a gift of the gentle inner light *-*--+--°-°

•°°○°The man-eating lion of shripur°○°°•

 

the emperor of the forest covered all the questions and yet any conclusion this crowned character reached were unresolved by another one.

 

since the different elements in the forest resonate with one another, they created an atmosphere for your glory. as everyone of us seemed to be tied by our secrets and lies, no one asked for answer to the questions nor anyone wants to give them! all-together, the supreme wish in the self keeps the nature of accumulation. the force to purloin that desired thing, even if in a skewed way never brings coherence and honesty to the answers, as the hard questions keep up with the exceeding score. and when you romped through the questions and collected the pleasure in certain minor moments, you don’t necessarily know what causes your major and minor emotions; and what patterns stay, of presences and voices held in a captive cycle - closed enough, like a narrowing down spiral in which you get closer to the center, each time with the repetitive cycle - to the selfish beginning by which you fleshed a few things out. keeping busy with survival, each assessment brings the same result subject to the pressures and contingencies of space and time - tugged in conflicting directions by your own identity. so many battles lost to greed, showing you ultimate hollowness of power. in retrospect you question yourself, of how you tried to come out of this center, "i sewed in further nodes of connections, like burnt threads only to emerge forty-seven or one hundred pages later."

 

the dreams of creating new nodes of connection through powers of deduction - i.e; wisdom gained from each of the past cycle can seem like furthering of contrivances and play of symbolic gestures and in effect, reductive; simply because that abandonment of the self did not happen, which echoes the voices of the captive cycle.

 

that self in front of a mirror, that is held to be the inmost essence of truth, only hears words enacting a certain condescension —“I the mirror, am looking into your mind and see all your inner thoughts, impulses, tendencies, all the conflicting inner desires, delusions, debilitating drives, deeds of shame, suppressed dreams and all the regrets and know them much better than you do (for that reflects ambiguity).” and you cannot break this mirror nor embrace its intimidating reflection, that is being accompanied with blind arrogance of the subtle mind. inaudible condescension is usually present, just underneath the surface, of supposedly the right guide under the guise of friendship. your inner self could truly sense this tone of disconnection and knows that the rhythm which creates harmony in mind & gratefulness in heart is something different; that which your projected identity could not hold it and so you continue to shine the accumulated self in 'mirror of surface'. the flame of millions of suns of your soul cannot be killed, but can stay hidden for long by the enormous clouds. the Heart within feels the music clear♪, soon clouded by invisible walls of the undernourished mind (+ paucity in the mind of different contexts) who riots everything out. it is mind's identity which does not want to belong but occupy, trouncing the heart which always serves. refusal to take on the old ways of seeing, for the mind's identity likes to continue the grip on operational kingdom born of the body ∞⃝.

 

there is the root to the truth we don't want to see. burning at each end of the body as well as the mind swept, the soul still returns to occupy the body; this body made up of the endless labyrinth of accumulated body of information - threadbare and stained. each transgression to next life, remembered; memories form the triadic waves that bring in tempestuous emotions and brings out tremulous motions of a familiar but a timorous self, in the moment when you hear the rustling noise in the bushes.

 

"Do not be afraid of your own heart beating

Look at very small things with your eyes

& stay warm" - Bernadette Mayer

 

this graceful moment was to go out of the frontier of self as well as out of this weariness of mine and courageously come out of all the hiding places so that you enter a central conversation where transformation is possible through a kind glance and graceful intimacy. to be far away from yourself, from your kingdom, so that you are in touch with moments of truth, this divine conversation, the core correspondence, so as to never return back to any indulgent moments, nor be alone again, in the night of indifference. never returning to those answers which created locus of concealment, but sharing heart of those answers which brought to you eternal peace. roaring with laughter for your belief filled to the brim - "some dark chocolate and faith in the poison and you're golden!". theories, speculations, stories, impostures but not seeing that the sun will not just shine only for me!" it was lot about what we enabled when we deliberately looked away from something.

 

this great meeting, this revelatory moment... when you are gifted to see the abundance within, so beautifully reflected in this kind and compassionate moment. that supreme source of abundance does not destabilize you as you presumed, nor cuts through you; cutting through everything you felt - ignored, impenetrable and disorienting darkness, numbness, isolation, illness, ignorance; nor a self-regard that causes to transgress personal boundaries, but simply forms a connection and takes you Home. this is not that worldly supremacy ushered into prejudice, that only offers you a place in the kingdom whose might is strength in numbers and whose spread is systemic, pervasive, insidious, pernicious and soul-damaging. true supremacy lies in constant offering of selfless love, of everything a soul needs and with great gentleness, offering a forever space in own Heart which is the abode of peace.

 

listening to that Generous Master Song, you feel the warmth of a loving glow and as your senses calm, your honest prayers glow the words, "Thank You"

Done