||Yoga of Imperishable Brahman|| Said Arjuna: "O Purushottama, what is that Brahman, What is Adhyatma (inner Self) and what is karma ? What is said to be Adhibhuta (the primeval being ) and what is referred to as Adhidaiva (the Supreme Deity)?"
Said Lord Supreme: "Indestructible and beyond all is Brahman. Ones own self is called Adhyatma. The cause behind the creation of all the beings is called karma. Adhibhuta is by nature destructible. The Purusha (the Manifested Supreme Self) is Adhidaiva. And certainly I am Adhiyagna in the body, O best of the embodied.
Always thinking of the Creator, the Ancient, the Ordainer, One who is smaller than the atom, the upholder of all, the unthinkable (beyond thought).....
....At the time of death, with unwavering mind, engaged in devotion, by the strength of Yoga, establishing the prana (breath) completely between the two eye brows, he attains the Divine and transcendental Personality of Brahman.
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How did the meaning of all this part from my soul? That I need words today to search for the meaning of something so deep within me and within all.
Shook me!! Reading it over and again!!
When I reflect on Advaita, I am left speechless and silent. As though robbed of words. A feeling. Here. Now. Yet beyond all experience. The observer of all. And the participant in all.
I feel like the nib of a pen. Yes the nib of an ink pen. Connected to the pen, through which the ink flows. When it touches the canvas of the world it writes it's story. As though the reality lies in the story. Forgetting for a while where the ink flows from. Caught in the illusion of writing the story as though the nib is writing that story.
A few nibs realize their connection to the pen. They then write their stories gracefully with awareness of the source of the ink. Some nibs are worshiped. Some crucified. Others go about their business as though nothing happened. Either way the 'presence' of that nib aware of its connection to the source of flow is unmistakable.
Will end with a comment from 'I Am That'
"The real does not die, the unreal never lived.
Once you know that death happens to the body and not to you, you just watch your body falling off like a discarded garment.
The real you is timeless and beyond birth and death."
Rachu - yep!! it took me a lot of reads to really feel it sink in a bit.
Ajay - wow.. what do i say...
at the moment i read the nib/pen/paper analogy.. i became it.. not the nib :p but the truth behind the words..
i felt it.. so deep a thing within me..
strange that i am living it..but experiencing it through the finiteness and familiarity .. smallscaleness of a pen, nib and ink helps me connect with the infinite in myself.
thank you for the simplicity and the depth of truth in your words!
YOU need to post this on your blog.
Hey thanks! Touched by your expression.
Its funny that...
Words evoke a wordless experience.
An analogy points to the pointless.
And that the finite connects us to the infinite.