Thursday, December 28, 2006

Remembrance Of A Monk

My passport should be returned to the Japanese authorities, and the report of my death should be made lawfully. I am a man without a country but, after all, the law is the law. I am a homeless monk, therefore there is nothing to be left to anyone.
Remember me as a monk, and nothing else. I do not belong to any sect or cathedral. None of them should send me a promoted priest's rank or anything of that sort. I like to be free from such trash and die happily.

Nyogen Senzaki- Zen Monk

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Changing Of Self

"Outer circumstances don't need so much effort to be changed but
the inner lethargy is centuries old. The unconsciousness is so primitive, its roots are so deep, that it needs a total determination
on your part, a tremendous determination, a commitment, a deep involvement. You have to risk all. Unless that happens it is
impossible to change yourself, you will remain the same."

Osho

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Who Am I, Poem By Rumi

What is to be done, O Moslems?

for I do not recognize myself.
I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Gabr [Magian], nor Moslem.
I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;
I am not of Nature's mint, nor of the circling heavens.
I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;
I am not of the empyrean, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.
I am not of India, nor of China, nor of Bulghar, nor of Saqsin;
I am not of the kingdom of 'Iraqain, nor of the country of Khurasan.
I am not of this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise, nor of Hell;
I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden and Rizwan.
My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless;
'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.
I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.

....RUMI.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Law of Opposites and Freedom of Choice

From an observational point of view, everything in nature comes in pairs. Any adjective has its opposite. Bright/Dark, White/Black, Happiness/Misery, even conceptually god can't exist without the devil. Having said that, if things are measured that way, then the universe is balanced. The more happiness there is, the more unhappiness will exist somewhere else...Like it or not.
What we are offered, I think, is freedom of choice, to choose between happiness and Misery.

I think generally people don't wish to be only happy. They relate happiness to worldly pleasures and desires. But desire can't be satisfied, the more you eat, the next day you want more and more, you get a Honda you want Mercedes, you get Mercedes you want the latest, you marry the most beautiful you still desire another...Desires differ from person to person but they are all unattainable in the long run.

Happiness becomes last on your wish list. Another reason for not putting it first, is because you may be granted happiness but on the expense of other items, the beautiful car, the promotion you always wanted at work..Etc. I think even consciously if people are offered to be more happy or offered another materialistic wish, they will choose the latter. Happiness can come later. So, it gets pushed and pushed till the last day of your life..

So to change that, you need to place your Joy and Happiness above all. Don't concern yourself with the miseries of others for now. Take care of yourself first then turn to defend other's miseries because if you don't, you will be sucked into their miserable hole.

The universe doesn't care about your choice, or in fact it will honor it either way. If the whole earth decides to be miserable, it will be perfectly fine and happiness will be found on some other planet...

Friday, November 17, 2006

On me dit

If anyone can translate this to English please do so..And lemme know

Quelqu'un m'a dit
by Carla Bruni
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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

The point of let go

Two souls meetings on different grounds
beside the tree next to the fire
They did not ask names
only her hair found place in his lantern
.
How beautiful, how real
Their shadows drawing one painting
On canvas meshed with desire
.
As his hand touches her silky body
He realized how lucky to be there
Next to her
Feeling her
Smelling her
Eating her
.
You are mine, He said
She looked at him with a smile
Without any response
Breathless, in her own heaven
Speechless
.
She let her arms spread, carelessly
Her eyes lit with spark with no comprehension
Sweat mixed
As the universe expanded uncontrollably
.
With burst of laughter and cries
She let go of all her worries
And let her climax cover every inch of her body
Shivering undeniably
.
What a man can do
When faced with such a beauty
When his prayers are meet
Not by god but an instant release of her fragrance
,
What a man can do
When faced with such a desire
Surpassing anything he could have wished for
Turning love into physical purity
.
When beginnings have no ends
The point of letting go is timeless
That point of melting defies logic
Even time stops then
.
Her relaxed legs still wrapped around him
His tired body still covering her
Rolling slowly
For one more
one more

Friday, November 03, 2006

Osho, Strange Consequences



When Friedrich Nietzsche Declared "God Is Dead", F*CK became the most important word in the English Language... (funny but Careful,Adult Language in the video)


(About Friedrich Nietzsche is a German philosopher who reasoned that Christianity's emphasis on the afterlife makes its believers less able to cope with earthly life. He argued that the ideal human, the √úbermensch, would be able to channel passions creatively instead of suppressing them. His written works include Beyond Good and Evil (1886) and Thus Spake Zarathustra (1883–1892))

