belligerence

three of my friends following this blog ask me why there has been no new postings for the past many days. it is not true i was too busy to find time for the blog.

i was just not weightless and at the zero these past 10 days. when you are not at the zero there is no creativity in you.

conflicts arise when you are too involved. your involvement does not tolerate threats, not even little disturbances. you are like a tigress guarding its cubs.

this condition makes you tense. the mind is restless and no longer mirrors the truth. and i have kept my blog the mirror of the truth i see.

how to get out of it is the challenge...

watch yourself. keep watching yourselves as though you are another person, dispassionate and uninvolved. attachment is the issue; it is the problem. it makes you belligerent, a separate entity in conflict with the whole.

this belligerence can cease only when you know the essence of karma yoga. i know it at the theoretical level, but knowing it at the theoretical level is different from knowing it deep within.

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cyclone (total transformation)

the atmosphere is stacked layer over layer from sea level upwards into the regions of nothingness.

the cyclone is when all layers are involved in a total spiralling movement, from bottom upwards layer after layer past the vent into nothingness.

it is an unhindered sublimation of energy, a spiralling into the beyond.

once the monsoon currents have fallen into their pattern there will be no cyclones because a strong and steady current will be flowing from east to west at upper levels creating a lid that closes all approach for the winds spiralling at lower levels to the opening into the total freedom beyond.

under enforced limits there can only be limited manifestations of creative expression.

in meteorology these limited manifestations are called low pressure systems, depressions and deep depressions.

these drive the rains and serve ground level purposes but since the lid is on at a particular level the spiralling beyond into the stage of the cyclone is not a natural thing to happen in the monsoon season.

how analogous monsoon mateorology is to creative expression in life regimented within limits set at different levels from person to person, circumstances to cicumstances!

a cyclone is possible only when we break the lid and take all the individual levels of our being, physical and mental, spiralling into the supraphysical and supramental regions of the unknowable.

this is what Sri Aurobindo teaches in his Integral Yoga--total transformation.

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(image: abstract.desktopnexus.com)

monsoon night

a fruit bat circling
my cherry tree, the crickets
chirping rain happy...

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screensaver

her smiling face is my screensaver.
each time i switch on the computer she lights up the screen her smile.
she has a dimple on her left cheek,
a twinkle in her eyes
and a reflection playing on the softness of her lips.
her temple is the shrine holding the hidden knowledge
of all ages past, all ages yet to come.
my screensaver is the mirror of the truth of everything.

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cheers!

these days i find myself moving as though delicately balancing a large sheet of thin glass on the pinpoint of my head, without the prayerful support of my palms, as brittle and vulnerable as that, the slightest puff of the wind can be my undoing, and yet i carry it off some days, just imagine the bubbling exilleration of it, when at the end of the day, i pour soda water into a peg measure of brandy, and say, unto the world, cheers!

(my friends don't know what makes me so happy!)

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hero

like the fielder at deep long off,
moving in from the boundary line
as the bowler begins his runup,
and when the batsman hits, hard and low,
swooping in and diving full length
to pouch the ball,
just half-an-inch above the ground!

and then glowing in the glow of the gallery!

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zero

to put yourself at the zero position is a difficult thing to do.
when there, you glide like an eagle high in the clouds,
gliding,
not a feather moving,
moving into the mist of the clouds,
and then gliding into sunlit surprises,
blinking,
seeing all things moving and static on earth,
seeing with the eyes of the eagle,
and when the prey scurries, far down below,
acting,
acting with a tilt and flap-flap of the wings,
and swooping in to lift the thing
clean off the ground.

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