Osho on working with fear, not against it. “Allow the fear. Tremble with it, let it shake your foundations – and enjoy it as a deep experience of stirring. Donʼt take any attitude about fear. In fact, donʼt call it fear; the moment you have called it fear you have taken an attitude. You …
Everlasting Thou art hidden from us, though the heavens are filled With Thy Light, which is brighter than sun and moon ! Thou art hidden, yet revealest our hidden secrets ! Thou art the Source that causes our rivers to flow. Thou art hidden in Thy essence, but seen by Thy bounties. Thou art like the …
Praising Only one who has raised the lyre Praising, that’s it! As one ordered to praise he emerged like the ore from the silent stone. His heart, O the transient wine-press, among mankind, of an inexhaustible wine. When the divine mode grips him, the voice in his mouth never fails. All becomes vineyard, all becomes …
The Triumph Song of Trisanku – Constellation Crux I shall not die. Although this body, when the spirit tires Of its cramped residence, shall feed the fires, My house consumes, not I. Leaving that case I find out ample and ethereal room. My spirit shall avoid the hungry tomb, Deceiving death’s embrace. Night shall contain …
Why thus longing, thus forever sighing For the far off, unattained, and dim, While the beautiful, all round thee lying, Offers up its low perpetual hymn? Wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching, All thy restless yearnings it would still; Leaf and flower and laden bee are preaching. Thine own sphere, though humble, first to …
Now, on sea and land descending, Brings the night its peace profound: Let our vesper hymn be blending With the holy calm around. Soon as dies the sunset glory, Stars of heaven shine out above, Telling still the ancient story— Their Creator’s changeless love. Now, our wants and burdens leaving To his care who cares …
“I can teach you magic”, said the magician to the fool. “But I can’t teach you how to believe. That dear friend, lies in the jurisdiction of your own soul, even I can’t go there.” Then with a wry grin, he added, “But you don’t have to know magic but just to know how to …
A hymn to Agni (Fire): Pratnosi kam idyo advaresu Sanat na hota navya ça satsi. Svam ça Agne tanavam piprayasva, Asmubhyam ça saubhagya ayajasva || Calling upon, lauding, even devoting when the very path through the skies is filled in its creative bounty and sentient offering. Agni, the divine priest, the tongue …
Surya Gayatri – The hymn. (Rudra) Om haam tanmeshaye vidyamahe, vagvishuddhaye dheemahi, tanno Rudro prachodayat. Suryapustakanakam kritva Suryamantreh prapoojayat. Om haam heem hoom haim haum ham Shivasuryaye namah. Om ham Khakholkhaye Suryamurtaye namah. Om hraam hreem sarva Suryayi namah || Om salutations of being from body and spirit, to knowledge and sentience, purified and evolved …
Artwork of Minerva from Indian Mughal emperor Akbar’s court, 1590 “Those very groups of gods enter into You ; struck with fear, some extol (You) with joined palms. Groups of great sages and perfected beings praise You with elaborate hymns, saying ‘May it be!’ O you, who in some pretty boat, Eager to listen, have been …
Knock knock knocking to adore. I’d wrap a rhyme into a song obscured. Singing vision, crooning ever-glow. Like a breath of fresh air, ascending the shared tapestry of inner-most cores and care. Intimacy the journey in repair. Words for paradigm mentioned to dimensional fare. Fair and farther still. Adorable is ringing, outstanding still I await. …
From the Bhagavata Gita : “Then, filled with wonder, with hairs standing on end, he, Dhananjaya, (Arjuna), bowing down with his head to the Lord, said with folded hands. Arjuna said: O God, I see in Your body all the gods as also hosts of (various) classes of beings; Brahma the ruler, sitting on a …
“And as the seed waits eagerly watching for its flower and fruit. Anxious its little soul looks out into the clear expanse To see if hungry winds are abroad with their invisible array ; So Man looks out in tree, and herb, and fish, and bird, and beast. Collecting up the scattered portions of his …
There is an inertia to love, there syllables slip and meaning flits. Where the heights of one exist in the depths of the other. Like some parts of one have to see the eyes of the other. Sheer want of affection cannot scratch that surface. Just as token existence outside of posterity cannot derive outside …