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

What is love.. the wizard asks

The wizard asked his dispels
What does love mean to you?
How do you know you are in love?
.
Such simple question
Everyone had an answer
Knowing deep inside
A mystery will be soon told
.
"Love is when you scarify
Your life without any regret"
.
"Love is when you talk
Of children playing in the park"
.
"Is it love to others?"
One disciple needed to know
"Or is it the unconditional kind?"
.
"Then what is a love to a woman?
"Isn't that a different kind of romance?"
.
When everyone quieted down
And noise was no longer around
The wizard stood up
Glowing in full delight
.
Love to a flower
Is the love to a flower
Don’t mix...
When you look at a yellow flower
See the rainbow in its petals
And know very well
They are smiling
Back at you
.
When you smell a Jasmine
Know it is the only thing that ever existed
Without it your life will be meaningless
Know that in in your heart
.
When you love a woman
Patiently find every cell
Worship every part
.
Everything is made for you
The lashes on her eyes
The pimples on her cheek
.
Touch her
Knowing you are closest to god
Than any human being
.
Her softness is what you were created to see
Her lips are what made you be
.
Talk to her hair
They have the divine secrets
.
Draw on golden plate
Her breast
And hide it away from every envious eye
.
What can I tell you more, my friend...
What can I tell you
.
My heart is melting
My tongue is heavy
.
All that is remain to say
Has no meaningful purpose
.
Know and search for your love
For that is your purpose
Blend in its magnificent water fall
Drowning...
Drowning.....
Drowning.........
Nearing the bottom
.
You will then realize
When you forget your question
The answer will be found

Monday, October 30, 2006

On Meditation

So I thought I will write some about meditation...why not ? It s probably the single most misunderstood topic. In a very simple manner, let s start. This may go on and every time I feel like I will probably write a bit more...

Definition: Meditation is a way to clear your mind.
Why? The intention is to live more happily and finding that joy that is unconditional on your current situation or on the world's.

Our happiness can not be drawn from satisfying desires. If you look everywhere, you find that desire has a beginning and an end. First you desire something, then you satisfy your desire then the desire is gone until you grave it more. All work of the brain. So from this, you can see that the brain itself is the originator of all desires, so controlling your brain will control how happy you want to be.

How? A beginning stage of how to control the brain is to make it concentrate on one thing at a time. Even during your waking moment when you are typing or washing dishes try just to control your thoughts and think only about what you are doing. Later, when you have more time, you can sit quietly and close your eyes. The closure of the eyes will draw more ideas or sometimes strange ideas. In my opinion, after you close your eyes, the brain facilities will think that you are relaxing to go to sleep, in another word dream time :). This is the time to watch your brain and its thoughts. From experience, it is better just to watch for at least 15 minutes without doing anything then concentrate on one thing such as the breath.
Counting the breath is a very old technique and very effective. Just count from one to 10 very slowly with each breath and little pause between. This is an attempt to control your own brain. You will find that while you are counting, thoughts come and go. Later on, thoughts frequency decreases and a pure joy will evolve.

...to be continued :)

Sex and Religion

Have you noticed most religions are against sex one way or another.. we grow up thinking sex is bad, always related to something that is not good. It s good only when we are bound by religion contract (marriage).

First sex itself, is absolute necessity to life. like the flower that blossoms a blue sky that marries the clouds, river flowing..and so on. So restricting it is against nature. In my opinion even restricting it with partners is also against nature. To be with one partner is absolutely fine, but should not be a religion nor an ethical choice, it is simply a choice done out of freedom. This leads naturally to speak of freedom...

Everything done out of freedom and joy is what nature intended it to be... Joy is your key to freedom and freedom is your key to joy...it is a multifaceted key..Once you are free, you can't do anything wrong. Misery is a human concept we love to attach to. We do things and get stuck to things that give us misery. Even we feel somehow guilty when we are too joyous and we may hide our joy from others.

The joy feeling is not restricted to anything... being joyful is your utmost right in life...it is who you really are and what you intend to grow to..it is your ultimate goal...regardless if there are misery around you or not.

Sex itself is an expression of Joy... a special blossom of joy..it s the joy that can be shared the most..in regular circumstances where sex is done through love...it is one gift of the universe to us

All current religions understood this wrong. I am very confident of that. They all think the ultimate point is way in the future.
Muslim Jews and Christians have the target in heaven while eastern religions the target is Nirvana or not to reincarnate. What you are left with is many rules of don't and dos so that you end up in that most joyful place...
The most problematic face with this school of thought is that it s the future where joy lies.. in fact it is the opposite.. Joy is here in this second, and the only way to get there is by being completely free, and when you are completely free, nothing you will do can hurt others or cause misery..living in peace and having understanding and ethics between people is a by-product of being free not the target.

