I assaulted an enlightened one
With my finger I aimed at him
Nothingness or your life!!!
— I told him —
He gave me nothingness…
But I lost my life…
I left, because I wanted to sell it…
and on the way, nothingness fell…
It seems someone stole it from me.
He will not be put in jail…
Because when a thief robs a thief…
and nothingness is what it’s about …
he has an eternal pardon…
I read that the way is to pick up the phone,
Dial 000000000000,
as that’s the number I’m at,
and ask myself:
Who am I?
But it always happened to be busy.
I took the call, but some guy responded,
who was none other than me.
And just when I finally replied,
I forgot the question.
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… 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
(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
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