Empty yet Self-Luminous.
All of my cherished belongings,
flowing away from me.
Happily deconstructing,
in perfect peace.
Samskaras etched over lifetimes,
healed in infinite moments,
held within my Father’s being,
Caressed by my Mother’s love,
Silently watching them drift away.
Its a healing way,
the observation of dying,
Dying to self within,
letting All become you,
As the Samskaras drift away,
Trading limitation,
for the infinite.
Trading struggle,
for passive Trust,
At rest within the One.
We would just fuck it up,
by having are own way.
The Infinite allows perspective,
which can overspread our being,
Drawing us in love
as the Samskaras heal and drift away.
Oh the things that have allured us,
as we tread upon the earth,
the darkness of self-deception,
obscuring the vision of the One.
Let them drift away!
Stop, as you silently and quietly observe,
those things that you held so dear,
observe them with dispassion,
observe as they dissolve before you,
as you share the Akashic light of dawn.
Reach out and still the spinning,
the rumination of past feelings and ideas,
still the shading of memory,
which casts untruth on observation.
Observe with eyes clear and bright.
Stop living in the illusion,
the world cast from your own mind,
obscuring the beauty and miracle,
of what is being shared with us,
by the still and Crystal All.
Enter the stillness of this moment,
in the presence of a dying mind,
illumined instead by the heart of God,
guided by the intuitive sense,
peaceful and serene.
Let the fire held by Heaven’s Gate,
flow down upon my head,
illumine my being in glowing truth,
as your compassion merges
and flows from you to me.
I would trade all I am,
for just one moment held by you.
Knowing your loving touch,
as real as the azure sky.
Spread before me as a spiritual feast.
It All begins by letting go,
do not struggle or strain,
instead rest serene,
Observe as you loosen your grasp,
and trade it all for a Pearl.
They have no value to you now,
Being free of all desire,
Truly free as Samskaras fade,
freeing the heart to see the One,
let them drift away!
Hymns to the Mystic Fire – Sri Aurobindo
“..He journeys, knowing the embassies of the pilgrim-sacrifice between both firmaments, utterly awakened to knowledge, A messenger, the Ancient of Days (The same Ancient of Days as in Enoch?) ever widening, ever greater in knowledge, though travellest the mountain slopes of heaven…”
“…Black is the path of thy shining, thy light goes in front, a journeying ray, the one supreme of all thy bodies; when one unimpreginated bears thee as a child of her womb, in the sudden moment of thy birth though art already the messenger…”
“… A God, he knows for the seeker of the Truth his ways of submission to the gods in the house of Truth and he give the beloved treasures…”
“… He is a Priest of the call, it is he who travels between, aware of his embassy, knowing the ascending slope of heaven…”
“They by the treasure, by the hero-strengths have conquered and have heard who have upheld their work in the Fire…an Illumined seer, by the might of seeing human beings he pierces beyond like as swift arrow…He becomes manifest in human beings, invincible, immortal, the messenger of all.”
“Now may we be born as the seven illumined seers of the Dawn, the mother supreme, supreme creators creating the Gods within us; may we become the Angirasas, sons of Heaven and shining with light, break the hill that has within it riches…Now, too, O Fire, even as our supreme and ancient fathers, desiring to possess the Truth, speakers of the word, reached the very purity, reached the splendour of the Light…”
(“Angiras or Angira was a Vedic rishi (sage) of Hinduism. He is described in the Rigveda as a teacher of divine knowledge, a mediator between men and gods…”)
“For the we worked and became perfect in our works, the Dawn shone out and illumined the Truth; we lit the unstinted Fire in the multitude of its kinds, in the fullness of his delight, brightening the beautiful eye of the Godhead…Though too, O Fire, turn towards our labor, become aware of this word, in perfect answer of thy thought, Truth-Conscious, become aware of the Truth. When shall there be thy utterances that share our ecstasy, when thy acts of companionship are in our house. “
“This is the swan that dwells in purity, the lord of substance in the middle world, the Priest of the offering whose seat is upon the alter, the guest in the gated house, He dwells in the Man, he dwells in the Truth, he dwells in the wide Ether; he is born of the Waters, he is born of the Light, he is born of the Law, he is born of the Hill of Substance, he is the Law of Truth.”