from seeing the identical self, the reflection. This is one of the types of fear.

The other fear is the fear of abstract things or the fear of the unknown. Thee who fears not anything shall have fear about the unknown, the abstract, the imperceptible, the incomprehensible, something which does not seem to have an answer. Overcoming this fear needs the self to push itself and make the mind understand that everything is an impersonation of the divine and that all living or dead, with form or without, bears his mark. The mental gnosis is not enough but the realisation needs to happen.

Fear of thyself is the worst among all of the fears. It is the fear of unpredictability of the self, since the mind and the heart are not in sync, the mind is eaten away by distorted thoughts, every action is not planned before, no intuition, no string of thoughts leading to calmness.

Burn thy fear, heal thyself with the help of Agni, the purifier, preserve thy heat and melt, solidify thy core. In it thee shall find the identity and until then fear shall keep haunting, the distorter. Abstain from the dissipation of the tapas aggregated over time and use it to bring out the fearless true instrument in you.

Evolution

Lately, i have been reading one of the books by SatPrem titled ‘On the way to Supermanhood’ and i have kind of got obsessed with it. The idea that he proposes are too obvious yet far beyond the reach at the same time, giving all kinds of illusions to this wavering, focusless mind. The one idea that has been constantly feeding on me like a virus, is that the thought about all the vedic Yogi’s and Rsis being able to achieve what they were able to perceive in those primitive times while right now, every entity illusioned by thinking that the power of the mind can be fully exploited and that it is just near the grasp as being purely absurd.

Thinking about it, it only seems that we are in a downward trend of evolution, after kind of reaching a peak in the evolution track and now descending downhill in terms of the development of the mind. We are proud of ourselves for inventing new technology, and discovering new things, calling every one of them as a technological breakthrough, marvelling at our own magnificence, corely vegetating around materialism without realisation but fail to realise and understand that the mind has been a bigger discoverer before and is being underexploited in the present times.

I would call it as ‘Deterioration’ because it makes sense for me only to consider the mind’s adaptation over time which has not improved but only come down as compared to the vedic times. Realising that this is a down road towards the basic feels good because for me it fits the basic notion that every rise shall be followed by an equal fall.

The deterioration is inevitable but we must not forget and try to understand that every destruction leaves behind a certain amount of residue at the end of it which will be the progenitor for the next cycle. So let us think well, focus on our aspirations, and make the residue rich so that entities coming forth shall understand the ultimate underlying truth better.

Emotion

The ‘Emotion’, the feeling is what drives everyone, every entity alive in the grasp of nature. Everyone fails to realise the origin and the source of all this. Every animal, every entity depicts the same emotions in the exactly the same way !

Well to me it makes absolute sense because it means that there is one supreme entity, who resides inside everyone of us, all animals and all entities part of nature so that the exhibition of emotion is always on the same lines. Ignorance of this fact can dissipate the energy contained and the ambience and the mental makeup which is always trying to force the entity to spend more energy shall succeed in deteriorating the whole itself.

Every entity, if it possesses a form is always geared up in its path to reach the ‘Death’. This is the ultimate black hole from which there is absolutely no escape. The body shall corrode and will be exterminated but the residue shall always remain. What every entity should aim at is to realise the truth of the oneness of all the entities and that supreme who knows what was, what is and what will be is identical in every entity.

I keep getting images to depict and make it clear to myself, to teach myself about this truth. I see all emotions, the heat generated from it, as emerging from the ever undying flame of Rudra’s third eye. He who knows it all, he who never sleeps, he who resides as part of this wretched ignorant soul supplies the fuel for emotions. The flame as we know, has strands, each of which burn with varying intensities, each of which waver in their size which clearly depicts the variation in emotions inside every entity. It is said that calming down the mind, the entity shall be in a state of bliss. Ever wondered about this ? I have. It is because of the conservation of tapas, the energy, the fuel that he provides, stopping it from dissipation for the unconstant self. The tapas, the heat, the fire, the aspiration; Let them all bake thy thoughts and purify this ignorant soul far beyond the imaginable !