Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Om tryambakam yajamahe sugandhim pustivardhanam
urvarukamiva bandhananmrtyormuksiya ma mrtat
Om sarvesam swastirbavatu sarvesam santirbhavatu
sarve bhavantu sukhinah sarve santu niramayah
sarve bhadrani pasyantu ma kaschid-duhkhabhag-bhavet
asato ma sad-gamaya
tamaso ma jyotirgamaya
mrtyorma amrtam gamaya
Om purnamadah purnamidam purnat purnamudachyate
purnasya purnamadaya purnamevavasisyate
Om Shanti shanti shanti
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
The body is considered illusionary; something that comes and goes. The body can be considered a temporary abode, a vehicle for our true selves. So what then is our true nature? It is the light that shines within us, it is difficult to contemplate that our bodies, our toes our fingers are not really us, and until we come to this realization we remain in a cage. Our ego traps us like a little bird waiting to be set free. When we use the term 'Namaste,' or 'Om Namah Sivaya,' there is a much deeper meaning than just a greeting. We bow the head and form the prayer position with our hands in front of our heart centre, bowing the head signifying humility, 'I am humble' the hands are like a lotus bud opening; a sign of balanced energy. We are saluting each other, or more so recognizing the divine in each and every being. You are all auspicious beings and I salute each and every one of you.
Unity of all beings is essential to free us from our cages, balance the world, balance each being. The planet is small, we have to live together, the time has come for only unity to exist.
Om Namah Sivaya
Peace to all.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
As a flute of incense smoke rises, it creates a veil on what lies beyond. Where do the origins of this mystic, sweet smelling, wafting and magical veil lie. In the hearts of a man sitting behind a wheel waiting for a fare, in the hearts of a man waiting for the rubbish van to come and collect disregarded bits of card, plastic and glass, in the whispers of this land, where the rain gently falls, cleansing, nourishing, carrying the souls of generations to the tinker of wind chimes.
Gently it floats up and up, in no rush, no need to hurry, like a deep meditative dance, twisting in rhymes, unchanged by the world in which it now belongs, unaffected by what lies beyond, it is deep within itself, with its true nature, bliss absolute.
Images made in Tawain.