The Great Perfection of the Maha-Atiyoga: Following the River to the Limitless Ocean, The Void -Part II

The Small Arm of the Seine at Mosseaux, Evening Claude Monet - 1878

The Small Arm of the Seine at Mosseaux, Evening by Claude Monet circa 1878/French Impressionism 

OM MAA (3x)

Sometimes the quiet dusk with its orange light refuses to leave

Goddess Saraswati Courtesy RAVI-VARMA-PRESS

Goddess Saraswati Courtesy Ravi-Verma Press 

It’s trace on the waters permeates the scene

With a rich luxury of creamy odours

That breathe into the settling moment’s vibratory tongue

Capturing the breeze among the shrubbery

And the nestling onomatopoeia of the rustling leaves and twilight birds

Returning to their home

They are caressed on the river floor

By the soft edge of a palette knife

Helping to turn every page

It’s seasonal plush of an empty canvas filled by the gleaming woods in the Tapovan

Today, they are singing the song of the universe

Nature’s proximity to the artist’s soul have given them the secret mantra

They chant like the river that flows to eternity

Light in the unending light and darkness no more…

-J

The Great Perfection of the Maha-Atiyoga: Following the River to the Limitless Ocean, The Void

The River Epte, 1885 Oil on Canvas, Private Collection by Claude Monet French Impressionism

The River Epte by Claude Monet circa 1885/Oil on Canvas, Private Collection/Style: French Impressionism

 

“…in this abiding nature that is free from all activity, all things belonging to the truth of the path are naturally complete, without effort, in the manner of a hundred rivers converging under a bridge.” (The Pristine Cognition of the Great Perfection or Maha-Atiyoga)

Secluded from the rest                   Guru Rinpoche Rainbow Body

She flows at her own will

That binds in many ways all actions elsewhere

Bend in the Epte River near Giverny by Claude Monet circa. 1888 French Impressionism

Bend on the River Epte near Giverny, Claude Monet circa 1885 French Impressionism

Willows, poplars and the sun drenched mystic verdure

Along the edges of her buoyant pilgrim soul

Fulfill the dream of an artist by the wayside

Or, that of lovers embracing each other through words in a postcard

Meditating on the waters in the twilight

The gaze of the soft sun on a pillow of ripples fades away

The moon climbs on her back

Shining like the a copper-dome of a bodhi-monastery

Sings the song of bleeding starlight in the mandala of the Great Ocean, the Void

“When the mind becomes transformed

Ragmala Painting of Rag Malkauns from the Mewar school (circa 1605)

Ragmala Painting, Rag Malkauns from the Mewar School circa 1605

There is neither vehicle nor mover”

Etihasher patachitre khaniker kaal

Bishwaykar ekti taranga

Baye chale sabujer animesh phalguni sandhay

Hayto ba dekha haabe kono maha-prantare

Jekhane sesh hayechey rajpath o ghar-bari

Suru haay vajra-sattvar Malkaush raag

In a great ocean of infinite possibilities

Widely embracing the worlds,

The Music of the Unborn

Fashioned the wonderful meaning in things…

-J

 

 

Topological Dynamism in Contemporary Vietnamese Art Exhibited at Palladian Lounge, Bengal Chamber of Commerce, Kolkata -29th Jan to 6th Feb 2016

Nguyen Quy Kien Vietnamese Painter

Bridge by Vinetnamese Artist Nguyen Quy Kien

The sudden chill in Kolkata over the last few days have been a delight, but, of course, have not over compensated for the warm summer months, and, to renew the spirit of art and poetry, the book fair and literary fests have kept our heels busy in the month of January. If this wasn’t enough to seek strength in our soul, the city is proud to host a selection of contemporary Vietnamese art consisting of 6 painters from Vietnam who have been invited by Alliance Francise du Bengale, the Bodhi Tree Monastery Art and Sampark Publishing House, and by the Indian Council for Cultural Relations to exhibit in Kolkata at the Palladian Lounge, Bengal Chamber of Commerce. The artworks will be showcased also in Delhi next week.

