To Tune in - Turn

To tune into desired FM station on radio/transistor, we had to turn the knob. As slowly and masterfully you do, more better tuning. As master precision instrument you might have but you handle with rough hand, you don't get desired result. Isn't it? Haven't you experienced that? Sometime it ask for so much of patience...

Same it happens in our life.. to tune in now, to tune in with our source and access the reality, we need to turn inward. Our knob of witnessing outside things needs to turned in. As slowly and skilfully we do that, with at most patience more chance of better result.

But we are so accustomed with on going noise that we never think of tuning.  Until something strikes us, transistor stop playing in between tunes. Or something out of mind. We start looking for solution. And hands which had hardly done job of turning the knob. Start doing it without control. You can imagine what happens than???

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From past few days or rather few weeks, I was getting a signal- TUNE IN.
No efforts were put in that direction. To stand, walk and turn the knob.
It was yesterday, after finishing poem..

http://godsknow.blogspot.com/2016/10/blog-post_26.html

As described in poem, exactly same way it happen.
A trouble knocked the door? and process of rolling, tuning, turning began..
Process had already begun from past two days.. but that jerk, a final hit.. made attempt desperate , erstwhile. It took time, but slowly it happen. Prayers, dialogue with diary, waiting and finally landed up here


and at the end..

.
me kya karu, me kya karu?
se
me kuch na karu me kuch na karu
e to ho raha, samay ka pahiya chal raha
me dekh rakha, ish drashya ko
me dekh raha ish karan - darshak ko

ki me.... kya kahu?

વસવસો

આજના દિવસને વિસામો આપતા,
વસવસો પ્રવેશ્યો...
વસ્તુ ઍમ કંઇ કાઢી નાખવા જેવિ નથી,
ને સંગ્રહવા જેવિ ઈ નથી.
વીસરાતી ઍ કેમ નથી,
ખૂંચે છે પથારી મહીં.
સમય સાથે વહી જસે વસવસો,
તાણી જસે ઍ ખુંચતી પથારી.
શું આજ છે આશ્વાસ્ય?
ઍ જતી રહેલી ક્ષણ,
ક્ણ બની હોત મારા ચણતરનું
પણ ેતો કારણ બની ચુભે છે
મારા આકાશને ચુંબવાના સપનાંને.
હળ નથી ને નથી રહ્યો બળ,
કે અંતરનો ખેડુ?
વિશ્રાંતિ ક્યાં હોય જ્યારે
બની જાય 'હું' વિશેષ!
હવે કોનો લેવો આશ્રય?
મન તો ચાહે , ઍનો જે
પલકવારમાં કરે વિચ્છિન્ન,
વિજયલાવે નિશ્ચિંત.
પણ પેલો આવાજ મને હજી ખૂંચે છે!
ધીમે ઍ કહે છે,
'આભાસમાં કેટલું વિચરવું,
સપ્તરંગોની પાછળ ને રુપકની આડમાં?'
ક્યાંથી પણ મે પૂછીજ લીધું,
'તો આનો હલ કહે?'
'આ તો છે વણઉકેલાયેલો કોયડો બધાનો.
જ્યારે વલણ હોય સ્પષ્ટ,
ક્રણ હોય દૃઢ,ને શ્રધા ને ખંત અનંત...'

મંદ થતો અવાજને,
અંતરમાં ગુંજનનો રંગ, કરી ગયા મને દંગ.
ભલે ઉત્તર અધૂરો રહ્યો,
યત્ન પુરો થાશે, જીવન મધુર ભાસે ેજ આશઍ.

वे कौन थे?

ना अपने थे, ना सपने थे
जिससे हम चलते थे
बस तेरी रहेमत थी वो!
क्या थे हम?, वे कौन थे?
कोनसी खोज़ पे थे हम,
जिस और कदम मेरे चलते थे.
कभी रोते थे, कभी हस्ते,
फिर झगड़ते थे, और
तेरे दर पर आके हम सोते थे..
बस तेरी रहेमत थी वो
जो अब तक हम ना रुकते थे.
टपकते थे, बिखरते
 कभी बरसते थे
भीग कर हम, दर्द छुपाते थे
यह भी तो तेरी रहेमत थी
उड़ते थे हम, भटकते थे हम,
तड़पते थे हम, मचलते थे हम,
तेरी रहेमत थी वो, जो संभलते हम.
उलाज़ते हम, सुलगते हम,
तेरी प्यार की चादर मे लिपटे थे हम
शायद इसीलिए महेकते, तुम मे ढलते थे हम.

