Atmānanda- Laharī

Sakshi Not an experience, for all experience flickers and fades. Not a state, for all states arrive in time and leave in space. I am not what appears. I am that to which appearing happens. The seer never becomes the seen. The knower never steps into the known. Between them dances a fragile divide, but I… I am the light in which both arise. The body is known. The eye is known. The mind is known. Even the absence of mind is quietly known in deep sleep. Speech ripples, silence deepens, thoughts parade, their absence too, All are witnessed. None are me. Who am I? Not the knower, for the knower comes and goes like a title worn for a moment. Hearer, seer, thinker, feeler, roles assumed, roles dissolved. I am not “this” or “that” I, just am. Sat, quietly undeniable. I, self-reveal never needing a mirror Chit, the light behind all lights. I, am the ananda, limitless joy. I pervade time and space Ahankara flickers like a thought trying to be solid. Sometimes present, sometimes gone, but I watch...

Just Be (Summa Iru)  As I sat in the weekly satsangs on Ramana Maharshi, Bhagavan’s question echoed within me: “When are you coming to Tiruvannamalai?” That question did not remain a question for long. It ripened itself. The long vigil of Maha Shivaratri, chanting the Ramana Tamil parayanam and the 26th chapter of the Ribhu Gita, deepened the saṅkalpa into something steady and irreversible. After a week-long Vedanta camp in Rishikesh, the journey unfolded almost on its own. Flights were booked. A car was arranged from Chennai. For the first time, plans were made not for the world or family, but for the Self. And in that sincerity, something remarkable happened: the universe did not resist. No one in the family objected. It was as if life itself stepped aside. Despite war and unrest disrupting travel across the world, when asked, “Are you still going?” the response arose effortlessly: “If it has to happen, it will.” In the bustle of Rishikesh, the mind wandered through sense objects...

    From Flow to Stillness: Back to OM With the saṅkalpa of discovering the Absolute Truth, a lone bird set out toward the East, crossing oceans and uncertainties, brushing past the shadows of war, death, and disease. Its outward journey began near the Golden Gate Bridge and came to rest by the gentle suspension of Janaki Jhula, at the sacred grounds of Arsha Vidya Pitham in Rishikesh. The flow of Ganga Words tremble in the presence of Ganga. They hesitate, as though aware of their own inadequacy. Her brilliance is not merely seen but felt. The mind, restless by habit, finds stillness upon her banks. Seekers gather here like constellations in motion. Yogis hold silence in their postures. Devotees offer songs with arati that echoes into the sky. Some whisper prayers with flowers and diyas, while others attempt to capture eternity through the fleeting eye of a camera.  Some sit quietly at her edge. Some step into her waters and shiver, as if awakening from a long dream. And...

  The whole world dances on my tongue Tha- Tai,  Tha Tai, Dhid Dhid Tai One step by Īśvara, Another step by Maya, They move in harmony. The Whole world dances on my tongue The Word, The Meaning The Pot, The Clay, The Chain, The Gold, The world is the effect, Sat is the Cause, Sat is the Mother, Mother of all beings. I am the Pure Existence (Sat). I am the Sentient (Chit). I am the Limitless (Ananta). The eternal cosmic dance begins on my tongue. I am the choreographer. I am the dancer. I am the audience. The whole world dances on my tongue. Tha- Tai,  Tha Tai, Dhid Dhid Tai ( The first line was given by Swaminiji in the class)

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...