Stephane Amalir, Director, Alliance francise du Bengale, Kolkata, who has been instrumental in bringing Vietnamese painting to India, recalls “My first overseas posting was in Vietnam, and it was, therefore, there as a young man that I had the money to spend on paintings. The first painting I ever bought, a seascape, was by a Vietnamese artist. It travelled back to France with me, then on to my next posting in South Africa, and it now hangs in my sitting room in Kolkata. I have, therefore, in my own way, already brought Vietnamese art to India”.

The Bridge Vietnamese Painter

Nguyen Quy Kien with his artwork at the Palladian Lounge

While I was going through the artworks on display at the lounge, I observed few paintings which had the impressionist style reminiscent of Claude Monet, whom I greatly admire. After speaking with the artist Nguyen Quy Kien, I came to understand that he divides his time living between Paris and Hanoi, and, therefore, able to bring European observational skill of using memory that stores information and using them to create new sensational imprints on natural landscape in Vietnam. In such a cohesive union the colours of sky in Paris and that of Hanoi become enmeshed with each other in the naturalist setting of a wood-bridge and stream flowing underneath it. This overlapping of space and time creates dynamic topology in painting which is distinctly clear from the exhibited artworks. This is, of course, a paradigm shift in the paintings of these new artists making me reminisce the lines of a famous Vietnamese poet Tinh Trai who writes:  I still remember Rimbaud and Verlaine,/The two besotted men of poetry/Drunk with exotic verse and with passion,/Defying worn paths and old ways…/Nothing matters, future or past,/Who wears makeup and colored dress./Who cares about heaven or hell?/They are simply in love; that’s swell.” This swelling love is between the artist and his vision (his art), here the subject is the object and vice versa, they are united in art, in the demonstration of skill, like a dynamic movement (or flow) which defines the complexity of processes involved including art history, time and space non-locally.

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Nude Series by Pham Huy Hung

While attending to other works of art notably the nude series by Pham Huy Hung, the texture of the figurines overpower physical shapes of hands and legs creating a visual sculpture in 2-d which is geometrically distinct yet inchoate at the subliminal level. His artistry lies in creating textures that almost blur the sensation between the physical and the non-physical aspect of the nudes in study.

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Art by Nguyen Khac Chinh

 

Nguyen Khac Chinh’s works are beautifully rendered in different hues of red that bring the folklore or fairytale like characters in a modern context doing office work or just plain gossiping and speaking over the phone. This is very playfully done to habitually express our evolving unconscious and how that can be traced to an archetypal folklore pattern that we still carry beneath our multi-personal self, the colours connote to our existential reality where lies our frailty and also our hope. Artworks by Nguyen Duc Hung are very intricate with detail sketches of cosmic energy fields in the subtle bodies, lotus of the spirit and other minute symbols. It also shows the mechanical stress on the brain from the environment and also the artistic process inherent for de-stress and cleansing of the morphological fields connected with bodily organs.

Art of Nguyen Duc Hung

‘Fragrant Lotus of Spirit’ by Nguyen Duc Hung

Nguyen Xuan Lan’s  art titled ‘Soul’ and ‘Kindness’ are exemplars of very eclectic post-modern expressionist art showing different states of man’s  inner transformation. The only female painter in this group, Tao Thi Thu Huong’s works including her ‘Sunset’ and ‘Boat’ are very moving and inspirational –the plasticity in the colours show a high-level emotional language in art that speaks of the unspeakable, the Tao through the movement of the brushes across the canvas. The painting ‘Sunset’, of course, has an air of melancholy about it -that which is passing is happening, here and now, we can’t grasp at it but can only experience the beauty of every single moment through our mindfulness. Her non-judgemental way of capturing nature in its ‘suchness’ and the clarity of her perception is indeed a remarkable artistic achievement.

Having seen the artworks displayed by this group of six talented Vietnamese painters, I will be delving more into the dynamic evolution process in art as consciousness that is non-local and non-reductionist.

To thank and acknowledge everyone for this exhibition, I must mention Sunandan Roy Choudhury, Publisher, SAMPARK and Director, Sampark Literary Evenings and Madhubanti Roy Choudhury, Writer and Consultant, both of them have been the chief coordinators in making this event happen. Also much thanks to Bodhi Tree Monastery of Art for arranging this event very meticulously.