Sex and Women control by religion: First women, in my opinion, are much more free in sex, they are not tied to an objective as men are (ejaculation). Man is racing to that point where women are just enjoying every moment, in fact after they reach orgasim the party starts. So religion is afraid of freedom and thus afraid of women as well. Religion being controlled mostly by men are afraid of women's freedom..The women always are much more powerful in the bedroom turning men to do anything for that peice of ass if you like to think of it this way...so better control them, control the situation, control their families and put lots of fear in their minds so that they can also control their children..

Friday, October 27, 2006

Finding the key

Suddenly you get hit with a peaceful wave
Rumbling through your being
Caressing your self
The answer is clear
Don't search for god
Search for your self
Your identity may not be what you attempt
.
My friend in journey
I am thrilled to have you with me
Let us go for a drink
The river is close by
Swim or drink to your fullest
The river is always here
.
Our journey may not last
What is important is to find the key
The door is there for all to see
Thousands paths and only one
Find it alone or with help of a friend
.
Angles and gods I haven't seen
Only with closed eyes
I came close
No tools required much
.
Open your inner eyes
Experience you won't believe
Only Then Speak
.
With love, appreciation and respect
Join me on my quest
.
For You and I may just be grand one

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Brief conversation

She asked him
While lying on his bare naked chest
Have you forgotten
.
No word came out
Silence and his breath
Resonating the empty space
.
Now he can’t think
How can he not forget?
.
In the shadowy night
Exist handful of warriors
But only one lover
.
Through his eyes
Welcome god
In every respect
.
What else to be said
Nothing at least for now
.
He looks at her
She looks back
For the first time
With all her senses
.
Finally, she understands
Now,
They can be
One

A Wishful Thought

You have destroyed me
Just to make me stronger
.
You have loved me
Just to make me a lover
.
In your world of silence
I have evolved
.
In your world of wisdom
I have grown
.
For whom would I repay my loan?
To whom this creation belong?
.
I have wondered about you
Thousands times before
.
Yet I am still searching
Trying to remove the veils of the unknown
.
Few have understood
Fewer made it all the way home
.
Running to you my lord
Leaving to you is all I deserve
.
When the sun shines through
When the clouds are dissolved
I am with you
This time..alone

Why the worries

Why the worries why the sadness
When you got love, that what matters
Forget the misery, there s much
Nourish that which really count
.
For a lovely heart, to you I speak
Wherever you are
Dance me the eternity
.
Touch everyone with kindness
Love everything with great desire
World half visible half you can't see
.
Respect, native people knew
Their elders plenty of wisemen
Appreciation you don't often see here
.
Mother earth, you are in my heart
Forgive us our forgetfulness
We are nothing without you, to you I plea
.
Light the fire, sing with me
Let our heart join together
Maybe an illusion but existence I know real

Freeing you

If god was a Pot
And I was too
Would that make us both two?
.
Everything seems to be connected
Yet so strangely
Isolated in between
.
You.. The universe
I am talking to you today
I am talking to your essence within
I am shouting her name
Can't you hear?
.
Why the trees can't speak?
Why can't they bring her to me?
.
I have asked
For so many days and nights
Yet not even
A strand of her hair
Was carried to me
.
I played every music note
I sang every magic theme
Yet you ignored her cries
and pleads
.
I will repeat my question to you
Until you hear
I will fight every soldier you have
Until you open your eyes and see
.
Open your prison door
Let her escape your iron doors
I will keep asking
Until you release her to me

Did you think of me today

While the pigeons danced in ecstasy
I wrapped a letter sealed
And whispered your name
In their ears
.
Did you get my message today?
Did your hair cover the trees
.
Did you feel my love today?
Through mountains and seas
.
Did you remember the kiss today?
Did your flesh breathe
.
Did you see all the notes today?
Did you hear
.
Was I in your mind today?
Before you went to sleep
.
Did you say our prayer today?
Could you let it be?

How can I be

How can I be
When every single cell
Says your name
In me

How can I be
When a mention of your name
Every cell
Pulses with life
In me

How can I forget
When every heart beat
Carries your eyes
In my blood stream

How can I forget
When the wind
Carries your scent
To me

How can there be
Flowers without rain

How can there be
Love without pain

In Case you ask

You asked
How much I love you
.
And I say
My love for you, my love
Blocks the sun rays
.
My love for you
Is louder than thunder
And softer than falling rain
.
My love for you
Is stronger than a sharpened blade
And weaker than flower scent
.
I told everyone your name
I started with the sea
And I finished with the farthest stars
I could see
.
I told everyone about your eyes
I swore to them by your long hair
.
I told them you are there
In the songs of every bird
In the sunshine and in the rain
In the smile of every child
In the dance of every lotus flower
In the tears of every sailing wave
.
How can I tell you more
All words fall short
Of what I want to say
I can only blame my pen
The languages
The short journey of myself
.
I will only say
To love you is to live
To love you is to laugh
To love you is to forgive
To love you is to dance in the rain
.
To Love you is to talk about you
Until everyone hears
Until everyone learns
Until the last sigh
Until the last breath

How can I escapre your love

At night, in the dark
As clear as the daylight
Your eyes are attacking me
Sharp arrows to the heart
.
What can I do...
To escape your love?
.
In my mind
In the emptiness
There are only your eyes
.
Dancing with the breeze,
In the snow
There is only your smile
.
What can I do...
To escape your love?
.
Are your eyes running after me
Or is it just a dream
With endless stars
.
I wish they would go to sleep
Even for only a second
So I can laugh again
And cry
.
What can I do
To escape your love?

