Roses

A man with a question wandered around

And finally the man with an answer he found

He who had the answer was none other than the Buddha

He walked the earth long ago; The Tathāgata

The man with all the courage he could muster

Stood with folded hands before the Great Master

With all compassion the Enlightened one enquired

For what was needed to be done as required

“What is the difference between your love and mine?

I ask you humbly, Master, please do opine”

The man with all humility the question he poses

The Master replied with an example of two roses

“Your love”, said the Master in all compassion,

“Is still devoid of all dispassion”

The Master went on for the man to understand

“Your love is like a rose you hold in your hand”

“My love”, the Master continued to explain,

“Is intended to give Joy, never pain,

Like a rose in a bush left alone

With no intention to possess or own”

Pepal Tree

23^rdDecember, 2009.

Stillness

Never lose touch with the inner stillness

Lest you get lost in the worlds wilderness

This stillness is who we really are

For caste and creed there is no bar.

What is good and what is bad? What is this duality?

Illusions causing vitality

Stillness is equilibrium

In this Time-Space Continuum.

Listen to the silence all around

To the listeners it is so profound

With this stillness when we do connect

Everything seems so perfect.

Life is neither a comedy nor is it tragic

Be still and allow the Universe to do its quiet magic

Time and place; Never and Nowhere

Stillness is when we are Aware.

We only have to be open and properly see

That everything is as it has to be

Nothing really needs to be changed

In time and space we are not framed.

The culprit is not the mind

It is but a naughty child; Be kind

Befriend it and it will succumb

To your charm; It will open up new vistas with aplomb.

Against this stillness the outside world is perceived

As impulses in the brain the world is received

This stillness is the background of reference

Words are insubstantial to express, to this Stillness, my  reverence.

The created Universe is rushing back to its Source

Every unit of matter taking its own course

Can we compare, differentiate or divide?

When All is One, whom do we deride?

The mind is running nowhere on a treadmill

We have to be aware of this and make it still

Breaking away from eons of conditioning

Beyond thoughts, words or reasoning.

The space around us allows everything to Be

The Universe is not all what the eyes do see

What we see out there is not ultimate reality

Simple yet difficult, self created  complexity.

Thousands of possibilities; Each moment is new

No beginning or end, if only we Knew

Awareness disguised as a person

Realize and break free from our conceptual prison.

Physical matter when it is frozen

As mind and thoughts, when allowed to loosen

The same is however always formless

Who we are as pure Consciousness.

Reverberating through the vast galaxies

Every blade of grass and the seven seas

The only One rooted in this quantum program

“I Am”, “I Am”, “I Am” ,”I Am”

Pepal Tree

April 2009