Love’s Reset – poem

Season’s Love and Joy to All!

Love’s Reset

Cresting the looming mountain ridge,
Venus heralds the dawn;
From unseen sun, for me a bridge
From night to light, clear-born.

That love should foretell living bliss
Can be for none surprise,
But to hint pain all are remiss
In joy of Venus’ rise.

Venus reflects sun’s constant light,
Yet brings love to our heart.
But whose clear wit can be so bright
To know love as God’s dart,

A point to pierce the ruse of form
That makes of love delusion?
Reset love! God’s sun-sure light,
To guide heart’s profusion.

Free from mind’s pain-filled division,
Let love as God shine pure—
One Self as all, our clear decision,
From meditation sure.

19 December 2020

Morning fire, dawn

Brijendra RW Eaton

 

Space Light – Rebirth of the Universe…Oh, Yes!, Brijendra

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Rebirth of the Universe…Oh, Yes!

29 August, 1999
The reality of any moment is You. Choose any moment, any moment you have known, a favorite one, a hated one, a moment that will one day be. Or how about this very one, this very moment? The unchanging reality of any moment you might choose is You, of any moment I might choose is Me, known as You there, Me here, and personally, Me or I everywhere.
The canvas of every moment that has ever been is Me, indivisible Me. Any being who comes to be, at some level of competence knows “Me.” Or, “I am.” It tries to live, not to die. It tries to experience its expanded Self through forms. Expands through possession, through propagation and progeny, through learning, seeing, hearing, through thinking, feeling. The force of the infinite being of Me effects itself in all these ways in the field of forms, My Universe. How lush and random is my universe! How vastly without meaning, containing and being the Being of all meaning! Except for one stability: the source of it all. and that is Me, the permeating sap of the universe of Me.
And turning there, that level of Me, the Source: infinite moment where measure does not mean, where moment does not matter, being before, during and after matter, the moment that always is, at any level of Me from toe to top to toy, from head to height, and space to light. And then the beautiful ones: from body to brawn, and brawn to brain, to ego, to Self and the delicious first times of Self-awakening until those times of no Self-sense at all when there is no other and you know that must be God who alone is and as the speaker and thinker is Guru I love, as Guru, for there is no other way to love than to be unutterably utterly One.

Shiv Raatri Dawn (Sonnet), Brijendra

Shiv (or Shiva) represents the absolute, eternal samaadhi, or infinite meditation. Shiv is a devtaa, a form of god, represented as simultaneously wild and blessed, usually seated in meditation. His untamed hair flows down, some of it in a top knot, and above or in the hair is a crescent moon. The Ganga, river of life-giving shakti and inspiration, flows from the top of his head, from the Absolute.   He is adorned with snakes and scorpions, meaning he is ever blissful, unbothered by them, and they are not afraid of him for he is the innocent one, the bestower of boons.

Shiv Raatri, the night of Shiv celebrates the absolute depth of samaadhi, the eternal source of all that is. So, it is a night of tapasya, with devotees often remaining awake all night to receive Shiv’s blessings. On Shiv Raatri there is no moon, meaning no manifestation, no reflection into form.
The poem was written the morning of the day of Shiv Raatri. I was sitting by my fire outside, meditating in the early hours before dawn when Jupiter and a thin sliver of the crescent moon rose from behind the mountain I was facing. On that mountain top is a Shiv temple, Bijli Mahadev, and Jupiter and the crescent moon rose above the temple. I watched them rise in the clear dark night and began to write this sonnet, aware that I was experiencing an auspicious moment.

Shiv Raatri Dawn (Sonnet)

Shiv moon in the night of Shiv Raatri?
But it was just the morning of Shiv’s night.
Mere lunar phenomenon could not be,
Nor explain the dawning of divine sight.
My small fire lit the world around me,
But Jupiter and Shiv ruled the vast sky.
So was I drawn from wooden flames to see
As Eternal Presence reigned my I.
For world reads like a book to the vision
Beyond mere orbits and phases of moon.
We should not suffer hells of misprision
In thinking that one day God will come soon.
Ask of the master the why and the how,
And live the Shiv Night of God’s Pure Bliss now.

