"upanishad" poems
*"As the same fire assumes different shapes
When it consumes objects differing in shape,
So does the one Self take the shape
Of every creature in whom he is present."*
(Katha Upanishad II.2.9)
*"As the rivers flowing east and west
Merge in the sea and become one with it,
Forgetting they were separate rivers,
So do all creatures lose their separateness
When they merge at last into pure Being.
There is nothing that does not come from him.
Of everything he is the inmost Self.
He is the truth; he is the Self supreme.
You are that Shvetaketu, you are that."*
(Chandogya Upanishad IV.10.1-3)
*I don't understand,
Why, in this land,*
Where these sacred
scriptures were written,
Were so many religions born--
*I don't understand,
How, in this land,*
Were differences encouraged,
When the backbone of all life
Always was recognized as liberation--
The acknowledgement
Of all different religions, castes, creeds,
Really broke the deal you know...
Imagine, if all the cultures were mixed
Instead of being separated, unconnected, segregated;
And churned into a liberal philosophy
The Philosophy of Liberation (read: Moksha)
We'd have prevented so many wars,
All fought under the cloak of differences and disparities;
We could have averted
So much bloodshed,
So many innocent screams--
And these shudders down your spine right now?
They would be the product of fiction;
Not the echoes of cruel reality...
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
the jhoola is damp from
evening rains
still I enjoy swinging under
misty twilight skies
the moon beaming a toothless grin
Funny how it all feels so real
solid, permanent
I’ll always be Sonya ki
in this familiar body,
surroundings and place
I gaze at puddles
of silvery water glistening
over the garden beds
visions from the past float to the
surface
not too long ago I was living in
Arkansas, and before that the big apple
childhood memories of my mother’s
comforting voice and soft lap
eclipses the other images morphing
into a cascade of ever changing
ephemeral moments in time
If nothing stays the same then
what is it that resounds through
the hills and valleys of my being
like an eternal echo
That fixed point where the sun never rises nor sets
Splendor enthroned within
Immortal witness
Beloved
“Consciousness is neither inward turned nor outward turned nor both
It is not undifferentiated, it is beyond cognition and non cognition.
Not experienced by the senses nor known by comparison or inference,
incomprehensible, unthinkable and indescribable,
pure consciousness, the real Self, the cessation of all phenomena,
tranquil, all-blissful, one without a second,
this fourth state (Turiya ), the Atma (Real Self)
(Eternal Witness)
is to be realized”
~Mandukya Upanishad
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
we wait.
Gnōthi Seautón (Γνωθι Σαυτόν)
know thyself, is a fundamental
"must do"
for any planning
to die right…
#meditation
“Zi zhī”
Word of me, my word… known shown
“Atmanam viddhi”
Katha Upanishad:
“Atmanam rathinam viddhi,
shariram ratham eva tu”
(Know thyself as the charioteer,
and thy body as the chariot)
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 6:47 PM UTC
born
a few month
a familiar sound
turned back
they said, that is my sound
and labeled it........ my name
then
Whenever I achieved something
told not use my name but
used the letter "I"
then
In every upanishad
they told to drop "I"
an awareness
dropping "I" is
dropping my name.
Dropping my name is
a state of death...
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
#*The alien who is among you shall rise higher and higher above you,
and you shall come down lower and lower.
He shall lend to you, but you shall not lend to him;
he shall be the head, and you shall be the tail*.
Deuteronomy 28:43
Doctor Prasad, Doctor Prasad
You bow to a freaky six-armed god,
Yet chose to leave your native land
And worship in the U.S.A.
Your Hindu religion is rather odd—
Consider my verse a gentle ****
Those molten idols creep me out;
I'll poke you in a truthful way.
This newly-discovered Upanishad
With trident (in place of Aaron's rod)
Will show you where you need to go.
And greater light to you relay.
You bow to idols, silly sod...
I'll stomp your arrogance roughshod.
Eat the puja that you offer—
***** rupees to the dollar.
What a ridiculous façade.
You mumble, then politely nod—
Data-driven petty tyrant:
Drink from my verse's fire hydrant.
May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC