मनन

Poetic snapshots and reflections on the path of bhakti.  Random post

[naamamanana]

#69

Sometimes, in order to live, one has to forget the death carried by each of us. Sometimes to find love in the life, one is to befriend all its turns                  and ends.

October 2017, CA

[naamamanana]

#67

In a cave of your names I would hide from the restless rain of the mind. Pouring waters of self-centred plans rage outside. Soaking through, by your door I, torn and distracted, stand. Whether or not you will let me in - I will wait.

October 2017, CA

[naamamanana]

#65

The mind will always be filled with something, like a cup left under an open tap. What do you prefer: a watermelon nectar, milk, or hot chocolate? How much of you is in the cup?

October 8, 2017, Singapore

[naamamanana]

#63

Only photos remember the former face. Only mother holds on to me being a child. In a constant flux, an unending race of the fleeting I, - never well-defined. In accepting change - shedding off the layers. Feeling trust into Your whole creation. Finding mystery in my mere presence. To Your presence, hidden by my inattention, - Trying to give it all.

September 2017, Voronezh, Russia

[naamamanana]

#56

This is above, Beyond the human groups, Attendance, information, setting. And even less it has to do with Dressing and the conduct codes, The Sanskrit lingo, names, and other social forms, The habits lost, the status gained, The numbered books skimmed through and years practiced, Known people - served, bothered, met, The hours walked around holy land And rounds Counted. As lifeless frames Are fit for earth and fires - Without the eternal friend These only add to groans and burdens, Yet for him present, Everything belongs.

August 2017, Voronezh, Russia

[naamamanana]

#62

You may take away the kanti-mala, the sari, the incence and ghee.     You may hide the purity of your land, and take away those friends who were full of your memories. You may take the strength, the sight, the ears, which didn’t hear, and the voice, which failed to speak of you. Yet you can never take away that relationship between the master and a lost servant.

September 2017, India

[naamamanana]

#55

Passion, passion Burning, thrashing, Spinning, choking, Forward rushing. Clashing seconds, Action schedules, Risks and tensions, Sugar crashing. So irrational.

"All you'll ever need Is with me. From the restless mind, hide Within my names. Future never is Different from now. When in doubt, Only turn to me"

August 2017, Voronezh, Russia

[naamamanana]

#54

(To all who had to spend this day in privacy)

A day of waiting, Of wanting, Of endeavoring For the relation. The day of hearing, trying To pronounce his names With connection. The long day of failing, Revealing the weakness, Distractions of passion, And only available shelter. His day, Of his feelings, His purpose, him rising. On the Eastern horizon The Moon is appearing. The midnight. The motionless singing&dancing, Yet missing his presence, While seemingly                         living. 

15th August, 2017, Voronezh

[naamamanana]

#53

Sadhana

Is this practice like a river? Its waters are full with tastes and knowledge. Trying to hold onto these states however uplifting, the visions however enlightening, and the experiences however fortunate, is like trying to hold onto the moving waves. Rising and falling, they come and go.

I can only observe how one by one they enter and wash something heavy out of my being, every time a bit more. I can only pray for the strength to keep treading the waves.

I can only remember to re-enter again and again these cooling waters and let them thoroughly soak and loosen every memory of the shore.

I can only hope to simply stay open to the soft and forceful current, and thus, carried by your love, to meet the ocean.

August 2017, Voronezh

[naamamanana]

#52

It makes no sense to burn under the ruthless sun. It makes no sense to walk the restless, scattered ways Through empty shallow trivia of me and mine. Relationships and friends - no sense. The needs, the interests, the struggle with the time, The fame, the virtues, skills - no need   To sleep, to eat, to breath.    If not for You, there is no need to live.

31 July 2017, Voronezh

[naamamanana]

# 48

Like a poem comes From a churned up heart, So the kirtan Does take its depth with burn. Throbbing outburst When no words remain, - Only loud exhale of your name.

July 2017, Radhadesh

[naamamanana]

#46

Not the pink roses and jolly unicorns Playing in the rainbow falls of peach-honey streams, But the unsightly muddy shadows Rising up to the conscious surface upon chanting your names.

No duality, difference, everything must be sheer You, no? Being signs of your loving hand, either right or the left. One more take to break through this unreasonable needless choking fear That prevents us from singing for you in so many complicated ways.

How much do I want to chant for your eyes and ears!  In the morning midnight, in a pleasure’s pain, and in the silence of the screaming black, Despite anyone else looking, thinking, hearing, in the loving wrath, By my breath the borrowed life air weaving, - amplified, to You give it back.

5 July 2017, Radhadesh, Belgium

[naamamanana]

#44

To put You on canvas Is to use the black to paint the sun Or to try to hold in a jar the wind.

The blush from your roaring name, The coal churned into the light - You can only be drawn with The pigments of the divine longing.

Soaking a brush in a tear-salt pond, Painting in falling, desperate strokes, With the eyesignt lost in The mud of Your land’s dust - Only a mad artist                         may behold You.

30th June 2017, Radhadesh, Belgium

[naamamanana]

#42

On a forest walk Picked a poppy, - The red, The bleeding heart, - For your eyes to relish. Black bugs Are crawing out For their lives.

June 2017, Radhadesh, Belgium

[naamamanana]

#41

The prison-world Beloved by God. It rests in him, By him it comes and goes. Whole universe - The school for us, The lost, rebelling souls, Who think so many things. It’s strict yet neat, And so precisely it works - As one desires, So (eventually) it rolls.

June 2017, Moscow

[naamamanana]

#40

Ahankara

Shy not for the beauty of being soft, But out of fear to be rejected. To please not for the sake of a dear one, But for the self-protection. Envious not as an inborn misery, But for the need to be loved. Weakness - a stepping stone to the mystery, Tired           to keep the self-guard.

June 2017, Voronezh

[naamamanana]

#39

To share or not, the heart, To be heard and hurt or stay intact?

A featherless step into abyss, With nothing to hide behind two fledging wings.

You are in all - there is no way to fall, yet Flinching of wide freedom’s view.

By opening up to your wild, fleeting world I offer myself to you.

May 2017, Voronezh