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119th Birth Anniversary of Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose:Transcending History by the Will-Force of Qui-Qui Supramental Shakti (Super-Implicate Ensembles)

Netaji

Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose: The Soul with the Golden Heart (Jay Mahakal)

In every heart there is a flame

black hole NASA

Black Hole NASA

It touches the tip of the golden sun

Honour thy spirit in that moment of bliss

To create and re-create the essential Reality,

Here and Now

Remainders of  the queen-plasma resonance from the cube-variable of the Averlon-Transcendence over the least power sensibility …naturally .project within itself  the kinematic happiness of   innumerable Domainless Dimensions, always waving towards the Gnapela-Powerl-Holcago {predestiny} through the self-propagating Soft-Point or  Zero-Point Energy paradox ).Life is full of Beautiful choices……. and in short this is the story of the equation e=mc(square)!

Akharer pratibedan samadhisto hayechey

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Netaji

Black spinning torque upon the universe              Tibetan Thangka… sacred Mount Kailash, Milarepa.
Chetonar pradip jwalchey
Neel himalaye
It is for the Absolute on the Absolute to the Absolute
From that nought to create binomials for relative existence
Time as in duration exists in the mind
And space-time too is a projection of the Mind
Sthir chitta nayan dekhe maha-kaler maha-swaroop
Time’s re-collective pastimes are over and dead
Future doesn’t speak
But you may find at this moment transcending all
And you enter now
By Mother’s grace
Far beyond supramental realities.
From Crechanhumpi to Vrekhanilo (sizeless Domains, creations)
It is moving with a dream on its back,……durga..durga!
Future is near when you touch the stone, Chintamoni!
-J

Celebrating Sri Dilip Kumar Roy’s 119th Birth Anniversary 22nd January 2016: “Outpetalling of the Sunflower”(At the Guru’s Feet)

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

“To me the ultimate value of a man is to be measured not by what he says, nor even by what he does, but by what he becomes.” (Sri Aurobindo to Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy)

“A deathbound littleness is not all we are:

Immortal our forgotten vastnesses

Await discovery in our summit selves.”

(Savitri I, IV, Sri Aurobindo)

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji  and Mata Indira Devi

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji and Mata Indira Devi

Jacaranda Tree in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh source Wikipedia

Jacaranda Tree in Full Bloom in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh Source Wikipedia

Over the horizon the moon chants

The night blooming jacaranda flowers

Dilip Kumar Roy with Krishnaprem

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Krishnaprem

In their starlit ecstasy have offered themselves to the Lord

And the universe is the body and the mind

Existing neither within the mind, nor, without

But each life strung to the lonesome flute calls

In sheer majesty celebrating the occasion of one glorious birthday

And the soul’s eye meets the light beyond the stars

And the fruit and the flowers, the garden and the river moss

In mystic oneness singing variegated plays

Jalsaghar Poster from the movie by Satyajit Ray

Jalsaghar Movie Poster

The Theater is born

And the grand orchestra

Actors and actresses in their prospective roles fervently transcending their spheres of existence

To Immortalize the Theater to which they belong

A Shakespearean rag, or, a Dantean Comedy

or, a Brecht and Eugene O’Neill

In the patachitra weaving a tapestry of words from Chandidas

The Cinema is born

And the grand Orchestra

Drinking soma from the winding stairs of Girish Ghosh and Natya Academy

At this moment we live without living

There is only one universe –

And it is This-which-we-are

Down the river way to an ocean of infinity.

-J

* Dilip Kumar Roy’s friend, Romain Rolland writes on his character Jean-Christophe (Which was the Novel in 10 volumes that won him the Noble Prize in 1915):  “When you see a man, do you ask yourself whether he is a novel or a poem? […] Jean-Christophe has always seemed to me to flow like a river; I have said as much from the first pages.”