AGOY

Namaste,

First of all Happy International Day of Yoga to all. Unlike last year this year, i didn't did Aasanas and Pranayam. Not because like one bunch of people who are saying, 'Yoga is not posture & pose'. To be precise few of them are saying yoga is not only about posture & pose. that's more correct statement. There are many posts, twits, discussion going on what yoga is about and what yoga is not. I am also trying to find out what yoga is about? 

 

There are many concepts around and so does misconception too. I even don't know how many concepts were there in past, which exists today and will there be more in future. As attempt to whole study is like attempting to measure a universe. Also, what little bit one knows are few concepts and popular ways of yoga and many times not more than names. About misconception, I know that some has been formed due to learning by living in a culture. By looking it from certain point of view, whether its Sacred, Social, Secular or Commercial. 

 

 With guide of my The Masters and The Mother, i would love to go beyond this concepts and misconception. To let life flow and grow. Here are few words pen down before writing three paragraphs.

Peace Peace Peace. Eti Shubham

 

vaibhav 

One element of yoga is Pose,

and other is Pause,

To get into Repose.

It's foolish to argue,

what yoga is and what it's not.

Everything can be part of yoga

yet it can not be yoga.

As yoga is about bridges

and not the wall.

Its about Union, Integration

and not Differentiation, Partition.

It's obvious mind wants to put

yoga

as concepts of science or any other.

Than surely, we are building walls.

This walls then creates lots and lots of

misconception around

till the point that whole point is removed out of the wall.

Yoga is not only about getting

Peace, Happiness and Health

But its also about sharing and giving

Love, Forgiveness and Joy.

Yoga is not only about sharing and giving

Love, Forgiveness and Joy

But its also about getting

Peace, Happiness and Health

As much yoga is about the Day

Yoga is must about the Night.

What more shall i say,

what i know is that Silence is good,

and more 'I Don't know.'

Repose = Tranquility

 

 

એકલતાને પંપાળ

પૂર્વાર્ધ:               

એકલતાને પંપાળ

હું પણ કરુ છું ક્યારેક

ને ક્યારેક તો બહુજ કરુ છું

એકલતાને પંપાળ

હું પણ કરુ છું ક્યારેક

કારણકે એ મારી પોતીકી છે.
પોતીકું એટ્લે થોડી આશ

માટે માથે પંપાળ્.

પંપાળમાં પલળવું 

છતાં શાને સળગવું?

આ જોવું આશમાં

દૂરથી કે પાસમાં

જાણે કો'ક દી

એકલતાને

કોક લતા નીકળી જાય

ને ચહેરો મલકાય.

પણ અત્યારે તો હું ને એકલતા

જાણે એકબીજાની પડખે

પલંગમા

શું પલંગની ઉપર હું ને મારી ઉપર એકલતા?

કે પલંગની ઉપર એકલતા ને એની ઉપર હું?

કે પછી

મારી અંદર એકલતા ને એ મારી ઉપર?

આવા વિચારોમાં ખોવાતા કે અટ્વાતા,

આપણે કરીએ પંપાળ એકલતાને

પંપાળી પલાળું ને પલાળીને પંપાળું પ્રેમથી

કે

એકલતા ને એક લતા શુન્યમાં ભળી જાય

ત્યાં તો કરવટ બદલાય અને

સપનામાં ભળી જાય.

વધારેલો ભાગ:

એકલતા એ સર્જેલા ખાલિપણાને ભરવા
અમે રચી આ રચના પણ્
પારકી આશ સદા નીરાશા

મોસમ - season

Namaste,
Following poem flowed through pen while writing daily diary in morning. This version has some changes in its flow, few addition of words to match flow.  I had thought to translate both diary and poem in english. After typing in gujarati, i tried to use google translate. Attempt ended up in failure. Now, no more attempt. Just accepting that translation kills many thing. specially, poem not has come as word but as feelings and with some tune. if you can't read gujarati there is a summary at the end. Ending this with request, try to read gujarati if you know hindi, you will able to get it. Reading gujarati is not that difficult.

Eti Shubham


Excerpts from diary 08/06/2016, Wedneday

નમસ્તે પરમપ્રિય, માથા પર, ચહેરા આગળ દુખે છે. શરદી ભરાયેલી છે. રાતના મોડો સૂતો જેથી આંખો લાલ છે. પણ આજની શરૂઆત સુર્યોદયે નહી મધરાતે થઈ. કબીર સાથે થઈ અને તે ચેતનાના પ્રવાહ વ્હયાં. થોડુક સમ્જયા, થોડુક છલકાયા અને થોડુક મલકાયા...

