Life Divine

Who's the real Guru?

2012-01-04T23:18:00.001-08:00

What I learn from one Guru I do on the basis of what I've learned from another.
So how can I say who is better.
How can I say who is the real one.

Searching for Love

2012-01-02T23:49:00.001-08:00

I looked for it in despair
I though of it in weather fair

I looked ahead
I looked in days that were gone and dead

I searched for it high and low
What it was I could not know

Rushing searching everywhere
I could not find it anywhere

It seems all so clear
When I look back in times that now are past
My days with you they were lost
You were the love I was searching everywhere

The Tiger's Pride

2011-11-11T02:29:00.000-08:00

The dog stirred from his rest
Oh! my legs they hurt so much
Sleep is never quite enough
I wonder today what I'd get to eat
Hope I can find some tasty meat

The mouse who neither had much heart nor a mind
Ran in just about in time
The cousin cats spoke in whispers low
He's always busy just scurrying this stupid mouse
Wonder if he's ever in his house

The mouse squeaked to the squirrel by his side
I hope all this ends very soon
I have many to meet before it's noon

Sitting down made the monkey itch
I think I'd feel better if I swing a little
jump and switch

As all the timid creatures sat down
without a sound
The tiger took his place on higher ground

I never slip I cannot fall
I am the first amongst you all
All creatures faint with my little roar
I do better on any score

I have swam across a rising tide
Not a scratch I have anywhere on my hide

And just as he was to begin another story
of greater feats and bigger glory
The crow sitting in pretense on the tree up high
Dropped something dirty in the tiger's eye

The tiger could not roar or scream
Didn't even know if he should cry

It is time and I must go
I have bigger things to do he said
as he turned around and sped

With us and within us

2011-11-11T02:26:00.000-08:00

True, Good, Beautiful, Strong, Affectionate, Joyful, Grateful, Giver, Doer, Awakened, Unconstrained, Steady, Clear, Radiant, Alive, Valiant, Perceptive, Persistent, Forgiving, Exuberant, Fair...are just a few qualities of Vishnu.

Vishnu has thousand names and even that does not encompass all that can be said about him.

Call him God. Call it an element in the universe. But there is no denying that these qualities exist all around. It existed before anything came into being. Or how else could it have manifested itself. It will exist even after the universe comes to an end. Because it is not contained in anything and everything contains it. Every atom is filled with his presence.

Whenever and wherever we encounter these qualities it enriches our life.These qualities exist in everything around us and in us. To the extent that we are able to realise these qualities in ourselves, we lift ourselves and touch with grace the lives of those around us. To the extent that we realise these qualities we move closer to him.

Whenever you see exceptional grace, beauty, intelligence, strength, persistent...know that you are looking at him.

He is with us and in us. Always. We need to only wake-up and realise that.

The Donkey and the Meadow

2011-10-18T23:31:00.000-07:00

It was a beautiful morning bright and new
The meadow shone as the sun lit up the morning dew

The squirrels ran up and down
On the few tree that were around

The butterflies skipped from flower to flower
The crickets screeched out in loud roars

The birds sang free as they dashed around
The bees passed by with a humming sound

The Donkey busy and unhappy was thinking to himself
O poor me O poor me

Why can't there be some donkeys more
They would know just how I feel for sure

The world is such a burden for all to see
Why can't all these creatures be just like me

Look at the flowers they just stand around
And hurt my nose as I reach for the ground

The grass it just grows too short
My neck it hurt from reaching out such a lot

There is so much to do and long miles for me to pound
I wish I could turn off all this hurting sound

The owl sorry at the Donkey's fate
Called out to him - hear me my mate

There's a need for everyone there is a place for all to be
The world's so pretty just look up and see

I can't I have much to do you see
My shoulder drop for all the weight on me

Oh! what a shame no one can see
O poor me O poor me

Quieter Stiller Stronger Now

2011-10-17T05:21:00.000-07:00

Standing quite calm and still
She loves the ground on which lives
Wondering if she could touch the sky
Never vain just in a sincere honest try

She once danced with every passing breeze
Greeted every morning's sun with glee
She's quieter now, more still and strong
As though listening for some deeper sound

