Towards You

Towards You

Reality is unpredictable… it changes every moment…

The false, the artificial l, like death, is static and unchanging…

A religion of reality must take this into account…

Sanātana-dharma is for and from reality… Brahmā, Śiva, Viṣṇu, Gaṇeśa, Durgā, Kali, an endless number of different deities, different windows through which one can reach the One behind the many…

Bhakti, karma, rāja, jñāna, nāda, kuṇḍalinī… opening infinite doors within…

Countless opportunities…

Because we are different…

Even from ourselves…

There are moments that you are a rāja-yogī…… and other times whenjñāna touches you…

There are times when you feel like a real bhakta

Walking in the rain, you feel very meditative… a stroll along the seashore makes you disappear… contemplating a sunset or the smile of a child floods you with devotion…

The Truth must fit the time, place and circumstances… it must flow with reality…

In public, you are a Vaiṣṇava, with your intimate friends, a Śaiva, and alone, there is nothing like being in the lap of your mother…

Reality, as well as life, existence, and human beings, are all so unpredictable… A living religion must be open to the unexpected, to the mystery…

Aano bhadraḥ kritavo yāntu vishwatah, the Ṛg-veda tells us, which means: “Allow any noble idea to come to us from any direction”… This phrase conveys the real attitude of a man of religion…

To open yourself and to allow all that inspires you to come towards you… Where it comes from does not matter. What matters is where it leads you…

What matters is that it leads you towards you…

To Watch

To Watch

To watch… without saying anything

Without blaming…

Without judging…

Only to watch…

To be, to love

To observe yourself, and then…

To watch…

Within my weary soul

I utter two silences…

As before…

As always…

As then…

Only to watch…

To dream realities…

Caress fantasies

Touch dreams

Or perhaps

Only to watch…

To be before

To be always

To be a child…

Simply to be

and only to watch…

To watch, but a lot … perhaps too much

That one…

This one…

The other…

To watch everything and everyone

myself

or, perhaps nothing

We see neither God nor the Truth

But only Divinity, watching you in your watchfulness…

Because when you watch something, you die… time passes, night comes…

But when you watch, you are eternity…

Discovering myself in my naked absence

Knowing that I have never been, nor will I ever be

But only

A pure and simple watchfulness

To watch myself and to discover

That I am only watchfulness

Before the Silence

Before the Silence

(Translated from the original in Spanish)

 

I bow and pray before the silence
Which takes mastery over our hearts
Soothing fire that burns differences
Hushed flame that turns our diversity to ashes
A fragment of the sky reflected in the lake of our soul
Blessed silence, abode to the ineffable
Of what has no name or form, of what has yet to be, and what perhaps will never be
I bow and pray before the silence
That of the lovers
That I saw in your eyes as I took your hand and told you for the very first time… I love you
Voice of the spirit, melody of the soul
Inaudible ocean from which we came and towards which we all go

Seek me

Seek me

(Translated from the original in Spanish)

 

Seek me in the flowers’ scent, in the breeze’ whisper
Seek me in the mountain’s serenity at twilight
Seek me in a child’s smile, in a mother’s embrace
Seek me in the sound of thunder, in the power of lightning
Seek me in the ocean immensity, in the silence of stars
Seek me in consciousness and bliss
Seek me in that and in this
Seek me in your ignorance and you shall find the truth
Seek me in the nothing and you shall find everything
Seek me in love and you will find God
Seek me in what you are and you will see what I am…

 

Your presence

Your presence

Every time that murky clouds darken my sky
My hopes lay in Your Presence
When I latched on to the distractions stone I have descended to the transient and temporal
I have felt your Hand caress in my heart
Then I knew solitude
Your smile was my sun and your embrace my dawn

Your presence is breath in the depth of my suffocation
It is strength in the depth of my weakness
It is courage in the depth of my fears
It is water in the depth of my thirst
Clarity and order at the bottom of my confusion
Light in the twilight
Queen owner of my heart
Your nectarous voluptuous tongue shows me paradise
Life and death shivering in passion
Om Kali Ma….
I offer you my heart and this poem.