Wall Graffiti Anandamayi Maa Ashram Varanasi Photograph by J
Yellow Full Moon Guru Purnima
“I am Shiva
Nothing arises in me,
In whom nothing is single,
Nothing is double,
Nothing is ,
Nothing is not!
What more is there to say?”
– From Astavakra Gita
“Asato ma sadgamaya
Tamaso ma jyotirgamaya
Mrtyorma amrtam gamaya”
Lead me from the asat to the sat.
Lead me from darkness to light.
Lead me from death to immortality.
(Brihadaranyaka Upanishad — I.iii.28)
“The guided tour/I am a guide to the labyrinth
Hara Gouri Bhander
city is inside of body made manifest
meat organs and electrical
power plants…
…………………
give form to the passing world
Freeways are a drama, a new
art form. Signs. Houses. Faces…”
– The Guided Tour, Notebook Poems, Jim Morrison
Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky Walking in the Ghats of Benaras circa 1962
The pendulum swings left and right
Om Namah Bhagawate Kalipadaya
Passes the mid-point of oasis
Where thirst for knowledge must relinquish its desire
And find the caveat of time in the soothing sensation of love
Pulse that automates a being of light
Nourished the limbs with the 5 elements of nature
The movement of hands, the rolling of tongue
Eyes and ears walking past every image captured in tinted films
Memory is like a vast ocean churning waves that climb up and down
They are falling still under the monsoon clouds
Maha-Avatar Babaji Maharaj with Mt Kailash at the back Satyalok Ashram
And the boat gliding across merrily
Singing songs that are forever new
Tracing their origins to Philomela
To the skylark
To the bhajans of Kabir
And Tulsi Das
To the flute of Hari Prasad Chaurasia
And the shehnai of Bismillah
Evoking jazz trombone on the 1st steps to Kedar ghat
Coffee brewing in Cafe Paradiso
Thoughts that glanced at thoughts
Sprinkled the river with twinkling stars
Sri Anandamayi Maa with Little Gopala
Mesmerized the footsteps of light and shade
Bearing B/w photographs of history’s innumerable travelogues
They are offered now to the Lord of Brihadaranyaka
Today,
Tonight,
The gramophone, iPhone
Through all ceaseless network noises
His Master’s Voice speaks
Like a drop of ethereal water
In the oceanic universe
Alone it speaks
And speaks not
Continues
Inside the Room of Sri Sitaramdas Omkarnath Thakur, Varanasi
It’s never ending loop
Music played
To the silent eardrums
The cells are infused with energy for renewal
Sishirer bindu hate matri hriday spandan sparsho kare bharatbarsho ke
Ebong taha hate srishtir gati nirdharito haay
Light to light
Darkness to darkness
Beyond both in between the time interval of 2 nanoseconds
The rasa is played by the union of bramha-shakti (Brahman & Shakti)
At Sri Bijoykrishna Goswami, Gosaiji’s Ashram the Main Vigraha, Varanasi
For those who are wise without wisdom
For those who know without knowing
Like a boat on a river
Forever arriving and waiting
An act of ananda by divine decree
Touched the soul in many ways
Bhimpalasir mridanga khethre suryer taposh chandrer bayokaner madhesthale
Rupobramher arati kariachey
Tai jege uthe naam
Maha-naam
Kirtaner mohonay sri chaitanya swarup apurbo naad ninadito haay
Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy
“Om Namah Bhagawate Sri Kalipadaya”
“Om Namah Bhagawate Sri Kalipadaya”
“Om Namah Bhagawate Sri Kalipadaya”
In between the ghat and the river,
There is no separation,
Each in its own way
Is the consummation of an activity (process/kriya)
In an ocean of void
And Love is the Ocean of Rasa…
“The child of the Void shall be reborn in God,
My Matter shall evade the Inconscient’s trance.
My body like my spirit shall be free.
It shall escape from Death and Ignorance”. (Book V:The Book of Love, Canto III: Satyavan and Savitri, Sri Aurobindo)
– J
Mother and Sri Aurobindo Last Photographs by Bresson
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