Poems, Spirituality

MY CONSTANT COMPANION

He is forever by my side mocking my dreams, laughing at my fears. He laughs when I cry and cries when I laugh. Every day he grows a little, while I shrink a little.

To him this world appears upside down, a mirage where the old cling to their dreams and the young live like there is no morrow, no reckoning, no decay…

In a world where dreams are real and reality a dream, he alone reminds me of what is truly real. Happiness or sorrow, pain or pleasure and the many pairs of opposites that embellish my life, he alone remains true to his self – unaffected, unalloyed, austere, and grim.

In the three states of my being, he is happiest when I am in deep sleep.
He knows that although it is he who comes with me now, it is I who will go to him in the end.

The eternal one, who, lives even as I live and will live even when I have moved on to a world I know not… Reaper of souls, breath of breaths, charioteer of my senses, the deathless, immutable, everlasting one…

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Poems

THE EYE OF THE STORM

When the mind is a storm and the winds rage,
dive within – deep into your “self” – for,
it is in the “I” of the storm
that peace prevails.

Calm and quiet, with senses reversed,
the “seeker” sees the “seer”
– the Yama of the Satyakama…
– Arjuna’s Krishna…
– Janaka’s Ashtavakra…
– the atman of the jeevatman…
The one embedded in the other – like the seed in a fruit –
one discarded and the other, savored –
strange the ways of this world…

Most, live in ignorance, many in arrogance,
and of the few who tread this path – many die in the quest for the “I”
to be born again for another try…

The special few who find it in this very life;
can speak not – for the “I” is subtler than what the “eye” can perceive…
and …when the seeker melts into the seer…
Who then the “seeker”? Who the “seer”?