But when the sky is a purple hue
And sometimes in the early winter dew
You can see her glow and shine
Like at first when she was just new

And She Flows

2011-10-17T05:10:00.000-07:00

As I stand and watch her rushing by
Sometime quicker sometimes a little slow
I whisper a little cry
You look so fresh and new
Will you be with me for moments few?
She smiles at me as she passes by

I call out again
Can you not a moment spare
O! Won't you wait?
She turns a little as if to say
I have to rush I am already late

I ask again now with a little despair
But where do you go?
Where do you stay?
I go far and for long
To where the ocean's deep and blue
But it's not my home
There I don't stay

With rain and with winter dew
I will be soon back with you
But now I must run I must go
To the trees and farms I want to flow
I can't stand I can't wait
I must run free
That's the only way I'll ever be

The Bloom

2011-10-17T05:09:00.000-07:00

The Sky is blue the Sun is bright
The winter now is far behind
As she swings a little side to side in the early morning air
She stands happy, spreading cheer
To big and small all who come near

Sometimes when the rain's too hard
Or the Sun too strong
She closes up a little as if in despair
But when the sun mellows down
the rain is gentler and returning home again
I watch with pleasure
and sometimes I stare
As she's back to laugh and to share

Forgive Them

2011-10-17T04:59:00.000-07:00

Forgive those who've hurt you.
Forgive those who have used you.
Forgive those who have tried to take things from you.
Forgive those who let you down.
Forgive those who've deceived
Forgive those who've been ungrateful
Forgive those who've been unkind
Forgive those who've been unfair

Forgive them because they are unfortunate
Forgive them because they have been hurt themselves
Forgive them because they were never taught any better
Forgive them because they do not understand any better
Forgive them because they are empty inside

Forgive and be free

Can You?

2011-10-12T01:37:00.000-07:00

You maybe having fun but are you happy?
You might be popular but can people trust you?
You are expressive but do you make sense?
You are intelligent but are you sincere?
You have ideas but can you follow them to the end?
You can make friends easily but do old friends value you?
You want to teach but can you learn?
You want to talk but can you listen?
You have the energy but do you have the direction?
You have a job but are you doing good work?
You want to have things but can you also give them away?
You can run but can you stand still?
You want to be loved but can you love?

Silence is the Answer

2011-10-08T01:32:00.000-07:00

Even words are not possible without the space in between. Even speech is not possible without the silence in between. You cannot work cannot go on endlessly without rest. Like wise, new thoughts are not possible without pausing to think. You cannot change direction without stopping to run. Even the heart cannot go one without the rest in between every beat.

Meditation is about bringing the mind to silence. Meditation is about stilling your mind. Only when your mind is still can new thoughts come in. Only when your mind stops racing in a certain direction can it turn to something else.

This pause, This stillness, occurs all the time, but is so brief that it goes unnoticed. Meditation is about stilling the mind for longer, more often. It is when the mind is still for longer that more profound thoughts appear. It is when you can still the mind more often that it becomes possible to learn and do new and different things.

Meditation starts by observing your thoughts. Slowly you begin to notice the silence in between. Then the silence, the pause grows in length. Then it to happen more often. As this happens, a deeper and deeper understanding builds up.

But then, you may ask, where do these thoughts come from? Where does this understanding come from? The answer to that is to be found in the meditation itself. The answer to it is the sames as the answer to the questions - Where did life come from? Where did this universe come from? Where did this existence come from? Where did it all come from?

Silence is the answer.

But to understand the answer, you must experience the silence first.

Seeking God

2011-10-08T01:28:00.000-07:00

Those who seek God for worldly goods are fools. Those who think that achievement and wealth can bring them happiness are fooling themselves. Their pursuit is certain to end in disappointment.

God must be sought for what he is. The creator of all things. The greatest joy in life is to understand the mysteries of life and the universe around us. The greatest of the joys lies is creating something of value. The greatest of the joys in life lies in being of use to the world. Knowing the mysteries of life is knowing God. Creating is being God like. Being of help to others is doing like Him.
Whatever comes to you as a result of that - love, riches, respect, power is incidental. It cannot be the purpose for which you do things.

