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The Dance!

1. After a bit of chat: in the library where they’re doing the final bits of rehearsal as they are going to present the act day after tomorrow.

2. I have drank the whole sky.

I keep drinking it.

Day in and day out,

The new skies keep appearing,

The thirst becomes even more intense,

Nothing can assuage it,

I have seen accounts of poets,

Who exalted the sublime beauty in their words,

I find liberation to be the myth,

It seems like imagination of a mind which is delusion ridden.

3. I thought I understood the dance!

Nobody understands it.

Human mind can experience something different from what it’s accustomed to,

Its quality may change,

But the mystery is eternal,

It’s profound,

Underlying all phenomena,

Its effects are known,

Mostly to convert people into lunatics,

Raving lunatics who laugh hysterically when called names,

Eternally seeking their beloved.

It’s never what one assumes it to be,

Even if you have been acquainted with it for a thousand eons,

It remains beyond any comprehension or use.

It’s what makes both use and misuse possible,

Both living and dead are standing on it,

It’s playing from the sides of victors and vanquished,

Whose side would it take and why?

4. It has no advantages to offer,

It’s not an advantage,

The subjects it touches,

Mostly go mad with bliss,

Bliss: whether small or big is

As good as the experience,

Can’t be compared.

5. The experience can’t be tagged,

Can’t be made into a trophy,

It chooses its subjects only for the negation of the mundane,

Even the most sublime of verses,

Don’t scratch the surface of the dancer!

6. The dancer,

The dance,

And the witness,

Become one.

Else: it’s not the dance.

7. To tell you that you will,

Become a fire,

A mystic one,

Which consumes,

Ambitions,

Personality,

Goals,

Even that of getting liberated,

You would never trade for this.

And yet: there’s nowhere else to go.

All those who walked before,

Walked through this.

This is the direct knowledge,

They’ve been talking about,

All of them.

8. The individual,

Gains and loses,

Its path and milestones,

And there’s not just one of them,

Paths, milestones and individuals,

In an individual,

Are countless!

The timeless reality takes no account of time bound struggles,

What are countless paths but desires,

And countless milestones?

And countless individuals?

Love for Self dancing as energy.

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Dissolution

1. A tree has shed so many of its leaves within the last few minutes. It’s quite poetic.

2. A crow sings.

3. There are cotton clouds.

4. A ship turned during its whaling expedition. A bus fell in a canal. I was thinking of root canal. I had to take antibiotics and pain killers.

5. Filled water and watered some beds.

6. Some birds are singing as hazy Sunshine peaks through.

Antibiotic tic tac toe

Oeuvre remnant antenna

Namesake sake

Keynote keyhole

Ketone tone footnotes erased

Sedona Arizona ona Hakuna

Matata batata pralaya

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Aditi!

This light is known as one mind

It’s the bridge between unconscious and conscious

Through it

Walk dead and become alive

It’s plenum

It connects all realms

It’s the ground of being

And origin of all things!

It’s also the end.

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Objectives

The setting Sun is shining brightly. Twenty five birds perched on two pairs of wires. White birds are picking their food from field.

It’s a strange peace. I was listening to someone speak. There’s no complaining at this moment.

In the infinite journey these patterns repeat ad infinitum. Some consider knowledge to be objective of living as it leads to better living and others consider it to be joy.

My objectives were all erased and I became an open vessel for all surrounding voices and life. I became one with all life. Then I recreated objectives to live.

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End of the day!

1. Plenty of vocabulary jams. My ID is 01. I invite you to play with me on vocabulary.com.

2. Kavitha J and Paul H scored well today on most of the jams.

3. I attended a birthday party, registered some books in library, emptied dustbin ash, helped in cowshed, wrote couple of blog posts, clicked some pictures, filled water and sat down for a while.

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Routine!

1. Basking in the Sun: 40 minutes.

2. Filling two buckets of water using bicycle for transit : 20 minutes. Believe it or not!

3. Scrapping grass outside library was due for long. Burning stray pieces: 20 minutes.

4. A man walking with fast paces only asked for confirmation of what he knew: “that lady who has a hair cut…” Had a file in his hand.

5. Venus had Jaminee Atmakaraka post for a stage where a big drama took place. It was handed over to caring mother Moon who is entering its house in Cancer with Punarvasu. The next Atmakaraka is going to be Mars again who indicates struggle. The police, martials and athletes and the mathematicians will be in focus now along with revolutionaries.

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Twilight Again!

Birds are returning to their nests. Parrots mostly. Eleventh Moon is shining in Taurus just above my head. Sounds of prayers from nearby temples and mosques.

The granary has expanded a bit. Not as much as needed yet. I picked up the scrapped grass and threw it away. A trolley full of pigeon pea is resting before me to be unloaded here.

The conversation with Nadine was uplifting yesterday. Semantics, delusion and further delusions: then their shattering one by one has been the story of my Odyssey here on WordPress. While the poet of highest order disappeared and wouldn’t resurface no matter what: another fish in the cave seems to want to swim to that side of shore. And yet another won’t change her profile picture even after four years. Or has it been lesser. They create black holes. Then bit of scaling. Then return to black holes.

If this Faatima was that Faatima: she won’t believe that one morning in 2016 i hardly had anything else but her words to hang onto. Some scarecrow images. And her words as unicorn images of a safe haven which leads me where?

Here! This is the culmination of all my searches. All my seeking and journey. Nectar of immortality. Don’t tell them they would banish us. Then there is three of us…four of us… countless trillions of us…how lovely to be nobody…

How fluid to watch the dance and play the game.

Twilight
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An Acrobat!

The Acrobat!

1. An Acrobat of a nightingale. It doesn’t know I am writing about it. It was frolicking and it has hardly moved in the last hour. I moved 31 times to put scrapped grass onto a heap.

2. A cow was buried at this very place in 2018. Now it’s being used as a place to put grains. Not exactly a granary as it’s an open space.

3. Some birds are picking grains. Mustard plants are resplendent exquisite scenery as Sun shines. It’s a Sunday.

Mustard

4. The collection and burning of garbage took half an hour. It has been 1.5 hours of work here. I need to take some rest before I resume.

Acrobat batting tingling BATTUE

Lingastronomical calculus

Chromosome omega

Mega sommelier

Errata sonata riata

Atta boy !

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Contesseration

Contesseration consternation girasol

Solus bolus golus

Ration for nation on PlayStation

Staycation cation anion carion ionic

Dance on walls of fragrant rants

Triapse apah haphazard hazard

Hard ardent entry tryst strident

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Another Dark Night Ends!

1. Took me 54 minutes to register 20 books.

2. Couldn’t bypass conversation of Nachiketa with Yama. The lure of Brahmavidya. I read about it in a book when I was six years old. The word Moksha means liberation. I later developed a vocabulary with at least 40 words for the concept of enlightenment or awakening. Did a guest post on James Harbeck’s blog on the same. The book “Tales From Upanishads,” has been written by Shri Shankar Dattatreya Dev and translated by Shrimati Shakuntala Pathak.

3. Came across Belgian author Matter link’s play Shab-e-taar or Dark Night. The book has been translated by Premchand. The standard preface in Urdu has been rendered beautifully with glossary of terms in the footnote. I clearly recall getting this book issued in the last iteration of registration. I enjoyed it a bit. Premchand was master of Hindu as well as Urdu prose.

4. Another dark night ends. It’s the truth realm. I know the way in and out of it. I had a brief discussion with the librarian as we sat outside his naturopathy clinic. It’s the dawn of the gods as per the Hindu calender.