The battle...

...of the sexes

I really wanted to find a beautiful picture to match this post which is a request from Robbie, and thought this was the best!
When we talk of the male and the female sex, it is not even at the level of the mind, leave alone the soul, which is neither male nor female, tall nor short, good nor bad, but one homogenous matrix that is present in everything and everywhere.
The battle if any is just at the physical level and the gross mind, very close to the body level of thinking.
And what we think is a battle, is indeed not so too. It is a struggle for evolution. And evolution, growth and progress can happen only when there is a challenge to the present conditions. Speaking from my own experience, I have heard people complain: Oh what womanhood, so many trials and tribulations, so many people to answer to, so much to bear with resilience and silence..." But any amount of withstanding of challenges thrown at you from whatever direction is to strengthen one's own experience to get back to the now. And whoever has the most of it, is indeed fortunate.

And it ought to be a battle of the sexes, because that is the major factor separating human from human, besides many other smaller or bigger factors such as caste, language, religion or nationality.
When the point of view shifts to the physical, the gross mind, the battle is bound to be. But when the focus shifts to the consciousness within, then there is no battle. If any wound is inflicted upon, it is for one's own growth, one's own progress. How else is one to realise the sad state of affairs one has been caught in. If there is no fight, there is no struggle, there is no pain, there is no existence.
The battle of the sexes, is the very essence of Sansar which has to be observed and transcended. It is inevitable. It is necessary, if the world has to turn round and round.

Swahilya's

....Kutir

I am aware my blog has been stagnating since Tamil New Year, when I posted 'An Ode to Akshara Griha.' Well, the reason for this delay is 'Swahilya's Kutir.' In the heart of the bustling city of Chennai, in a corner space is this little kutir that I stay, colourful screens constantly fluttering in the wind, wind chimes, chirping music by the birds and squeaking squirrels, breaking the silence surrounding the solitude.
'Ashram' is a place where one just comes, to relax, let the agitations of body and mind settle down, get refreshed and rejuvenated and get charged to face the world with more and more of divine inspiration. It was my wish that I should stay in an ashram - and that has now happened in a very small place, just where I stay, an ashram in miniature model.
This is a place where the old meets the new, the most ancient building space, named Gitalaya, because the owners were brought up on the Bhagavad Gita, built during the year of Indian Independence. Modern with the use of simple gadgets that help in the fast-paced lifestyle.
Symbolic of all that meditation is all about, being rooted and at the same time expressing as the most freshest of flowers and leaves, branching out into space. It is a blending of Sansar and Sanyas, almost at the threshold, where the hectic work of family and office go on side by side with the silence of travelling inward into my own self.

And there's just one thing left with me to offer at the end of it all, myself with gratitude.

*****

An ode to...

Akshara Griha

Akshara Griha was the name I gave my house, which came to me by nothing other than sheer grace. It was when I needed a piece of land to call my own, I searched and then sat down, giving up everything and surrendering. The house that was waiting two years unoccupied, happened like a miracle, through random casual conversations, in just a week's time.

But the moment I stepped in, the beauty with which pictures, photographs and statues and pieces of art and material use found their place, showed to me the conscious presence of the all within four walls.

It was a conscious entity by itself, I saw. It had its period of cacophony and eutrophy and abundant moments of symphony and order, following a conscious pattern. There were times when I went far, far away from my home only to return and find that the moment I step in, I feel quiet, meditative, peaceful, the undescribable presence filling me up.

Letting open the door facing east brought in a piece of the Universe every morning and how many an opportunity to realise the divine presence has the door lens, the boiling tea in the kitchen, the lamps and incense in the meditation space, the soft winds from the living room, the hot water from the geyser, the synchrony of space and matter in the walls and the self-tidying process of nature in the sleeping room, the calling bell which sings Om Namah Shivaya, Jai Jai Ram Jai Shri Ram and the Gayatri Mantra, has never failed to let me know who is it that knocks at the door.

Today, I had to move out of that place to another place in my city and I find it is the same space, the same music, the same synchrony, the same silence and in fact, more and more of it. My journey through time and space continues and Akshara Griha was an important milestone.

What is...

...and should be

The past two days my mind was tossed about with a Hamletian confusion of a different kind - it was not thankfully a question of 'To be or not to be,' but between 'What is and what should be.'
Though in reality I know that everything is one spiritual essence, there is always a nagging botheration of missing something dear in space and time.
I put it across to my Guru, Swami Akshara, when he happened to make a rare appearance on my chat box as he does to many a disciple. It was one of the most liberating Satsanghs I had when his reply to my expressions of a confusion led me to a confluence in the end.
Those words which I noted down, I have etched them and have his permission to share it with you: "The distance between 'what is' and 'what should be' is the cause for all misery. That's called 'Bondage.' And freedom from that is known as 'Liberation.' What is' = Present. 'What Should be' = Future. 'What should have been' = Past. People get trapped in the last two, mostly.
'What should be' leads to anxieties and fantasies. 'What should have been' leads to regrets. And 'What is' leads to truth, fulfilment. The mind is denying the present and seeking the absent."
Even as I was reading them, I watched how my mind tried to escape into the future of what should be, or in the past of what was once and how it wouldn't sit now in the present moment.
It was a liberating revelation.