To know the mysteries of life take interest in whatever you do. To create something, keep an open mind. To be of help to others look out for those who are in need.

Forgive Yourself First

2011-10-08T01:27:00.000-07:00

First of all learn to forgive yourself. Sometimes, we are too hard on ourselves.
While life and living is about exerting yourself to bring out your best. Sometimes we are in too much of a hurry. Sometimes we define excellence and success and happiness too narrowly. Sometimes we lose sight of that which is special in us. In the process, subjecting ourselves to undertake things that we may not like the most or be the best at. Or do things that is out of tune with our rhythm and pace in life.

Forgive yourself, because even the most talented people fail. Even the most talented people have to try repeatedly. Even the most talented of people have to go through the grind.

Forgive yourself. Because you are more than your mistakes. You are more than your limitations. You are more than your failures. You are more than anything that can be said about you.

Forgive yourself and be happy. Forgive yourself and look forward to the possibilities that lie ahead. The past is dead and gone.

I can hear my Master cry

2011-09-22T00:12:00.000-07:00

The Master is disappointed with me
I can see that in every eye
I can feel it in me and inside

Can't cover it up with things
Can't drown it in all the wine
Can't forget it in stories
Can't silence it by talk
Not by all the lies

It shows up on my face
Always and all the time

And still he calls out again and again
watch out! don't let yourself fall
Wake-up! Stand-up high
I know it's hard
but just give it a little try

He calls out again and again
fainter but without respite

This and that

2011-09-17T01:59:00.000-07:00

I asked of this and I asked for that
I told you this and I told you that
I thought you this and I thought you that
I talked of this and I talked of that.
I looked in you for this and I looked in you for that

I showed me to be this and I showed me to be that.

That you are better than all the this and that of me,
This I saw when in your eyes I caught the ugly sight of me

I thank...

2011-08-25T03:34:00.000-07:00

I thank the night for how else would I know the beauty of the day
I thank the cold and wet and hard or how else would I know of the warmth and dry and soft

I thank the heartless for they show, how to love, and how to adore
I thank the illness or how else would I know of health and spring and living more
I thank the the lazy or how else would I know the worth working more

I thank the fools or how else would I know the worth of wise
I thank the conceited and the vice, for how else would I know of grace and rise

I thank the stubborn, for they taught me how to yield
I thank the deceitful, for who is true now I know

I thank the sloppy, they taught me lessons of earnest care
I thank the quitter, for they teach me to persist and to dare

I thank the darkened sky, for they show me the beauty of the starlit night
I thank the emptiness of the space, for it tells me I am at home alright

I thank the hurry I thank the rush, it taught me how to stand and stare
I thank the noise, I thank the blare, or how would I know of silence clear

I thank the treachery of death and end, for it tells me I am life with long miles yet to go that never-end.

How can our story be any different

2011-08-08T02:05:00.000-07:00

All of human history is the rise and fall and rising again of men.
It is a story of people failing to rise and rising when it mattered most.
Of falling to miserable depths and of rising to divine heights.
It is a story of brilliance and grave errors.
It is a story of unquestionable loyalties and bloody treachery.
Of people living mediocre existence and of legendary deeds.
Of failing to see meaning and of finding meaning in the most hopeless of times.
Of persistent stupidity and amazing intelligence.
Of selfish pursuits and great sacrifice.

How can our story be any different?
It is part of the grand design of the creator

The greatest amongst the Gods

2011-08-02T22:47:00.000-07:00

Once the foremost amongst the Rishis, Bhirgu was asked to help know who amongst the gods was the the greatest.

So he went to Bramha first and showed him no respect. Bramha was unhappy and upset. Bhrigu then went to Shiva who was unmindful of the lack of attention from Bhrigu. So Bhrigu started showering insults on him. Shiva then got very angry and came after Bhrigu. Bhrigu some how managed to make it to Vaikuntalok where Vishnu was lying peacefully asleep. Bhrigu kicked Vishnu on his chest. Vishnu woke up with a start and rather than be angry with Bhrigu, asked him if he was hurt in the leg and tried to comfort him.

