At dawn, I sink again into the sweet waters of the Absolute,
Sat-chit-ananda, sages call it, pure existence-consciousness and bliss,
And emerge with yet another pearl of great price in my hungry maw—
That the I AM’s function is to unfurl one’s destiny, one’s prarabdha karma,
To transmute primeval mountain ranges of thought, speech and action,
Via a bizarre mixture of desire and fear,
Into the mesmerizing dramas that have kept me spinning in delusion for eons.
In my finite form, I am but a pesky ant climbing up the massive leg of an elephant,
And yet I hold a deadly secret—
That this terrible business of life and death,
Of pleasure that is always followed by pain, is only a game,
And that you four are in collusion with the One, to make humans believe
This cosmic theatre you stage so effortlessly is real, oh, what a cosmic joke!
What is the antidote to being trapped in samsara?
First to isolate the I AM, and then to paralyze it with unwavering concentration—
A form of mystical hypnosis that brings the whole befuddling game to an end.
Then the I Am, that rogue sense of separation from which has sprung
Royal dynasties, world wars, genocide and an array of beautiful things too,
Bursts into tears like a disgruntled child.
But don’t stop here— drive the nail in and warn it to cooperate;
Inform it that its collaborators are now your allies;
Say you are aware that, minus the astonishing creativity, power and style
Of Lila, Maya and Kundalini’s serpent fire working in tandem,
It is an impotent genie imprisoned in a glass bottle.
Plead shamelessly with your brilliant comrades:
Lila, Handmaid of the Gods,
Maya, Cosmic Enchantress,
And Kundalini, Fire Goddess who fuels all forays into samsara—
An unstoppable female trio so potent that together they spawn
Quasars, black holes and uncountable galaxies—
Cry HELP ME, for only you can set me free.
On the other side of the darkness of duality,
Is a timeless realm of incandescent love and light,
And it now where I wish to live—
Help me to move permanently out of dismal samsara;
Consider yourselves unmasked as stellar actresses,
Cease your torment and stun yourselves into perfect brilliant stillness,
And gladly walk me home.
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Sigh! There are no words to say or add to this Mira. I am turned inside out – outside in. The symbols your words pronounce take me where I need to be.
How wonderful!!! Love you!
Beautiful writing in concert with profound thought! Thanks for sharing your gift.
Thanks Paul! Good to hear from you – I was just thinking the other day how much your comments on my novels helped me. Write an email when you can if you wish to and catch me up please. Love!