Atmānanda- Laharī

Light of Lights What is the source of light? The sun is the source by day, The lamp, the guide by night. What is the source by which light is seen? The eyes are mirrors reflecting the light. What is the light that gives sight to the eyes? The intellect — the lamp within shines bright. And what is the source that knows the intellect? It is the Self — knower of all knowing. You are the Light of Lights. You are That. Let the darkness of ignorance be gone, Let the Light of knowledge be lit. Let the darkness of me and mine be gone, Let the Light of oneness be lit. Let the darkness of hoarding be shed, Let the Light of letting go be lit. Let the darkness of divisions be removed, Let the Light of unity be lit. Let the darkness of scarcity be destroyed, Let the Light of wealth be lit. Let the lamps of sameness shine in rows, Let the line of Lights within glow! Happy Dīpāvali! Ekashloki किं ज्योतिस्तवभानुमानहनि मे रात्रौ प्रदीपादिकं स्यादेवं रविदीपदर्शनविधौ किं ज्योतिराख्याहि मे । चक्षुस्त...

மெய்ப்பொருள் ஒளி இன்னாரின் பெண் அன்று, இன்பத்தின் வடிவம் அன்று, அன்னாரின் மனைவி அன்று அருளின் நிழலும் அன்று. இவர்களின் அன்னை அன்று , இயல்பின் பெயரும் அன்று, அவர்களின் தங்கை அன்று , அடையாளம் ஒன்றும் அன்று. ஒற்றை உயிராய், நானெனும் பெயர் நீங்கி, உற்றது உடைமையெல்லாம் ஒழிந்தே, வெயிலின் வெம்மைத் தணிக்க வானம் பொழியும், மயிலையின் கயிலையில் கால்பதித்து நின்றே. கற்பகவல்லியும் கபாலியும் கணபதியும், மனம்கவர் செந்தில்வாழ் செழுமணிவண்ணனும், பெயரும் உருவமும் இன்றிப் பேரின்பச் சுடராய், உயரிய பெருஞ்சுடர் ஓங்கார வடிவாய் விளங்கும். அங்கிருக்கும் ஒளியே இங்கும் மிளிரும், அன்பாய் பொங்கும், சத்தாய் பூரிக்கும், எங்கும் எதிலும் ஒருமை நிறைந்து, மங்காத ஆனந்த மெய்ப்பொருளே! Radiance of the Real  Not as someone's daughter, nor as the image of pleasure; Not as someone's wife, nor as. shadow of grace. Not as a mother, nor bound by name and form, Not as a sister nor as any known identity. When 'Me and Mine' dissolved, and all possessions faded away, As rain cools the heat of Chennai, I stepped at  the te...

Tiger’s Nest Monastery Hike — An Adventurous Awakening Journey Within Paro Taktsang , famously known as the Tiger’s Nest Monastery , is one of Bhutan’s most sacred and breathtaking places — perched on a cliffside at an altitude of around 3,100 meters (10,200 feet) in Paro, Bhutan.  It’s not just a hike; it’s a pilgrimage.  We began our hike from the base around 7 AM. Wooden walking sticks rented from locals in hand, Strava app turned on, and spirits eager, we followed our guide, Kinzan, who kindly guided us along. We took a “before hike” photo — smiling, unaware of the lessons waiting ahead. The winding path stretched ahead, shaded by tall trees, strings of prayer flags, with hundreds of steps ascending through the forest.  Around us, travelers from all over the world climbing along—each group led by its own local guide. Step by step, one foot before the other, the hike began.  With every upward step, doubts crept in —  Will I make it?   The walking stick ...

River of Knowledge Flow of life is like a river, Moving on - forever and ever. It never stops for anyone, Washing the sludge, leaving none. Sludge of desire within clings, Breeding stagnation - even for kings   Yet the River flows, serene, unattached, With its gentle current- impurities dispatched. Fulfilled desires may turn to greed, Unfulfilled ones to anger that bleeds. The rapids cleanse both from their berth, Clearing the debris for rebirth. Roasted seeds can never sprout, Roast the ego, burn it out. Walk gently on the bridge of Grace, Guiding by the light from inner space. When spark of jealousy arise, Quench them fast before they rise. Destroy the ignorance without trace, Let the River of knowledge merge with its source  

  Safe Landing at Self Ego rises tall - Mount Everest in pride Attachment to Body - Lhotse by its side Clinging to Mind - Nuptse stands near  while 'Me and Mine echo in the air Little further is the Kanchenjunga gleams world keeps climbing its restless dreams  Fly over the peaks of  rāga and dveṣa , Collecting the seeds of fear and desire. We keep acquiring what we lack Keep guarding what we piled in stacks We call it life of  Yoga and  kṣema , Circling endlessly- action and reward To rise higher, sacrifice the lesser Drop the mundane Yoga and kṣema Abandon all motivated actions  Let pure action be it's own reward Let the universal life take care of you, Circle the peaks, descend the view Meditate within the lotus heart And land safely at Self Bhutan, the land of Thunder Dragon calls  With emerald peaks & sacred falls Glacial Paro flows gently along, nourishing the red rice fields strong At Chunzom, where two rivers meet  Knower and know...

Silence of Wisdom Oh Mind,   There is nothing to do There is nothing not to do There is nothing to gain There is nothing to lose Oh Mind, All that you see n this world   is superficial and transient All you gain int he world has no meaning or value Oh Mind, I know, you then worry about living. Worry is a sign of insecurity Natural things happen naturally   Life continues without any barriers Oh Mind, No need for name and fame in the society The status in the society is a burden in disguise Drop the motivated action with reuslts Work hard and Love all Oh Mind, Chup, be silent!  This silence is not loneliness, This silence is pure oneness! This silence dissolves darkness This silence illuminates This silence is freedom This silence is love This is silence of wisdom