Broken Glass

Where are you running?
It s right here,
Can’t escape it
Never knew future or past

Where are you running?
To a future thought?
To a distant pleasure?
Or a memory in the past?

You can't escape it
You never knew but now
Past and future are illusions
That don't last

Now, My friend...
Now,
You will always be here
We will always be here
When there and then become one
Future and past

Don't worry about your broken glass
Nothing last
Because... the glass...
Was meant to last

What did I do to deserve your love

What did I do to deserve
your love

Whenever I try to run
away from your love
I get pulled back
forcefully,
to your ocean

Whenever I try to run
away from your love
the moon reminds me
you are still there

Whenever I try to run away
I find myself
lonely in the desert
with no one there

Finally I decide to let you win
and float away
forever
on your waves

What did I do to deserve
your love

You and me

If everyone understands
That everyone is
What is common

Between you and me
exists our purpose
I hear help cries and fear

If we just understand
that help exists
in our own dream

Help the self
the stars will shine
to light the sea

When you are lonely
remember me
I the one who created you
and made you see

You and me my friend
there's only you and me
there's only us
there's only me

How much more beautiful can you be

How much more beautiful can you be
The birds 'r playing with your hair
Signing a song
How much more beautiful can you be
.
Spread your wings
Cover me
Let me cry on your shoulder
How much more beautiful can you be
.
Every time i think there is an end to your love
your surprise me with another kiss
Or hug
How much more beautiful can you be
.
Here it is
My life and my love
I put all my belongings
And all my gifts
I put all my feelings
And all I have
For one more kiss from you
How much more beautiful can you be
.
Take me and be with me
Come to me and don't leave me
You are what I was looking for
In the garden
How much more beautiful can you be

The Climax of self

She whispered silently
no one could hear
Although He was many miles
Her whisper in his ear clear
.
She asked for help
Only He can heal
Come..come to me
I need you here
.
He has no secret knowledge
No real power
No Magic carpet
To fly him near
.
This is a language known only to lovers
This is the secret of all secrets my dears
When time looses its essence
And all the birds fly in perfect harmony
Oblivious to any storm, only need to be free
.
How they met
Is still a mystery to this day
But everyone knew, at night
They melted in the fire of their love
Becoming one for night so brief
.
The two souls merged together
As their flesh became one
They were making a new legend today
New world, Harmony and peace
.
His touch was the wind flowers seek
Her body became a music instrument
A flute for his lips
Hungry but not fierce
.
Her cry was music the whole world could hear
Sending shivers to the spine of their eternity
Exploding with passion
Turning into fire, storms no one could bare
.
Let your long hair flow tonight
Cover me like leafs cover the trees
Cover me my dear
Forever is now, don't resist temptation so real
.
I have become addicted
Completely intoxicated with your beauty
Turn, let me see
This angle, no that one
Each one a precious painting
In one night, what can one archive?

The warrior and the flower

The warriors rode their horses
Sped across the desert
Fearing no one

Storming against the wind
Moving from town to town
Restless, pointing their swords
Fearless, lashing against the sky

One Day, one early morning
They went across the desert one more time
But once they got to a pond
One warrior suddenly stopped

It was the same pond
In the middle of the desert
That no one cared about

In the middle of the pond there was a flower
A purple flower he never noticed before
He stared at it in wonderment
Wandering how come he crossed the desert so many times
Passing beside it so many moon nights

His friends started calling him
Yelling and screaming

But he heard no one
Nothing, expect the wind
Passing through his long hair
Whispering music in his ears
He laughed and cried
And wiped his tears away

At last His friends left him behind
Thinking their friend went insane

Slowly he sat on the ground in humiliation and love
Asking forgiveness
From the flower, the pond, the wind
From the sky, the moon and the sand

Many days passed by
And his friends crossed the desert again
Once they got to the pond they remembered their friend
They stopped, looked and searched
But all they found was his cloth on the ground

They didn’t understand
And they roamed the desert leaving the pond behind

Few of them noticed, however
That there was another purple flower
Beside the one that was there
Looking up in wonderment, humiliation and love.