Kiss of Awareness

in winter the earth is dry and all is starkly bare 

as that which lays dormant

awaits the first kiss of the sun

when it comes, this kiss

it awakens the life that has fallen to sleep

for awhile in the depths of the earth

and life is moved to begin to grow

little bits of green poke it's way out of the soil

and miracles occur within and without 

and all around 

for the soul too, this is the way

it sits in slumber

and awaits the first kiss

which is awareness

untouched by any forces

that are of the personal

and with this kiss of awareness

life begins to stir in the soul and something

else begins to move the being 

which is grace

then, the holdings in consciousness
come to the surface to be seen

like bits of flotsam and jetsam on the waters 

of pure life 

and the soul is then made aware of all that has 

been occluding pure vision

this is a good thing to see what is there  

that has been driving one to be in circles 

of worry or defensiveness or comfort 

or what have you

because without first seeing what is there,

there can be no cleansing

and how mother cleanses, does she not?

for she is like a goddess of the heart

in her way, she is like 

the most chaste presence

that comes in and through

and gives one a chance to see
what is true and what is false 

she comes this way to all in every moment 

with a kiss of wake up and see dear one 

for you are my love 

you are my child of the spirit and i know you

as the sun only

i do not know you as a shadow not now, not ever 

you are my child that i have given life to

and  i will take your soul to the place of rest 

when you open your heart to me 

and then i will make you be still

i will not ever leave your heart dear one 

i will not ever be away and forget you

but my child 

you forget me, by going out into the world 

of the false 

and when you are there, you do not know who 

you truly are 

you forget that you are One only

and that God is your very Self

there (in the world), souls speak of this and that 

and me and you 

and you are lost in that 

but know that every breath that comes in your form

is my heart only

and every tear too

and every word that you speak is my creation

but words are not this at all

they are only bits of shakti that rise and fall on this 

heart so pure and so real

so, my child, when you go in the world, can you know 

the one?

if you love me like your very own soul

you can know always this one that is here 

for i love the one that is not afraid of me (Kali)

i love that one with heart and soul and a force of fire 

that can never die 

and i love those that are away in the world too the same,

but they are not really in the way of seeing the real

they are playing in the world as if it is a playground 

for fulfilling their desires 

this is fine and well -- for it will bring life lessons to them

but for those in the way of wanting to be free

these ones i call to me 

come home and love me true

for i know the way and the path is in you to be walked 

stay sturdy and upright in your character 

and do not let worry and fear rule your reality 

then you can settle into this moment 

and feel the wind purely and feel the sun purely

and feel the sweet smile of a friend purely

and feel the heart as the shining one 

come dear child 

and be as you are 

i am your mother always 

and nothing can compare to this type of love 

but do not love me as an object 

for i will melt like wax and die there 

love me as your own soul

and i will burn bright as the brightest star

for you to be guided to the heart 

and i will burn bright as the brightest moon

that cannot be denied in the dark sky

and i will burn like a lantern and a torch and 

fire so strong and so filled with life

that you will not be able to return to the shadowland 

you will be moved to be true and well like you are 

so well and so filled with life and love and compassion

that will tear the walls of ignorance down 

so come now 

be free and do not roam in the land of the lost 

come and be the life that you are 

the life that can never die 

More on Ramana

this sage
when he was young
played a lot with other boys
he loved the games of athletics
he loved the joy of running through the open
spaces
he one day did not take to his studies so well
he all of the sudden showed little interest in worldly
matters
he would sit in the temples surrounded by the saints pictures
with the lingam in the cool dark inner cave of the temple
sitting still and silent
deeply absorbed in the energies of light and love
it shook him fiercely to imagine lives spent
in such an immaculate way
and within such deep surrender, love and devotion to God
he would be alone a lot this child
but never lonely for he was always inside himself in
peace
one day he walked away from his family and home
he walked to the trains in india and bought a ticket
and never returned
he went to the mountain to be as a renunciate
this mountain was of the purest form
it was like heaven itself and it drew him in like a magnet
he wandered before getting to this great mountain
and slept on the streets
he tore a bit of material to make a loin cloth
and then it rained fresh and pure on his skin
which he considered the standard bathing ritual for sadhus
and he tossed his few coins in the gutter
walked into the temple of saints
and never returned to the world
he lived as a chaste being
and had no desire for worldly pleasure, wealth or anything else
he wanted nothing from any soul
he simply lived in pure beingness and this was enough
to aide others to freedom

when he came to the mountain
there was a bright light that shone
on the top of it
it guided him inward to the Self
he did not stop at the entrance
he went into the heart of the rock
where there was a vacuous force
a pulling that
stripped the mind bare of it's
varnish of the world
he sat down like a man that was
reborn
in him
there was not any more pridely airs
not any more to be known or seen
or heard or touched or tasted
not any more to be searched for
he had found that which is in all
the stillness that is of it's own light
the stillness that is of it's own presence
that is not of the identity
and with this said
he was now to be called a sage
though there was no one to claim
this name
in him it mattered not
what he was called
what was the absolute that
was nothing and all
to be called?
he was that timeless beauty always
and had he walked away from the
entrance to the heart
his life would have taken
a very different turn indeed
not one that was the deathless
as the Buddha
as the Guru
as Christ
something else entirely
like the man of the world
who is not awake
and not ever could he
be away from this heaven
that is of the earth
not distinct
not filled with thoughts and concepts
empty
eternally resting in
sat chit ananda

pure life

on the hill

by the beautiful tree that sits in full bloom

and the waters of blue rest calm

like glass reflecting a world that comes and goes

i will meet you here 

as the sun sets behind the

mountain range 

and the busyness of the world

has died down

here i will be 

when the moon rises slow and steady

across a clear sky

will you be here too?

and find me as the life of all life 

and the death of  all deaths

like a song with no singer 

and joy undivided

come climb the hill 

this pure life will take you in 

as it has nothing to lose 

it will remain as it is 

free of stain 

and without attachments

the blossoms fall 

like rain

as moonlight melts  

on still waters

the stars are out like little lights 

that twinkle 

and i am here as the Self

come find me here

be the best of beauty

the Self of all

pure life

a woman

a woman came tonite 

she was like a beautiful glow 

she wore only white 

her face was as an angel

so soft were her features 

her gait was light and as 

a feather that 

lifted itself easily 

with the natural flow of things 

she came close to your ear

and whispered,
my dear, you are lost in yourself, 

how come?

have you been thinking too much?

have you met something in the world 

that is so much better than 

truth? 

what will make you come back

to your soul? 

what will make you come to your joy?

oh dear one, 

what beauty is in your soul

and how it sings of love 

how it stills your thought 

how it is so full and rich

i am your perfection of beauty

and sing of truth only

come to me now

and be free

mouna, light of all

in mouna,

silence fills the space where mind once sang it's tune

of separation

mouna

like pristine still waters, that are clear as a sky with no cloud cover 

not anything can be said about this beautiful state really, because there are no words to 

describe it 

mouna

light of all

glorious consciousness that is not soiled 

there is nothing comparable to this grace that comes from grace 

one struggles to be free

and yet this bright light that shines splendid and glorious is always present 

and can never die 

the struggle is from ego

not of the one 

as the lotus arises from the mud and unfolds it's petals of bright hue 

so the mind is cleared of all obstructions and tendencies when rejoicing 

and resting in  the one 

then what manifests is what lay eternally under the dross 

mouna

like honey that is tasted after only knowing the sour

oh how it refreshes the mind and calms it down and deepens the 

presence of one heart 

slowly by slowly the mind is calm and tranquil and still

mouna

stillness without end

forgetting of the world with it's troubles 

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