Skip to main content

Beyond the Bend: The Butterfly’s Ascent on Gosai Drive

 

 


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.
Samsara, with its intermittent reinforcements,
binds the jiva with ropes of becoming.

But through repeated Vedantic listening
the knots fall away.
Beyond duality and triad,
beyond space and time,
the butterfly rises.

All bends undone,
Gosai Drive opening the arms
the butterfly flies
higher
and higher
into what has always been.

Labels:

Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 31, 2026 at 5:49 PM

    Felt like words, thoughts and feelings coming out me. 🙏
    Practicing the “down loading the mind” meditation has been helping too.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Just Be ( Summa Iru)

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...
7 comments
Read more

A Tale of Two birds

  A   Tale of two birds Old Īśvara had a farm, And on this farm He had a tree, And on this tree there sat a bird, With a  coo coo  here, and a  coo coo  there, Here a  coo , there a  coo , Everywhere  coo coo ! This bird eats the berries, Some are bitter, some are sweet. Fluttering here, fluttering there, Restless in its endless search. Old Īśvara had a farm, And on this farm He had a tree, And on this tree there sat a jīva, With a  glub glub  here,  and a  glub glub  there , Here a  glub,  there a  glub   , Everywhere  glub glub   ! The jīva whines in sorrow, The jīva whines in fear. Forgetting its true nature,  It suffers birth after birth. Old Īśvara had a farm, And on this farm He had a tree, And on this tree the jīva met the Guru, And the jīva turned into a bhakta. She asks, “Give me this, give me that,” She prays in sorrow and distress. She makes her bargains and deals Slowly c...
3 comments
Read more

Exit from Abhimanyu Syndrome

Exit from Abhimanyu Syndrome Should I sleep away from the drama of the world, Or awaken to the stillness in which it appears? Should I wake up from the dream of the waking state, where name and form parade as truth? Or accept them as they are? Should I stop attempting to rewrite the script of life? Or engage in the scenes of the play with a playful attitude? Should I stop projecting a personal movie, Or recognize that I am the light that makes all images possible? Should I reject the world as a mere phenomenon? Or release identification with body and mind? Should I rest in the wisdom of internal calmness ? Should I be that mystical Swan  meandering gracefully in the water  abiding in self right now? If not I, Who will see this? If not now, When will this seeing occur? Who am I is the question of Viveka What am I up to is the question of Vairagya When there is nowhere to go, and nothing to attain, I dwell in these questions, not seeking answers, for the questions themselves are...
4 comments
Read more