શણગારની મોસમ છે,
રણકારની મોસમ છે,
આણસાર ક્યાં છે ઍના?
આ નડતર રૂપી પ્રશ્ન છે
પણ આ જ તો,
ઘડતરની મોસમ છે
ધીરજની મોસમ છે
કે
પ્રીતમ લાવશે પ્રેમ રસ

ભરમાવાની નહીં, ભમવાની મોસમ છે
કરમાવાની નહીં, કલોલની મોસમ છે

સહજ બની ઉડવાની
રજ બની ચઢવાની
ને
મલક્વાની મોસમ છે
છલકવાની મોસમ છે
પ્રીતમ વ્હાવે છે પ્રેમ રસ
મૃગજળ પાછળ ભાગવાની નહીં,
ગોપાળ સંગ રમવાની મોસમ છે
પકડવાની નહીં, પલળવાની મોસમ છે
રહેવાની નહીં, વ્હેવાની મોસમ છે
પ્રીતમ લાવ્યો છે પ્રેમ રસ

Summary:

Diary - written about current physical state. Beginning of day not happened at sunrise but at midnight. Beginning happened with kabir and in flow of that consciousness. I understood little, little overflowed, little smiled.

Poem - This is a season of decorating/beautification, of resonance but where is any news of beloved. This indeed is very hard question, but this is time of learning[?], enduring, beloved will come bringing juice of love. This is not season of being fool, but of roaming around. This is not season of being depressed [withering] but of chirping. This season is being simple to fly, being dust to offer. This is season of smiling, over flowing as beloved is flowing juices of love. This is not the season of running behind mirage but playing with gopal [form of lord krishna]. This is not the season of catching, but getting drenched. This is not the season of staying but of flowing because beloved has brought juices of love.

 Thus there is always a season to smile, to be happy. 

faquiri

Namaste,

After writing previous post, I had shared it at many places. One such group was satsang group on whatsapp, where one of my brother shared couplets of kabir - faquiri, मन लागे मारो फकीरी में|

Its been one of my favorite among all. The time i read that message i had just finished writing my morning diary after reading prayer from the book 'prayer and meditation' by The Mother. Things were all ready in tune, attuning myself to that vibration was not difficult at that point of time. First line came very quickly and than rest followed with minor changes till its been typed for online. 

After writing  there were some question emerging and one prominent brought out towards end was why I am doing all this? Who am I? rest fall silent. Again in evening thought of typing this as well as gujarati poem written in diary came to mind and again same question. This time to there was no answer,only, Silence. 

At night more beautiful came out and written on FB notes. [putting few parts from there too here.]

Yet when mind will be tuned, in silence, just going on. 

neither there is looking for answer truly,

nor desire for meeting someone,

all is just coming and going

even this thoughts which

some call pure, good, ibadat, prayer, aspiration

comes and goes

So does all those, bad, impure, desire

comes and goes 

Verse my friend shared:

and response

अफ्डा-तफडी मची पड़ी है
लूट फुट कूट चली पड़ी है
जन-जन गाड़ी भर रहा
कंकर पथ्थर काया माला
ना जाने किसका कितना ढेर किया?

हाकन्वरो बेठ देखे तमाशो
मोन मधुर वाणी खड़ी रही

भाव ना धरया, शिर ना धरया
मुख कभी ना अंदर कारया
अनमोल को छोड़ कर
धूल को जोड़ लिया
लोभ-मोह में सब घुमावे
थोभ ज़रा तू, सोच ज़रा तू
चाह ना कर बाँध ना ज़रा  तू 

 आपन को ज़रा खोल ज़रा  तू

खझाना सारा तोल ज़रा  तू 

 मन सजावी तारो, दिल पुराव ज़रा  तू  

नाम शबद धुन चलाव ज़रा  तू  

 ज़रा मन लागे तारो फकीरी में
के मन लागे मारो फकीरी में

and as it moves ahead, from FB note

I am trying to swim but i get drown. 

In those drowning movement 

I don't feel drawn, as 

Not yet able to go deep down 

But always brought some sound 

Sound into word and expressing them into world. 

I feel lot of proud! that is when 

I need to watch and ask again 

Set back and reflect on those sounds

Life goes up & down, 

Still progress is what been aspire 

Till the last respire 

When i mingle into I, 

Than only all efforts been count.