Clearly, Vishnu turned out to be the greatest amongst the Gods.

One of the lessons one can draw from this story is that Silence (Shiva) is greater than Knowledge(Bramha) and that Love(Vishnu) is Greater than that.

Words

2011-08-01T03:24:00.000-07:00

Words always fall short of the experience.
But sometimes they are the only way one can express.
The beauty and meaning of words has a direct relation to ones experiences.
If my experience and understanding is ordinary, words, hold ordinary meaning to me.
If my experience is beautiful, words embody that beauty for me.
If my experience is deep, words hold a deep meaning for me.

"All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind."
- Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam

A butterfly teaches you somethings

2011-07-26T02:45:00.000-07:00

A butterfly teaches you somethings

To be Your Best
To be Happy
To Spread Happiness
To be Soft
To be Quiet
To be Free

The world is waiting for your love

2011-07-25T00:30:00.000-07:00

Children need your love
The old need your love
The promising need your love
The helpless need your love
Those in despair need your love
The brave need your love
The flowers need your love
The rivers and needs your love
All creatures need your love

If you love them all
If you love them so
How can you ever be alone

Everywhere, all around and nowhere

2011-07-25T00:23:00.000-07:00

I want to be the ground on which you stand tall and firm.
I want to be the air that fills you with life fair
I want to be the light that helps you see things all clear
I want to be the space around that you can fill with what you love and care
I want to be the stream at which you stand watching times gently flowing by

I want to be all around you and everywhere.
Though you may see me not anywhere.
Always with you but never in your way.

You are not that

2011-07-18T22:37:00.001-07:00

You are not your thoughts because that can change
You are not your feelings because it can change
You are not your choice because it can change
You are not your habits because that can change
You are not your body because it can change
You are not your failures because that can change
You are not your achievements because that can change.
You are not your idea because that can change
You are not your limitations because that can change
You are not what you think you are because that can change.

Some beautiful songs (from Hindi movies)

2011-07-18T21:50:00.000-07:00

Jane kahan gaye wo din...
Sare sapane kahin Kho gaye...
Ye kya jaghe hai doston...
Aaane wala pal jaane wala hai...
Thoda hai thode ki zarrorat hai...
Madhuban Kushboo deta hai Sagar Savan deta hai...
Aye tum yaad mujhe...
Tu pyaar ka saagar hai...
Itni Shakti hame dena data...
More Saajan hain us paar...
Aisa hi guru bhave saadho...
Aaaoge jab tum o saajana angana phool khilenge...
Aye Khudha...
Balamwa bairi ho gaye hamaar...
Yeh Kahna aa gaye hum...
Jyoti Kalash Chalake...
Rubaroo Roshini...
Mora Man Darapan Kehalaye...
Aye mere watan ke logon...
Kabhi Kabhi mere dil me...
Kiska Rasta Dehke...
Bade aache lagate hain ye dharati ye nadiya...
Seene me jalan Aaankhon me tufhaan sa kun hai...
Chaal ri Sajani ab kya ro ke...
Lagja Gale ke phir ye hasin raat ho na ho
Janne Kahan Gaye Who Din
Kisiki Muskurahatoon pe ho nisaar
Mere saajan hain us paar
.....

On Love

2011-07-12T05:03:00.000-07:00

Love at first starts as physical attraction. Like a seedling breaking out from the ground below, where it remained hidden and sleepy till it was awakened by the falling rain.

It's potential is to grow big. To flowers and bear fruits. To be a home to a hundred lives. To make the world more beautiful. But quite like most seedlings, it dies without attaining its best.

Most seedlings live and die as seedling. Some grow to be saplings. Only a very very few grow to be big trees. Most often, Love like most seedlings, remains and dies at the physical level. Never really moving anywhere close to its greatest height. Its fullest bloom.

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

2011-06-27T05:11:00.000-07:00

Life is an expression (of the potential. Of the the paramatma). An expression is beautiful when there is life in it. What has life in it is beautiful. Shiv is life. Shiv is beautiful.

Truth supports life. Moves it forward (to a still better expression). Untruth undermines it destroys it. Shiv protects life. Shiv is Truth.

