Poetry and prose from the heart.

Samadhi

A form of thought and emotion to swim these unreal waters
And to experience the lessons of pleasure and pain of illusion.

“SAMADHI”

The divine darkness of my mind ripples and flows,
Never-ending vastness, eternal ocean of the Soul,
Such universe of universes and portal into Brahman,
Which does not represent a past or a future itself,
Which does not divide and conquer my foes of old,
Where the pendulum of pleasure and pain vanishes,
Where happiness and depression has no meaning.
And there is no wake or sleep, no movement or stillness,
No delusion of ill thought and roused emotion;
However the smoothness and the dynamic ether,
It is just the allowance of being of what is being,
The essence of freedom and liberation from hues,
From forms, from comparison, from symmetry,
From the chains of lone-perception and trick-belief.

The most profound recesses of my mind fall into Brahman,
Such God be the eternal ocean of the Atman, the Soul,
Like raindrops into the vastest ocean, one is all, all is one;
By branching out the mind touches one drop of the ocean,
And the ocean be me for there is no body-mind, two are one.
The ego cannot poison the waters, it cannot soil the existence.
But the unity is light and yet it has no qualities of light as such.
But the darkness is the light and they are no opposites.
Where is the world of man…?? Where is the misery of man…??
Where is the aging universe…?? And who took it away…??
What has happened to my beliefs, preoccupations, needs…??
All the worries and illnesses have become one with me,
There lies no reserve or disorder, no confusion or riot within;
I have been revived into undying peace, which is Real Love
Beyond the senses of man, beyond such Mara the Tempter.
This is what they call the ultimate reality! Ultimate beauty
Far beyond the known thoughts, emotions, and actions of man!

Here is Brahman, of no time and space, of no dogma and creed,
Endless joy and peace which has given ability to a body-mind
To know Being, to see beyond the illusion of the senses.
Nothing is separate from me and nothing can affect me,
The illumined no longer sees the limitation, the end,
This mystical wisdom feeds me and fattens me, the Real Me.
But I must return to consciousness of the objective dual now,
Knowing that this is just an appearance, a glove of The Infinite,
A form of thought and emotion to swim these unreal waters
And to experience the lessons of pleasure and pain of illusion.