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theworldpulse:

OM NAMAH SHIVAYA (bhasma poem)

all is the still & frenzied step of Thy tandava 
O Nataraja, O Lord of this very breath
immersed in Only Thee
as it enters and goes 
a quick dip in a sea
of flesh and blood and bones,
atoms of anu,
pores :
so the gap
between the teeth
of the snake in the tree is but a lock
of Thy gathered Grace bestown
Shakti born, The Limitless Silence
Before Sound, You flow
before the turn of the key
before the bath of fire
before Hara Hara Bom
Hara Hara! render this self bhasmic
by Thy flow
disintegrate me in That Pure Essence
break me up in Thy sip of poison O Nilakantha
& leave only Thy name upon a lip
Shiva Shiva Shiva
Shiva Shiva Shiva Shivo
Shiva Shambo Shankara Namah Shivaya
as awareness journeys from awareness
to awareness so is matter drawn
to pure consciousness, pure transience
pure eternal Arpana, for the truth     

That You 

are honey for all beings and all beings
are honey for You
the intelligent immortal being 
the SOUL of the individual being
each is honey to the other

Brahman is soul in each
He indeed is the Self in all
He is ALL

may eyes leak bhakti
may ears draw close
to hear Thy Song

open lungs

OM NAMAH SHIVAYA

O Lord of demons and gods alike
O All-Pervading-Consciousness
adorned in Shakti, tear off
this mayic cloak that i
may see only Thee
and Thee in me
and Thee in we
and
OM
Shanti
Shanti
Shanti
May all difficulty be Thy blessing raining down
May i be as soil, open and fertile ground for the spin
of a groundless orbit veering out and leaning in
to touch the feet of the wobbling warp and woof
to meet Thee every moment, as Sun shines on 
through innumerable nights, may the light
and shadow dance as One a single offering
lit by a spark of Thy Infinite Love
from palm upturned
ever-spilling




















Om Shanti Shanti Shanti

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theworldpulse:

six lips to every toe by paul de haan-jungwirth

she is kissing God’s little toe.
make room, make room! another pair of lips
falls to the earth, devoted.

as the last whisps of dawn dissolve
into the day’s together-rising
do you sit? stand naked? OM

through pathless tangles we have walked.
stumbled. fallen. gashed our skulls wide
open on the rotting log. remembered God.

through pathless tangles we will walk.
brush away branches. Love. thunder hushed,
the lightning dances! OM, remember God.  

through pathless tangles we find your matted locks.
O Lord who everywhere stands and walks, blessing our steps
grant us rest There, where Shakti flows unbound.  

through pathless tangles, Your name resounds and resounds!
in the silence, in the silent gaps between the silence,
in every pore, this ceaseless Peace in tumult found! 

You are the light that holds all darkness, as infant to Mother’s breast.
You are the nectar that holds all poisons, we bow to worship Your blue neck. 
You are the pure and all-pervading joyous movement of all Auspiciousness.

as humbly with our breaths united
in thanks we untie these songs
and lay them at Your feet, o Lord

OM NAMAH SHIVAYA!
OM NAMAH SHIVAYA!
OM NAMAH SHIVAYA!

OM NAMAH SHIVAYA! 

theworldpulse:

Death and Dying

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Thank you.

theworldpulse:

If we kept the search-light of our observation turned upon the
fact of death, the world would appear to us like a huge charnel-
house; but in the world of life the thought of death has, we
find, the least possible hold upon our minds. Not because it is
the least apparent, but because it is the negative aspect of
life; just as, in spite of the fact that we shut our eyelids
every second, it is the openings of the eye that count. Life as
a whole never takes death seriously. It laughs, dances and
plays, it builds, hoards and loves in death’s face. Only when we
detach one individual fact of death do we see its blankness and
become dismayed. We lose sight of the wholeness of a life of
which death is part. It is like looking at a piece of cloth
through a microscope. It appears like a net; we gaze at the big
holes and shiver in imagination. But the truth is, death is not
the ultimate reality. It looks black, as the sky looks blue; but
it does not blacken existence, just as the sky does not leave its
stain upon the wings of the bird.

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