22 February, 2020
Brijendra

Space Light – A Glimpse on Devotion, Brijendra

Introduction

I am starting these writings with the first issue of Space Light. Back in 1999, inspired by my newly acquired email account, I offered to send out emailed issues of writings I was doing on meditation and the philosophy of Yog to people I thought might be interested in receiving them. These writings tended to be on a topic of yogic Self-knowledge I chose to explore missed in with snippets of satsangs with Swami-ji, Swami Shyam. Since much of the time I was musing in these writings, I later called them just that, musings.

Recently, I decided to pull these issues into book form, planning to call it Space Light, the title of the emailed series. Hearing this, my friend Shree suggested offering them on a blog. And here we are.

I may periodically add some current expressions on meditation and Self-knowledge.

Knowledge and love,

Brijendra

A Glimpse on Devotion

20 August, 1999

I went to satsang yesterday. It had been two weeks since I had gone. For one reason or another I had skipped a week. By the time I went, it was as if I had to overcome some kind of resistance to going. I just get so dug into my own space in my kuteer. Sometimes I don’t see anyone for a day or two at a time. By the end of the day, I realize I haven’t said a word all day, a kind of automatic maun, observance of silence. I pursue my various projects, meditate and do saadhanaa, write, for a long time now no music, no painting. Watching the mind, knowing the Self, expressing sometimes through giving some classes, sometimes through letters.

Email has been quite good for that, allowing for a much more timely response, a sense of closer connection in time and space. I enjoy the moment of sending and receiving. There’s still a magic in it for me, a child-like delight, that I can write to my son Ryan in Seattle, my cousin in Rochester, Mahabir in Montreal, others all over the place, and all in an instant. Such a sense of efficiency!

In satsang, Swamiji talked about the Gita verse “You have the right to act, you do not have the right to the fruits of actions.” (Bhagavad Gita, Chap II:47) He talked about how this verse had confused so many people as they tried to act without attending the results of their actions. His point: If you don’t keep your attention on the fruit of action, then how will you do actions? And if you just act, as the first part says, without keeping your attention on your goal, then actions will become chaotic. It will just be random action with no purpose. You will have to attend the fruit in order to move towards your goal.

But this is being said for the one who is confused and has become paralyzed into inaction, and then has concluded that inaction is knowledge. That is useless, nay, detrimental to living a life. Krishn is talking in order to get Arjun to start acting. Otherwise, he’s finished, and everything will be a mess for him. We must attend the fruits of our actions but know where the fruits are coming from: Krishn, Pure Being. A human being needs to become strong and one-pointed in his or her action, so Krishn is emphasizing the right to act. The verse is a challenge to Arjun to start thinking about what is happening and about what he is thinking.

Everybody spoke at some point or another. When I was on the seat, he praised the new Gita and told me he’s still reading it, up to Chapter X. He said it will be a pocketbook version. He really likes that idea.

Later, talking to Mira about her doing pooja every day in the pyramid and about her idea of devotion and claiming that she would do whatever he told her to do, he said that there are two kinds of bhakti –– apar bhakti and par bhakti. Apar (not beyond) bhakti is involved with form, such as being devoted to a form of God or Guru as separate from oneself. Par Bhakti, he said, is knowing that the Self is indivisible and One, one’s own Self. It is beyond division.

For a few minutes, he said Mira should do pooja in the pyramid all through satsang every day because she had told him that she would do whatever he said. As soon as he pronounced this sentence upon her, she became sad. She said, “Do you really mean that?”

Swamiji: “I am saying it.”

Mira: “But sometimes you say to me that unless you say it three times I should not take it literally.”

Swamiji slowly and methodically repeated it three times, letting each word sink in. He let her stay in the effect of that for a while; and then he relented, saying she didn’t have to abide by his words, she could just do it when she was ready to do it. He was lighting up our statements such as “I will do whatever you say, Swamiji,” showing that the person already has something in their mind about what they actually want even while saying they will do anything.

If we want to be devoted around Guru-ji, we’d better be clear and intelligent about it. In other words, we still have to purify the ways in which our minds work and become aware of those ways. His interaction with Mira was a classic case of his elucidating a point through using a little drama. On the topic of devotion, he has humorously said that he is the greatest devotee. But there is nothing facile, cliché, or dumb about his devotion. He is guiding us to understand that devotion is the final result of exquisitely honed intelligence and Self-awareness—devotion to the Indivisible One.