Thursday, 10 February 2022

Not understood-1

 

https://www.davidgodman.org/category/sri-ramana-maharshi/devotees/muruganar/

Why no success in Self enquiry.

basic premise itself not understood.

M to be withdrawn from sense objects. 

some think its a matter of time

how? why?

M to be withdrawn takes a tremendous effort. 

Ramdas Swami stood in cold waters of the river for 12 years chanting Rama

4.30 am  to 12 pm everyday

Samadhi, awakening of the kundalini are mandatory milestones to self realisation.

Else you can never reach your destination

If M doesnt melt in bhava

If that bhava doesn't become abhava for the lack of an entity.  

world existing and entity existing

m existing outward attention existing

What do you expect to achieve dear friend.


M focussed on Anatma, 

How will it ever reach Atma?

Not in a million lives.


I am a body. I am a mind. i am intellect

These are the ways of the fool

Of the unawakened.


I shall take care of this body, preserve it with utmost care

Are the musings of the unlearned.

I will transform the world with my intellect

Is how a lost soul thinks.

The fool has a list of things to do in the world before his departure

The Dnyani has none.


The dnyani asks with bewilderment , "which world?'

"Where is the world you talk about?'

"Poor child, you still see the world?

even now?'

....

manikvachakar, thayumanavar, vallalar

thiruvasagam ..works of manikvachahkar

.....

https://www.davidgodman.org/tirukkannokkam/


sannidhi murai, one poem (muruganar)

Poor ones, you may surely attain

that which you desire in the way you desire it!

Through the unique state of sleeping in the Heart

with attention perpetually fixed within it,

his eyes are unblinking, like those of the plump fish

that bask in the luxuriant tanks of this earth.

.........

He is the eye of undivided consciousness

which cannot be described by us

........

He is the eye,

he is the iris of the eye,

he is the uncreated pupil within it,

he is the gaze of that pupil!

He is the heavens, and their jewel, the Sun!

He is the eye that is other than all of these!

........

He is the number and the letter

that are regarded as the very eyes of humanity

by the learned of the world.

Yet, as the eye of being-consciousness-bliss,

his nature cannot be seen or known

by anything at all!

........

He is the  siddha

who performs the dance of supreme jnana,

and bestows upon us the life of grace, saying:

‘See, this great and vastly spacious world

is a mere trick of sight!’,

thus rendering heaven, earth and the nether world

a prey to the supreme firmament of true jnana!

With him who bears an eye upon his forehead,

........

Sisters of ours! When the eyes of lovers merge

in the act of seeing, of what use are spoken words

that are not fashioned within the heart?

So that no purpose will be served

by the music of the spoken word,

with him who with his eyes

brings us under his sway,

.......

Tirukkural verse 1100: ‘When [lover’s] eyes meet with [lover’s] eyes, their gaze in mutual accord, there is no need whatsoever for the spoken word.’

.......

Through the true vision that sees in such a way

that the bond [of chit-jada] is stripped off,

he firmly established Self-abidance,

the nature of the [infinite] eye, as true jnana.

With Venkata, who is the Atma-swarupa,

impossible to know objectively,

let us play kannokkam,

by which we shine as one, merged with him.

....

Through the clear perception that arose,

when he shot the arrow of his glance

at the target of my heart,

I came under his rule and was immersed [in him].

To shatter totally the confusion

that has arisen through ignorance,

and cannot be destroyed by any other means,

.....

Like the sweet ripe fruit and its taste,

like the song and its tune,

inseparably, he merged with me,

and took me over through his love.

Locking our eyes with his in such a way

that the breath and the mind

subside more and more

through subtle inward enquiry,

.........

Even as he ruled over me, ending my distress,

his eyes churned my devotee’s heart

as if it were the ocean of milk,

furnishing me with the fragrant, fresh butter of liberation

so that my hunger was ended.

..........................cont.......................................................

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