Presence...

...Experience

These last few days have been a glimpst of the experience of uninterrupted presence in my life. While practising Yoga, I saw that the moving of the body is to experience the presence outside as much as I can stretch and bend. Pranayama is to experience the presence within, through the air we breathe and finding out where the air stops and gets back. Knowledge is to study the presence of the divine in the space within the mind. Nada Yoga is to see and experience the presence in the silence at the end of and through every sound. That silence and space is a holder for the presence.
Everything holds the presence. The presence holds everything in it. It doesn't matter if we win or lose, slip and fall and rise again, the presence is always there and the same. Just experiencing, like these trees.

Mouna Guru...

...Dakshinamoorthy

It was in the stillness of this lake
In a remote verdant village called Kattupalli
Off the hustle and bustle of industrial north Madras
I discovered the Lord of Silence
Mouna Guru Dakshinamoorthy
Seated quietly in meditation
This village faced several threats
Its ecosystems were gearing
To get absorbed into petrochemical "parks"
But the media intervened in time
And the scientists, environmentalists
Stakeholders and many others followed
The project was shelved
But the threat is still there
The threat, that the stillness
Quietitude and meditation
Of this beautiful village
Will soon be robbed, looms large
It is my dream
That here should happen
An ecological park and bio-research station
To cater to the need of students and scientists
And for those like me who
Touch and feel silence
A beautiful Ashram
Where there is space and time
For meditation and silence.

- Swahilya.

Maha...

...Shivaratri

The time has come
To meditate upon the formless
Called by many with many names
God, Energy, Being, Self,
Allah, Christ, Omkar or Shiva
Silence, Nothing, Everything,
Zen and the Tao
The cosmic one that manifests as many
Many forms and names
All of the one essence
Whose presence they say
Will be felt in abundance
On the Mahashivaratri
The day of penance for the Yogis
To celebrate the day of the
Lord of the Yogis
Shiva, they call him
The planets aligned so
To keep the spine erect
All night from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m.
Seated in meditation, chanting or singing
Doing nothing, but just remember the presence
It is no new presence or happening
But a conducive atmosphere
To experience the one
That is already within
Dormant and unnoticed.

- Swahilya

Love...

...is like a garden

To love is like
Tending a garden
Tilling the soil
Pouring in the required
Water for the moisture
Allowing sunlight
And fresh air
The love just remains
But there is also a love
Where one merges
With the Universe
There no tilling
Nurturing
Nor nourishing
Is required
And in this love
There are not just gardens
But whole lush forests
With all the beautiful animals
The giant mountains
The flowing rivers
Rushing cataracts
Wide oceans and placid lakes
Green fields dancing in the breeze
All beneath the roof of
A beautiful sky
Bedecked with the sun and moon
And all those stars
The love of abandon
Is as wide and deep
Infinite and eternal
As the Universe.

- Swahilya

Nadopasana...

....surrounded by a world of music

As music closes in on me
Listening to chants of Shiva
And my most favourite bhajan
Gourangu Ardhangu Gangatharange
Again and again on my walkman
As I drive through the four directions
Of this lively city
I see that music is a zone of subtle vibrations
That lies deep deep within my being
Listening or singing connects me
The height of the body is just
Five feet plus
But the mind's height has no expanse
It is infinite
And music keeps me united ever
With that eternity.
Feet on the ground
Yet mind in the high zones
Of silence and bliss
I move on and on.
- Swahilya

The test...

....of truth

My blog is the first thing on my mind
Whenever I think about writing
But getting the time to sit quietly
To simply write what I feel
Is getting rare as I spin
Around the city from morning to night
When my mind gets full of things to do
I can almost see its fabric being stretched
Breaking into splinters
Then I remind myself
Lots of things to be done
That's alright
The problem is when I am planning
For the next moment
So I am practising the art
Of living in this moment
Living it the best
That will be the greatest achievement
And the rest shall take care of itself
In this way I am enjoying what I do
As I did this drama
Of Raja Harishchandra
Staged by the boys
Of the Sri Ramakrishna Students' Home
The story of the king
Who stood for truth
At the cost of his kingdom
His child, his wife, his everything
The little children acted
Yet their voices had the ring of truth
That sent my energy surging through
As I watched the, I was being in that Truth.
- Swahilya