Btunda
Love --an experience
Body, mind, nervous system became very very refined as we went thru a lot of processes, guruji gave us such a wonderful teaching and instructions , which made us so fine that we the participants totally forgot our physical identities separating us from one anotherthis is in an advanced residential ssy/amc course
---so fine that we all were enjoying as if just belonging to one single loving family,
Brunda, a volunteer, a young mother, fed me with her hands, I felt as a child as if to eat from her hands not peculiar , she appearing no stranger,though i did not know who she was.
she neither smiled, nor talked much, just doing the seva, with great love devotion as if it was a great pooja
she spotted me and i too felt some thing special, unusual in her talk , in her walk.
we exchanged a few words, routine, but it was unforgettable unexplainable, what was communicated between us
mostly we were just existing in silence together there , to me she appeared just a fullness.
the course was over, our intimacy continued over phone, a tele satsang frequently
Brunda, a volunteer, a young mother, fed me with her hands, I felt as a child as if to eat from her hands not peculiar , she appearing no stranger,though i did not know who she was.
she neither smiled, nor talked much, just doing the seva, with great love devotion as if it was a great pooja
she spotted me and i too felt some thing special, unusual in her talk , in her walk.
we exchanged a few words, routine, but it was unforgettable unexplainable, what was communicated between us
mostly we were just existing in silence together there , to me she appeared just a fullness.
the course was over, our intimacy continued over phone, a tele satsang frequently
We exchanged souls’ out pourings overflowing with love, mundane matters acquiring new colors, spiritual matters revealing ever new insights in our talks , so casual
The love was so intense, extremely satisfying, wanting us to interact again and again,
we entered and stayed inside each other’s souls and souls started talking to each other inside,
telephone became unnecessary.
we entered and stayed inside each other’s souls and souls started talking to each other inside,
telephone became unnecessary.
My heart wrote poems in brunda consciousness
నా వెంట బృంద నా పంట బృంద
నా వెంట బృంద నా పంట బృంద
నా కంట బృంద నా ఇంట బృంద
నా లోన బృంద నా జ్ఞాన బృంద
నా చిన్న బృంద నా మిన్న బృంద
నీ నామం నా మంత్రం
నీ వాక్యం నా కావ్యం
నీ పాదాలు నీ ప్రసాదాలు
నా పూజా ఫలితాలు
నీవే నా దత్త గురువు
దత్త దీక్ష ఇచ్చావు
నీవే నా ఆత్మవు
నీవే పరమాత్మవు
నీ ధ్యానం దివ్య లోక సందర్శనం
along me is brunda, my harvest is brunda
in my eyes brunda, in my home brunda
in me brunda, my gyan brunda
my small brunda, my great brunda
thy name is , my manthra
thy talk , theme of my epic
thy feet thy gift of grace
result of my pooja
you are my dathaguru
initiated in to datha deeksha
you are my athma
you are paramathma
thy memory the vision of god's abode
it was an intoxication, an addiction.
just a memory of hers in me , and of mine in her, she says too ,is enough to send into a trance, even after a long time now, ---we not wishing / not needing to visit each others' homes, --though earlier we did once
love overcomes the distance ----physical or mental, and all barriers, biases , identities , ----like god it is
.................read on.....................
what next?
gradually our tele con lost charm, we felt
one day i said '' brunda who is inside me is more charming than you''
not surprized, she said '' i want to talk to you from my inside only not thru phone, or in person''
all this telecon was on earth plane, a walk talk, very nice enjoyable
on the way we got into a super plane, the pushpak viman , inside, enjoying the flight talk 1000 times more charming.
i glimpsed this jump in my poem while i wrote ''in me brunda my gyan brunda''
what was the means for this jump?
it is name brunda
the names takes the flight directly in to me--not the any physical id aspects in our meet or talk--though they were the initial steps, but slow
rishi here cognizes the glory of nama smarana, nama japa , just the name that's it
purandara dasa sings
neenyaako? ninna hangyaako? ranga
ninna namada balavondiddare saako
what avail are, you , your glory? ranga
the strength of your name alone is enough
this break journey takes place, getting off the train, and catching the flight.
one goes beyond the glory of icons, form phenomena mahima of gods to the inside of that god thru one's own inside.applies to temples, gurus, saints who / what ever in manifest form----every one takes us to our inside and stay there in full fledge glory unending
all saints have taken this inside flight meera, jayadev, bilva mangal, akka, thukaram chaithanya --- many many others.
true love undependent, unconditional , independent of our psycho physio, endures within.
blessed are true lovers they are gods to each other and to all in the universe
along me is brunda, my harvest is brunda
in my eyes brunda, in my home brunda
in me brunda, my gyan brunda
my small brunda, my great brunda
thy name is , my manthra
thy talk , theme of my epic
thy feet thy gift of grace
result of my pooja
you are my dathaguru
initiated in to datha deeksha
you are my athma
you are paramathma
thy memory the vision of god's abode
it was an intoxication, an addiction.
just a memory of hers in me , and of mine in her, she says too ,is enough to send into a trance, even after a long time now, ---we not wishing / not needing to visit each others' homes, --though earlier we did once
love overcomes the distance ----physical or mental, and all barriers, biases , identities , ----like god it is
.................read on.....................
what next?
gradually our tele con lost charm, we felt
one day i said '' brunda who is inside me is more charming than you''
not surprized, she said '' i want to talk to you from my inside only not thru phone, or in person''
all this telecon was on earth plane, a walk talk, very nice enjoyable
on the way we got into a super plane, the pushpak viman , inside, enjoying the flight talk 1000 times more charming.
i glimpsed this jump in my poem while i wrote ''in me brunda my gyan brunda''
what was the means for this jump?
it is name brunda
the names takes the flight directly in to me--not the any physical id aspects in our meet or talk--though they were the initial steps, but slow
rishi here cognizes the glory of nama smarana, nama japa , just the name that's it
purandara dasa sings
neenyaako? ninna hangyaako? ranga
ninna namada balavondiddare saako
what avail are, you , your glory? ranga
the strength of your name alone is enough
this break journey takes place, getting off the train, and catching the flight.
one goes beyond the glory of icons, form phenomena mahima of gods to the inside of that god thru one's own inside.applies to temples, gurus, saints who / what ever in manifest form----every one takes us to our inside and stay there in full fledge glory unending
all saints have taken this inside flight meera, jayadev, bilva mangal, akka, thukaram chaithanya --- many many others.
true love undependent, unconditional , independent of our psycho physio, endures within.
blessed are true lovers they are gods to each other and to all in the universe
adwaitha details down to dwaitha,
down to countless thathva
and infinite matha
infinite matha evolve in conutless thatva
which evolve into dwaitha
that evolves to adwaitha
and process continues
diversity to unity
unity to diversity
god in unity creates infinite diversity
each item in diversity evolves in to final unity
universe is expanding somewhere
contracting somewhere
we are detailing things
or we are summing up details
march is upward
and downward
all is forward
it's reward