Atmānanda- Laharī

Today, remembering Savitri’s steadfast prayer: “May Satyavān never be parted from me.” I, a seeker of Truth, (Sat) pray thus: May the “True Self” never seem apart from me. May the truth never depart from me, May I never depart from the truth. May these limbs never move away from truth. May these eyes behold only the truth. May these ears receive only the truth. May this tongue speak only the truth. May the mind never wander from truth. May the intellect never hallucinate away from truth. May the ego never rise in pride against truth. Let every breath remember the truth. Let every thought return to truth. Let all that I am abide in truth. இன்று சாவித்திரி சத்யவான் பிரியாதிருக்க வேண்டியதை நினைக்கிறேன். சத்தியத்தைத் தேடும் நான் வேண்டுவது இது: சத்தியமான “நான்”  எப்போதும் என்னை விட்டு விலகுவது போல் தோன்றாமல் இருப்பதாக. சத்தியம் என்னை விட்டு நீங்காதிருப்பதாக. நான் சத்தியத்தை விட்டு நீங்காதிருப்பதாக. இந்த அங்கங்கள் சத்தியத்தை விட்டு விலகாதிருப்பதாக. இந்த விழிகள் எப்போதும் சத்தியத்தையே காண...

  Shivam Shivam is the stillness of the inner mind, Shivam is the movement of the outer world. Shivam expresses through the five elements: as vast space that holds all things, as air that dances as life, as fire that hungers and shines, as water that journeys, as earth that steadies. Shivam sings as the sentient pulse in birds that stitch dawn with songs, in frogs that bead the night with rhythm, in creatures that wander by sun and by moon, in humans crowned with imagined thrones. Shivam rests as insentient rock Shivam is pure existence, Sat. Shivam shines as cosmic intelligence, Chit. Shivam is absolute happiness, Ananda. Shivam is the single undivided mass of awareness. Immanent in all, yet transcending all. Shivam cannot be seen or grasped. Shivam cannot be known by inference. Shivam cannot be enveloped by thought. Shivam cannot be communicated. Shivam cannot be described. Only when the movement of mind falls silent, in the depth of inner stillness, does Shivam reveal itself. Sh...

  Maya's Gallery: An Exhibition of Waking    I open my eyes from sleep, the so-called waking state begins. Marvelous manifestation blossoms, and the so-called universe appears. From within, I witness  the world arise, family and friends come to life. homes, streets, markets, parks fill with events,  emotions, and commotions. Maya, the artist,  paints with three colors. Some live softly in sattva, some move restlessly in rajas, some remain deluded in tamas. I witness the tapestry and refuse to be trapped in it. I witness each scene as it arrives, each moment as it dissolves. I play the roles and move along, I remain untouched as the lotus. As the ego falls away, the nameless, formless  Self is evident, as whole, needing nothing. I take on many names and forms, yet all swirls merge into One. I uphold all as their very base, immanent, and transcendent. Self-sufficient, roots below, branches above, I cannot be bound or entangled. I shine as the Self in all...

Resting Butterfly on Smṛti Lane Calming the agitated mind, the little butterfly rests on the riverbank, watching thoughts flow. They come and go one by one, As it witnesses them they fall away on their own. Peace and harmony arrive without announcement. Living with the least disturbance, the butterfly dances, and sings. All doubts dissolved, confusion removed, it abides with   dearest companion, BFF Ātmā. This wealthy butterfly treasures absolute śānti, dwelling quietly in Smṛti Lane. ( Smita Lane) Teaching viveka and vairāgya, Dhanyāṣṭakam bestows the immeasurable wealth to all. You are not small You are all! As the year of 2025 ends, Svatmavidyā spreads ananda to all! May the New Year bring  prosperity and moksha to all!

Ode to Samsara- The Borrowed Sweetness What is Samsara? Dhanyāṣṭakam- Verse -7 Oh, poor butterfly, mesmerized by the lotus’ beauty, you drift too close and sink into the sludge. The sludge of saṃsāra pulls you again and again. What is long dried appears juicy still, sweetness borrowed from the Self. Superimposing ātmā upon anātmā, you chase pleasures, material triumphs, emotional surges. See the attention seeking mind Watch it, without condemnation. Drop the drama; Hold on to Rama! Leave this duḥkhālaya; here and now. Listen to one class a day, Rip the silken shackle away Grip sickle of jñāna Cut the root of the disease. At first, a sādhana, cultivated as asaṅgatva Later, it is known as your very nature. Mūla-mantra japa clears the subtle knots. Nothing obstructs what was never bound. You are light  You are free, Open your wings Fly effortlessly!

    Beyond the Bend: The Butterfly’s Ascent on Gosai Drive Who is the jñani? Dhanyāṣṭakam- Verses -3-6 Releasing attachment to the nest, loosening the pull of sensual delight, holding one quiet longing to know the truth alone, the butterfly opens its wings and enters the sky of Bentleyville Fear dissolved in the chant of Rudram, “All this is Me” affirmed in Chamakam. Through hymns and bhajans the heart learned trust, and the butterfly turned northward Giving up me” and “mine,” it surrendered into the supreme. A dense forest of illusions lay ahead, yet it passed through untouched, leaving behind wealth, lineage, and world. Seeking solitude and satsang, abiding in Brahman, with spontaneous radiance, From ignorance to knowledge it flew, leaving no footprint in the air. Neither object nor absence, neither huge nor small, beyond form and gender, beyond all measure the truth shines effulgently. Incidentally appearing as people and events, karma stirs its cup of joy and sorrow. Samsa...