Truth is Shiv (life). Shiv (life) is Beautiful.

Satyam Shivam Sundaram.

We live by grace

2011-06-16T22:29:00.000-07:00

We all live off the grace of others.
But more importantly we live by the grace of God.
It never will be possible to repay this debt.
We will remain forever indebted.
We can only receive with grace.
We can only rejoice when we can give.

Time to leave

2011-06-10T00:40:00.000-07:00

When love turns into possession it is time to let go
When determination turns to anger it is time to ease up.
When a way becomes a habit it is time to change directions.
When speaking the truth beings to hurt, it is time to return to silence.
When responsibility becomes a burden it is time to draw on your love.
When understanding begins to harden into prejudice it is time to seek new perspectives.
When self belief begins to grow into conceit it is time to seek new purpose.
When you have said more than a lot it is time to start listening.

The selfish me

2010-09-30T21:37:00.000-07:00

As I watch
All my loved ones pass
There is but one dominant thought
They gave me more than I ever sought
Much of what I learned they me taught
They loved me more
More than a lot
I loved them too
But not enough

Who I am

2010-08-31T04:46:00.000-07:00

I am what my teachers taught
I learned from foes that I fought

I am what my father dared
I am what my mother cared

I am the counsel of friends so fair
I am the books I stopped and read

I am what the Mother made
I am what strangers, brothers, sisters gave

I am this time
I am this place

I live by love
I live by grace

Who I am I cannot trace

We are here together only for a little while

2010-08-31T02:17:00.000-07:00

When my mother passed away I realised that we are here together only for a while. It all now seems like a dream that she was with us till a little while ago.

We don't know how much longer our while together will be.

We crowd our life and mind with things so worthless. All while the time left - to do, to make, to learn, to dream, to play, to dance, to wonder, to grow, to sing, to stare, to laugh, to cry, to be...with some of the most beautiful people in our lives is running out.

I hope God gives me the wisdom to make the most of the times I share with the beautiful people in my life.

The seed and the flower

2010-06-21T23:00:00.000-07:00

In the seed lies all possibilities. The flower is the realisation of the utmost of these possibilities.

Your most beautiful self

2010-06-13T22:50:00.000-07:00

Under that envy, under that fear, under that sloth, lies hidden your most beautiful self.

Beautiful beyond all imaginations.

Ghunghat ka pata khol re thohe piya milenge. Gunghat ka pata khol.

-Kabir

Karma Yog

2010-05-26T05:37:00.000-07:00

Here is a simple explanation of Karma Yog -

What we do can alter our consciousness (awareness).

What we make or do can alter the consciousness of those around us.

What we do we can do better at higher levels of consciousness.

What we make we can make better at higher levels of consciousness.

Ram against Raavan, that fight goes on

2010-05-20T03:27:00.000-07:00

Raavan was bigger, stronger, more powerful, some say more learned and certainly more intelligent (signified by his ten heads).

Raavan and Ram both were knowledgeable about the art and science of the day. Both Ram and Ravan practiced meditation and sadhana.

The difference was that Ram had love in his heart. Raavan... pride.

Ram fought for his people. Raavan for himself.

Raavan thought of Ram as foolish, naïve and weak.

People fought and died for Raavan out of fear and respect.

People fought and died for Ram because they loved him so much.

Ram against Raavan. That fight still goes on amongst us and within us.

Why worry?

2010-05-12T05:31:00.000-07:00

The beauty and intelligence in you is a gift

Your success is a result of innumerable contributions

So what is there to be proud of?

That which created the beauty in you is still at work creating ever greater intelligence and grace

That which made the good happen is still at work to make better things happen

So what is there to worry about?

What is there to hold on to?

What is there that waits for you to mend?

Life and entropy

2010-05-12T05:06:00.000-07:00

Life is an organising force that acts against the dissipating forces of entropy. It is a force against stagnation and decay.

Two kinds of consciousness

2010-05-12T04:18:00.000-07:00

There are two kinds of consciousness - one that wants to own and use that which it likes, another is the one that wants to give itself to and preserve that which it likes.

The first kind is rather common, the second - divine.