River metaphor flowing to the Ocean of Infinity is the life of Jean-Christophe, the style is called sometimes ‘Roman Fleuve’ (The River Novel)

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Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and Romain Rolland – A Lecture by Prof. Chinmoy Guha

at Sri Ramakrishna Mission

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and Romain Rolland A Lecture by Prof. Chinmoy Guha

 

 

 

 

Mindfulness, Metanoesis and the Cry of the Yellow Blackbird: The Reader, Reading and What is Read is THIS, HERE and NOW Which is neither Entity nor Non-Entity

Cosmological painting, approx. 1750-1850, India; Rajasthan, Opaque watercolors on cloth, From the Collection of William K. Ehrenfeld, M.D.

Cosmological painting, approx. 1750-1850, India; Rajasthan, Opaque watercolors on cloth, From the Collection of William K. Ehrenfeld, M.D.

A moment arrives

Like a slow train coming

Yet ever vigilant

Another one comes

Dewy sky with olive branches of the sun

Returning to their source

A wordless diorama

A spectacle of silence captured by the returning waves

Encounters the ”first born and the ‘unborn’

The theatre of the mind is a receptacle of the actor’s own soul

Did he ever exist in the cry of the gulls or in the conjurer’s dream world?

Did he exist at all? In the vulture’s nest?

Or, in the rocky cliffs wintering desolation?

Yellow-headed Blackbird Male Utah County, Utah PHOTOGRAPH COURTESY JOHN CRAWLEY COPYRIGHTED BY JOHN CRAWLEY

Yellow-headed Blackbird Male Utah County, Utah PHOTOGRAPH COURTESY JOHN CRAWLEY COPYRIGHTED BY JOHN CRAWLEY

Allow me to seek, and, not to seek

That which has found shall always be me

Akkharer pratisabda hariye jay mundo malay

Theme thake samayer praharira

The Yellow Blackbird:

Its voice alone fell,

Leaving nothing behind.

In absolute stillness there is no dance

And there is still the dance

This which we are

This which we are

Sthir gatir rudra chintan

era hariyea gechey abakasher matray

dhulay lutoy noori

In the rock garden

A still and perfectly unmoving trance

Is the movement behind the being or non-being

Kali, Hand colored Wood Block Print (19th century), Calcuta. কোলকাতা

Kali, Hand colored Wood Block Print (19th century), Calcuta. কোলকাতা

“This which seeks is That which is sought;

That which is sought is This which seeks.

There is no seeker, and no thing sought.

There is no do-er, and no thing done.

There is no actor, and no action done”.

-J

 

 

‘There Is No Do-er, And No Thing Done’-Inside The Merry-Go-Round ‘The Falcon Cannot Hear the Falconer’

“The camera is androgynous machine, a kind of mechanical hermaphrodite.

In his retort the alchemist repeats the work of Nature.” -Jim Morrison, The Lords and the New Creatures

Horses on a Carousal

Beautifully decorated carousal horses on a merry-go-round picture courtesy Robert’s Blog at hooperislandlighthouse.org

 

“Just by avoiding purposeful intentions one can be enlightened”.

– Shen Hui

Non-Volitional Living is Glad Living: The Carousel 

There never has been a carousel nor there was not

But we have lived our childhood dream riding one

Going about,

And,

Coming back again

A prayer-flag with mantra-texts and an image of the wind-horse (rLung rTa). Tibet courtesy British Museum)

Prayer Flag with Mantric Texts and an Image of the Wind-Horse (rLung rTa) Tibet, courtesy the British Museum

To confine ourselves within the circle

Which ourselves we are

Doing without doing

Our thoughts are constituents of no-thoughts

They don’t exist at all except in this carousel

Nor they exist outside

There has been many stories

Each telling others’ lives:

Loneliness of withered petals on the floor

Forseeing the eclipse in the cry of birds

The red peruvian hen, from ‘A Natural History of Birds’ - Eleazar Albin, 1731, London.

