Atmānanda- Laharī

  Surfing in Consciousness Southern California, waves folding into the shore, surfers learning to watch and ride, not be carried away by the Pacific swell. Deep in the unconscious, buried like ancient seeds, rest the memories of this life, and of lives forgotten. They rise unannounced as desires and fears. A desire appears a small, glistening wave. Watch it. Ride above it. It falls back into stillness. Obstructed, desire hardens becomes anger. A towering wave, crashing with force. Watch it. Ride above it. It too dissolves. Again, a stirring fear, a trembling ripple, a bubble at first, spreading into grief that overflows its shores. Watch it. Ride above it. It returns to silence. Another wave born of indulgence, of senses unrestrained. Guilt rises, circling restlessly, again and again. Watch it. Ride above it. It subsides. Each wave, a teacher, whispering the same truth: You are not the wave. You are the ocean, vast and boundless.  You are the water in which all waves rise, pla...

  Atma Nishta I am whole; free of any limitations. Moments of joy visit, where limitations are forgotten, something vast shines through. I am not this body; it stands before me as seen. Am I in the body, or is the body floating in me? The mind manufactures thoughts. The mind stores memories. I am not the mind, a restless archive of passive thoughts. Thoughts are lighted by me, the consciousness. Ahankara, the intellect, also comes and goes, wearing roles like shifting garments. I am not the intellect; I was, before its first question even arose. In the waking state, the show begins. the world appears, the characters narrate the script, In dream, another stage appears, inner skies, silent scripts. In deep sleep, the curtains fall. Yet whether the show plays or dissolves, I remain, the light in which all appears. I am in and through; yet beyond, I transcend all. I am everything. I am one without a second. I am everywhere. Space unfolds in me Time moves on me. unclinging and untouched...

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...