Nothing works like working upon oneself

2010-04-29T02:43:00.000-07:00

Nothing works like working upon oneself

Our work always begins (or should begin) from working on ourselves no matter what we are about to work on.

All work then becomes easy.

Learning to read

2010-04-12T23:30:00.000-07:00

I was explaining to my little daughter how we learn to read- At first the text on a page looks like a confusion of shapes in black on white.

When you learn to recognise the characters, the text on a page begins to appear like a random pattern of characters.

When you learn to recoginse specific patterns of character as words, it begins to take on added meaning.

And as you begin to associate the words with learnings, experiences and feelings it becomes even more meaningful...

So what happens through this process?

What happens is that we begin to build associations and see the interrelationships. We begin to see things in greater and greater completeness.

Nothing changed on the outside. It was our inner development that changed the way we interpreted and experienced the reality of a thousand black marks sprayed on white.

The world is what it is. How we see (experience) it depends on what we are on the inside.

Perhaps the biggest gift that we can give to ourselves is to develop that inner self. Perhaps the biggest gift we can give others is to help them (in whatever way possbile) grow their own inner selves.

God is the limitless Me

2010-04-06T03:19:00.000-07:00

Non-Doing

2010-03-27T01:49:00.000-07:00

Non-Doing is not Non-action. Non-Doing is not about losing one's self in action. It is about taking appropriate action. It is about Non-Interference with the Natural process. It is about doing only the Necessary and Sufficient. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Akarmeva Moksha - Freedom lies in Non-Doing

The dynamic knowledge

2010-03-27T01:36:00.000-07:00

Guru represents the dynamic knowledge - interpreting the enduring knowledge for the changing times and situations.

The Guru is the stream of consciousness flowing through the world, generation to generation; that consciousness’ is God himself.

Om Guru. Guru Om.

Jai Gurudev

Doing the really Big things

2010-03-27T00:42:00.000-07:00

If you desire to drink the Ocean you must become a Fish first

Touched by Grace

2010-03-20T04:12:00.000-07:00

Her presence fills the room

But I don't see her working by herself in the chair

I can feel her with me everywhere

I look all around but can't find her anywhere

She's closer now than she was before

Though I can't reach out and touch her anymore

I see her in all things beautiful and fair

But can't spot her however long I stare

I lost her somewhere I don't know where

But she comes in with every morning air

To touch me with her loving care

She is the river

She is the cloud now

Once near and small

Without bounds and all around me now

Maa

2009-11-09T03:46:00.001-08:00

I was fortunate to have spent more number of years with her than anyone else expect my father (who surpasses me by only a few more years). Like her name, Kusum (meaning flower), she was delicate and beautiful, spreading happiness around her.

My mother died on her call of duty. She had traveled to her home town (allahabad) to save some lives and make some more beautiful.

Her last conscious act was about giving. She really was not capable of much else. She would give the best of herself to anyone she met. Even the stray cats and dogs that appeared at our door step were given with just as much dedication and love as she had for her grand daughters. She wouldn't retire till she made sure that food was kept out for the cats for the night.

People like my mother don't die they just go away to where they are needed more.

She was our link to our original homeland. Though my father came from the same place it was my mother who preserved these ties. Of late, these ties had begun to get weaker over the years with the passing on of many people of my mothers generation. Through undertaking this last journey of hers, she has retied the knot making it stronger than before.

I think she just wanted to go back to her people, her home. And even as we left her behind in the lap of the Ganga, struggling to make our way back to Pune, she had already arrived in the form of a beautiful lotus flower in our garden. How else could it have been? She just had to be back with her grand daughters.

On this visit she would tell her sister that I was her Guru that I had taught her many things. But in her passing she has taught me the biggest lesson I have ever learnt, that the only life worth living is one of giving.
I hope my own end, like hers, comes while I am still in the act of giving.

To all those for whom she meant much, I can only say 'I am sorry I couldn't get her back for you'.