A Red Peruvian Hen from ‘The Natural History of Birds’, Eleazar Albin circa 1731, London

Cinematic or prosaic

Epigrammatic and diametrical

Her voice slumbered

And became the clapping thunder of the clouds

These are intonations, self-referential and confirmatory

Of the obvious absence any scene it alludes to

Her voice slumbered for awhile

Still riding the carousal her own way

In-seeing and seeing out

A Man with a Movie Camera directed by Russian director Dziga Vertov circa 1929

A Man with a Movie Camera directed by Russian Director Dziga Vertov circa 1929

Perpetuating the never ending juggle

In the round

Finely balanced

The sparrow built her nests on the pine

laika

Laika, mixed-breed dog, was the 1st living being in orbit. She was launched on the Soviet Union’s Sputnik 2 mission in November 1957 picture courtesy NASA

fire and ether

Air and water

And earth’s granular base

Acting as a thermostat

Watching the obfuscation of narrative talking

Questioning the readers’ temporal in-existence

Throughout the cosmic conceptualizing

Avoiding discreet properties of matter

And that of the spirit Jim Morrison at photo session with Gloria Stavers at her NYC Apartment. 1967

In a handful of sand

The frozen river

May acquit the stars and the jellyfish

Of their informal absence in this poetic construct

It goes on

And comes back again

Rimbaud the rebel

Or, did he exist?

-J

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Potential Plenum and the Origin of the Eternally Unconditioned and Unbound Noumenal Subjectivity: 5000 Years Old Tree-Self Voice-Over

WELCOME TO 2016 -HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE

“From the beginning not a thing is.”- HUI NENG

“I see everything as clearly as possible, yet I do not see. Do you understand?” -Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy

sypersymmetry

Supersymmetry and ‘shadow’ particles

“What AM I?

As far as I can understand I am the absence of my presence and the absence of the presence of my absence.

What does it mean?

It means that I am my phenomenal absence, and also the absence of that still phenomenal absence itself.

The resulting absence is phenomenally total, but it is not noumenally nil…

METHUSELAH the ancient bristlecone pine is 4,841years old, White Mountains of California

Methuselah the bristleconepine is one of the oldest tree on Earth, located at the White Mountains of California, Inyo National Forest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You may enjoy life from afar. You may look at things but not taste them. You may caress the mother only with the eyes.” (‘The Lords and the New Creatures, Jim Morrison)

It is an absence of all possible phenomenal presence which is itself, noumenally, whatever I am.

That is entirely no thing, for which reason it can neither be named nor described, which means that it is neither the “that” nor the “it” by which terms I have just referred to it.

But the establishment of “its” total phenomenal inexistence as an object of sense, or of thought, as a thing in itself, in no way implies its intemporal nullity.

On the contrary, the very temporal inexistence of itself as an object of consciousness, requires and indicates intemporal Isness.

– All Else Is Bondage by Wei Wu Wei

In a rapturous ocean of delight

The clouds have shunned the flecks of sunlight

The Baobab Tree

The Sacred Baobab Tree of Madagascar is a National Symbol and Heritage, these trees have magical properties and upon carbon dating is proved that they can live up to amazing 3000 years

The winds roared

Waves pulling against each other

Tearing apart the syllables of sound (the tree of the sound =the column)

Lightning and rain

Mandala or the Whell of Life

Cosmic Mandala or the Wheel of Life, Tibet

Merrily again

In the Void of the Sun

Watches the Self, hibernating in dreams

Encounters not this or that

But ‘isness’ from beginning that was

As, of now, and will be.

-J

 

 

 

 

 

In Conversations with Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj: Christ Locale in Shambhala ‘p-p’ Exists not only in Consciousness but in Physical Form with Variable Mass-Energy Interactions

Babaji Maharaj pic

Sri Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj

“Oak eye

jesus christ

Christ both as Consciousness and Physical Explicit of the Unmanifest Reality

And rabbit’s fur

Gone too deep

Inside the well

Singing water

Flying fire

In the air in b/w the nostrils of a horse

Perpetuates the eternal pattern of unchanging forms

There to be coincided on a screen

That has the terminal longing of an undecided hour

Arriving verily at the eternal moment

Healing Garuda Tibetan Buddhist Thangka

Healing Garuda Tibetan Buddhist Thangka

For a magic sidewalk

Jim Morrison in Mexico 1969

Jim Morrison in Mexico circa 1969

 

Turning around a pointless dream

To join the silent recluse

Of screaming words

Attaining liberation.

