Let what comes come
Let what goes go
Find out what remains.
To all photography lovers and enthusiasts, here’s a recent article I wrote for those of you curious about nature close-ups and macro photography. :)
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The desire to know your own soul will end all other desires.
Even our desire to transcend our vasanas is a vasana. When we think ‘I must meditate’ or ‘I must make an effort’ we are just organizing a fight between two different vasanas.
You can only escape the habits of the mind by abiding in consciousness as consciousness. Be who you are. Be as you are. Just be still. Ignore all the vasanas that rise in the mind and instead fix your attention in the Self.
The world of dew
Is the world of dew
And yet, and yet…
Bhagavan told me once, “You must cover the vegetables when you cook them. Only then, will they retain their flavor and be fit enough to eat. It is the same with the mind. You must put a lid over the mind and let it simmer quietly. Only then, will a man become food fit enough for God to swallow.
Once, I requested Sankarammal to select some significant verses composed by Bhagavan to help me in my sadhana. Instantly, she sang two verses in Tamil from Bhagavan’s Marital Garland of Letters: (v.79) “Let me not like a ship without a captain flounder in the storm. Guard me with your grace, O Arunachala!” (v.81) “Don’t be a mirror held in front of a noseless person. Lift me up and embrace me, O Arunachala!”
Even before I could ask her about their significance, she explained, “Initially, seekers feel two deficiencies in themselves. One becomes conscious of the lack of perfection in oneself, and secondly, one doesn’t understand how to overcome the insurmountable obstacles one faces while doing sadhana. Both plunge the seeker into desperation. With these two verses, Bhagavan removes such
Total surrender to the higher power is the only panacea for all spiritual illnesses. If wisdom is compared to pure milk or nectar, surrender is the vessel which holds it, preserves it and makes it one’s own. Surrender helps one plunge into one’s inner being.
So long I have been on this stage to please thee.
My eyes are blinded by the light of thy play.
My ears are deafened by the rolling thunder of thy laughter.
My heart is turned to ashes by the flame of real sorrow.
My lord, to please thee I have made a fool of myself.
And now I am unable to stop the agony of the play.
My lord, drag me down from this stage.
Master, I have forgotten the way in and the way out.
A verse written by Maurice Frydman for Bhagavan
"Bhagavan was happy to read through the verses. He said that this was exactly what had been written by Appayya Dikshitar, a sage who lived several centuries ago. His verses in Sanskrit were written on palm leaves and many people were not aware of them. Bhagavan said that Appaya Dikshitar’s verses describe the situation of the court dancer performing in the presence of the king. She cannot stop dancing unless it pleases the king to tell her to stop. The dancer’s limbs may ache but she cannot stop of her own accord. She cries, “Oh lord, I am weary of the many births and deaths that I have endured. One glance from you, oh lord, is sufficient to put an end to this dance of birth and death and grant me release.”
~Ramana Periya Puraanam