Atmānanda- Laharī

    The Sacred Syzygy  Infected by ignorance subtle and deep, I wandered through births with no lasting sleep, Suffering through samsara, searching for release, I roamed everywhere longing for peace. As the Earth stands directly between  the Sun and Moon in a straight line, I gracefully encountered the Guru, the radiant Full Moon, serene, sublime. Ever luminous and whole, gently pushing from without, while pulling from within,  a knowing light that clears the night and ends the reign of ignorance. The fullbright scholar of the cosmos, shining even when the Sun is veiled, breaking the shackles of time, The all pervading radiant knowingness, dissolving the constraints of space, The eternal essence of everything, eroding the boundaries of object hood. The non-dual ultimate reality,   not separate from God, Guru and the Self,  guiding far beyond the confines of ‘me and mine’. Now all that is, is the Self alone, whole, complete, eternal, free, the One ...

  Let me die beautifully Let me soar like an eagle, lifting into vastness, carried by divinity, by quiet ecstasy, gently dissolving into the sky, making way for those yet to rise. Let me fall like an autumn leaf, loosening from the branch with tenderness and grace a departure beyond the logic, incalculable and unpredictable. Let me enter death with full awareness: that all which is born, all that takes form, must pass through the event called death. Not yielding to fear and trembling, not shrinking in sorrow, not clinging to breath through a forest of tubes, not resisting, not postponing but meeting it with a quiet joy, surrendering the indomitable ego, receiving in return a boundless, unbroken awareness. submitting the restless noise of mind revealing an impeccable silence pure, luminous, and untouched. With the knowing that death is not distant; it lives here, now, in every inhale, every exhale, where the miracle of living unfolds. And from this knowing, a new passion to live ari...

An Appointment with Self Asked to lie down on the machine, Gently guided by the technicians. Legs rest upon a triangular pillow As the body slides Into a hollow cylinder. Eyes closed, Ears plugged Against the thunderous rhythm. Breath In. Out. The wandering mind pauses. Thoughts slowly recede. Head-space softens Into heart-space. A descent From thinking To being. Existence is felt In everything. Intelligence Fills every space. Love Pervades, Endlessly. Silence, At the heart of thunder. Meditation Within an MRI.