IN CONVERSATIONS WITH MAHA-AVATAR BABAJI MAHARAJ 25th DEC,2015

“The Original Realization is Marvellous Practice”.

Christ locale in Shambhala p-p exists not only in consciousness but in physical form with variable mass-energy interactions

The evidence behind the mutable law of physical non-physical locality is consigned to the higher absolute domains of tat-wat-yat sunyata

Beneath the Void, All is Void– imperfection translated its Original Self to Perfection of supra-causal symmetrical patterns of the original destiny

Mind’s non-local Self is the pure bliss behind all workings of Prakiti/Nature

When you are only confined to the physical attributes of the senses you miss the whole point of the creation

Creation itself a Lila is a super-imposed manipulation of Brahman on Maya encryption

The distinction b/w the Watcher and the Watched is an illusory one

There is nothing watched nor there is any watcher only ‘That exists in It’ completely which cannot be known

Transverse Line Wassily Kandinsky.jpg

Transverse Line by Wassily Kandinsky circa 1923

When the grass grows

And the sun dims itself across the horizon

Who is it that sings lullaby to the stars?

Is it the mountainous rocks with flakes of granular sand?

Or, is it the silvery waves in a tumultuous ocean?

Is it the snow in the crevice?

Kalida Sitting Pensively in the Garden

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy in the Garden at Gidni

The wind passing through the doors?

The fire in the woods?

Or, the sky with its empty stomach?

Who is it that sings lullaby to the stars?

Who is?

And who is not?

Sits without sitting

Touches not the forest leaves

Gives

And takes away

Seizes the slender moment’s absconding light

From the sempiternal doors of primordial darkness

Anointing the Self’s gross, physical abode

With a shower of blessings from the final beatitude

Awakening the Eye’s diphthong supra-sensory mode of non-dual vision

For a return to the state of Absolute Brahman

Impregnated in Zero=State of Nitya-Nirvikalpa Samadhi

-J

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Celebrating 9th December 2015: 113th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy

Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy 

Celebrating 9th December 2015: 113th Birth Anniversary of Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guharoy – On this auspicious day we launch our new project Call-Key9, please check this at Call-Key9

Om Namah Bhagavate Sri Kalipadaya (3x)

Sishu mon Yogisharer uddyanbati

The child’s mind is the Playground of Yogishwar

An infinite sequence of things it knows

Yet it doesn’t know how it came

Using a dream imagery to construct a world around it

Sometimes tearful

kali da with kids

Yogishwar with Children (2nd from Right)/Family Album Picture

Or, bursting in joy

Madonna With Child And St. John The Baptist by Raphael circa High Renaissance painting courtesy Louvre, Paris

Madonna with Child and St. John the Baptist, Raphael circa High Renaissance courtesy Musee du Louvre, Paris, France

Stealing thoughts from others’ minds

Mischievously hiding beneath the clouds

Lying on the ocean beach

And babbling like a fool

Whispering among the winds

To the stars on a summer night

Running away

Running away

From this world

From this home

Sishu mon Yogisharer Uddyanbati

The child’s mind is the playground of Yogishwar

Little Krishna adorably called Gopala playing with the peacock miniature art South India

Gopala Playing with the Peacock, Miniature Art South India

Simple like a mirror it reflects all

And retains nothing

swedish folk art

Swedish Folk Ar

The nature of the Void

The great Self in things have spoken at last

“It is like a flash of lightning

It is like a wink of the eye”. (Keno Upanishad)

“At whose feet, rolling on,

The year with its days passes by-

Upon that immortal Light of all lights,

The gods meditate as longevity”. (Brihadaranyaka Upanishad)

So, wake up like a    child

Animals In Buddhist Art from a 19th century Thai manuscript.

Animals in Buddhist Art 19th Painting from Thailand 

With thousand questions in your mind

Verily ask the Self within

The great Preceptor admirably loves

Every twinkle in your eye

Holding your hand

Walking beside you

Letting you know every precepts of cosmic love

Breathing is activation of the chakras

A conscious awakening leads you to the Self

Small acts unto It worship the intellect (Buddhi)

And the body is bliss and light. (Chidanandamay)

-J