Mystery of the riches

2009-09-30T01:58:00.000-07:00

Have I come from the earth

Or am I the air that I breathe

Have I fallen from the stars

Or am I the food I eat

Was I a monkey

Or one amongst a swarm of bees

When I give

Am I giving to others or but to me

I came with naught

Got so much I cannot keep

Never mind how big a vessel I make

I cannot hold the sea

I get from places I just can never see

When I hold on to what I get

My hands are not so free

I must've watched as the grass

And at times as a solitary tree

Time to give much more

Now has come to be

I think I come from highlands

Bound in golden snow

Life will follow

Wherever I may flow

If you would learn to eat this gruel...

2009-09-17T23:25:00.000-07:00

On a burning hot afternoon. Diogenes is sitting as usual beneath the tree, sweating, scooping pasty gruel from a weathered bowl. At a distance, the court philosopher is being carried home in a palanquin for his lunch and afternoon siesta. He lifts the curtain. “Who is that beneath the tree?” the richly robed philosopher asks his bearers. “No one of any consequence, Sir,” they answer. “A fellow called Diogenes. A waster. All he does all day is sit under that tree, and yap with whoever comes along.”

“Take me to him” the philosopher directs.

He is lowered. He addresses Diogenes: “What are you doing, Diogenes?”

“Why, I am eating this gruel” Diogenes answers.

“You fool. If only you would learn to get along with the King, you wouldn’t have to spend the rest of your life eating that miserable gruel.”

“My dear Sir,” answers Diogenes, “If only you would learn to eat this gruel, you wouldn’t have to spend the rest of your life trying to get along with the King.”

Life's calling

2009-08-30T22:44:00.000-07:00

On top of the snow capped mountain
Near the end of a distant run
At the turn of a musical note
In a job well done
In a Guru's grace
In love's expanse
In the cool summer morning breeze
In the thicket amongst the trees
In the answer to a dogged question
In an ancient country's soul
In the mystery of the universe
In a story well told
In the silence of the mind
In the laughter of a child
I have found life roll

How can I not tell
Though I know it cannot be told
How can I not give
When I have been given so
When I hear life calling
How can I not go

I am

2009-08-30T22:42:00.001-07:00

I am the billion stars
I am the little purple flower lost amongst the sea of grass
I am what I love
I am that which I hate
I am the wretched
I am the grace

I am the approaching night
I am the rising tide
I am what I hide
I am what I fear

I was here before
I am here now

I am the world looking upon itself again

-tarun

I'll be there

2009-08-30T22:25:00.000-07:00

You will find me in your smile

And when you run the extra mile

You'll find me when you feel so free

Also when you dance with glee

I'll be there when you laugh in delight

And be with you in your fight

I'll be there when you bear the pain

Also when you walk away from gain

I'll touch you as the early rain

And as the winter sun through the window pane

I'll be watching as your thoughts unfold

And listen as you think of stories never told

I'll be watching life with you amazed

And watch with you the cattles graze

I'll be helping you do things right

And meet you at the morning light

I'll be there when you give

and so when you forgive

And if you are wondering o just how

You will find me here with you right now

-tarun

All so that I could see

2009-08-27T23:43:00.000-07:00

Many will believe me not
That I met you as a man who but thought
How can I raise my dormant lot?

You came as an inspiring dad
And as a mother who to serve is glad

You came to me as a teacher old
As words of a master bold

To tell me just how I thought
As foolish and as wise
You also came with broken thought

You came to me with mystic eyes
I wonder if it’s true or just lies

Beautiful you came with silver shine
Ne’er thought the world could glow so fine

You walked all way a loyal mate
Sometimes as friend or a brother naive

You came to me as my child one night
I stood dazed, in wonder and delight

You came as a disappointing lot
And let me down oh so oft

Your questions won’t just ever stop
I’m learning now what I once was taught

You let me down and in pain
Only to let me down again

Shouting laughing running free
I come in and you jump at me

I can’t disagree at all
As a song when you do call

I know now why
I can tell

All so that I could see
That I am you and you are me

So started the journey of Life

2009-06-06T04:31:00.000-07:00

Having stayed inert, motionless and still, for a billion years...

the atom said -"There must be a better way”

…and so started the journey of Life

On and on the journey went, reaching out for the better still

And on and on the journey goes towards the better still