Let what comes come
Let what goes go
Find out what remains.
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
"Going through life without God is like being an astronaut tumbling out of control in outer space. You grab on to this, but it breaks, and you tumble some more. Every time you lose something that you tried to hold on to— your marriage, your job, your mom— you start tumbling even faster. So you’ve got to stay close. You can’t cut your umbilical cord. But you don’t have to go to church. God is everywhere. God is that blade of grass trying to come up through the concrete. So many people go to church, and leave church, not even realizing that they are the church. You just need to make a determination in your mind that you want to find and believe in the truth."
Even now the mind is not.
How can you do it if not in everyday activities.
I behold the one common substratum in all things (a piece of wood, a beautiful woman, a mountain, a blade of grass, ice and fire and space)…
Your first duty is to learn to live in the world, for to this you are born.
But, meantime, make for yourself a secret room in the inner house of consciousness, where you may rest from the strain of the world, and disentangle yourself from that which is unworthy of your soul.
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I love my family very deeply and I am grateful for my good fortune of having them with me. Even so, no one can compare this sort of love to the ties, which bind me to Bhagavan. That love is happening as if on another sphere, as if I live a double life and at the same time, also deep inside me, as a constant background music. So deep inside, that there is no distance, and never can be any distance between Bhagavan and me. He is in my soul.
Forgetfulness or non-forgetfulness is not a part of your destiny. It is something you choose from moment to moment. That is what Bhagavan (Ramana Maharshi) said. He said that you have the freedom either to identify with the Self and have the understanding that the body is performing its predestined activities, animated and sustained by the power of the Self, or you can identify with the activities of the body and the mind, and in doing so forget the Self. If you choose the latter course, don’t blame God or God’s will, or predestination. God did not make you forget the Self. You yourself are making that choice every second of your life.
As long as there is separateness,
one sees another as separate from oneself,
hears another as separate from oneself,
smells another as separate from oneself,
speaks to another as separate from oneself,
thinks of another as separate from oneself,
knows another as separate from oneself.
But when the Self is realized as the indivisible unity of life,
who can be seen by whom,
who can be heard by whom,
who can be smelled by whom,
who can be spoken to by whom,
who can be thought of by whom,
who can be known by whom?
Maitreyi, my beloved, how can the knower ever be known?
Your personal universe does not exist by itself. It is merely a limited and distorted view of the real. It is not the universe that needs improving, but your way of looking.