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An Invitation to the inner silence




An Invitation to the inner silence

The sun is scorching in Arizona,

Spring is blossoming near Sedona

Vedanta bell is ringing around the corner

As an invitation to the silence inner

With total attention, 

silence and sound merge

Carrying me through the pinnacle peak,

I go along with the gentle breeze in the clear blue skies,

I fall in the flowing mighty Colorado,

I am that small little pebble

sinking slowly to the bottom 

No effort, no struggle

I am, I know, I love

Now and here,

I understand OM is the hOMe

Paripūrṇa cidānandasvarupeṇa avathishtate

Mind dances to a variety of beats

Ta, dhi, ganathom … chaotic notes rearranges 

I pay attention to the silence between the notes

A homogenous monolithic awareness

reveals itself as the Rockfellow Dome

I go broad and deep,

I include all, I love all

There is no boundary

There is no center

Me and mine disappears,

I abide in the absolute existence, absolute knowingness, absolute bliss

Paripūrṇa cidānandasvarupeṇa avathishtate



Roadrunners gently squeak at the backyard

I watch the desires and fears off guard

I rise above the pairs of opposites

I rise above pain and pleasures

I rise above the so called

knowledge and ignorance

Saguaro cactus grow slow, but very tall

I learn to grow from low to high

I rise above from the world to God

I close the gap, with understanding

I learn to keep the mobile self at a low key

I abide as the immobile, simple and single


Sun scope shows the red hot Sun,

I see real in the solar orb

Filtering all but one wave,

Sakshi scope reveals the real self,

Filtering all ideas and beliefs 

Smashing all superstitions

Demolishing deep rooted notions,

I see real in all,

I see real within,

I clean the window,

Sun reveals itself

I abide in the absolute existence, absolute knowingness, absolute bliss

Paripūrṇa cidānandasvarupeṇa avathishtate


Swami TV camp Phoenix, Arizona May 2025







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