Reach out for realisation...Tripura Secret...

 

Understanding Thirumoolar' version of existence...

 

அது
ஆனால் நேற்றுத்தான் ......
வாழ்க்கைக்கோளத்திலிருந்து
அதிர்வுறுகின்ற
வடிவமற்ற சந்தமற்ற
ஒரு சின்னஞ்சிறு துண்டாய்
என்னை நானே
நினைத்துக்கொண்டேன் .
தற்போது
நான் தெரிந்துகொண்டேன் :
நானே இந்தப்பிரபஞ்சம் .
எனக்குள் இயங்கும்
எல்லா வடிவமுள்ள
ஒழுங்கான துண்டுகளில்
இயங்கும் எல்லா உயிரும் நானே -

கலீல் கிப்ரான் , மணலும் நுரையும்

Don't answer !

ஒரே ஒருமுறை தான்
பேச்சற்றுப்போனேன்
அது
நீ யார் ? என ஒரு மனிதன்
கேட்டபோது !

Know yourself

அறிவார் அறிக 

ஒண்ணா நயனத்தில் உற்ற ஒளிதன்னை
கண்ணாரப் பார்த்து கலந்தங்கிருந்திடில்
விண்ணாறு வந்து வெளிகண்டிடவோடிப்
பண்ணாமல் நின்றது பார்கலுமாமே

நாட்டம் இரண்டும்  நடுமூக்கில் வைத்திடில்
வாட்டமும் இல்லை மனைக்கும் அழி வில்லை
ஓட்டமும் இல்லை உணர்வில்லை தானில்லை
தேட்டமும் இல்லை சிவனவனாமே

நயனம் இரண்டும் நாசிமேல் வைத்திட
டுயர்வெலா வாயுவை உள்ளே அடக்கி
துயரற நாடியே தூங்கவல்லார்க்கு
பயனிது காயம் பயமில்லை தானே

- திருமூலர்

Why things happen as they do and when they do?

How strange  that you, the children of Time and Space , are not aware as yet that Time is the Universal memory inscribed on the tablet of Space. If everything at all- not only that which of you have a vivid collection, but that as well of which you are entirely unaware, you, being limitted by senses, can yet remember certain things between your birth and death, how much more so can Time which was before your birth and lasts indefinitely beyond your death?

I say to you that Time remembers everything at all- not only that which you have a vivid recollection, but that as well of which you are entirely unaware.

For there is no oblivion in Time; no, not of the slightest movement or breath or whim. All that is kept in the memory of Time is graven deep upon the things in the Space.

The very earth you tread; the very air you breath, the very house you dwell in can readily reveal to you the most minute details in the records of your lives, past, present and to come , had you but the stamina to read and the keenness to grasp the meaning.

In life as in death; on the earth and beyond the earth, you never are alone, but are in constant company of things and beings which have their share in your life and death, as you have yours in their life and death. As you partake of them , so they partake of you; and as you seek them, so they seek you.

Man has a will in everything; and each thing has a will in man. The interchange goes on uninterrupted.But the woefully bad accountant is the failing memory of Man. Not so the faultless memory of Time which keeps a most exact account of Man's relations with his fellow men and all the other beings in the Universe, and forces him to settle his accounts each twinkling of an eye , life after life and death after death.

MIKHAI NAIMY... the book of Mirdad.

Admit it ....

Admit It and Change Everything

Define and narrow me,

You starve yourself of yourself.


Nail me down in a box of cold words,

That box is your coffin.

I do not know who I am.


I am in astounded lucid confusion.


I am not a Christian, I am not a Jew,

I am not a Zoroastrian,


And I am not even a Muslim.


I do not belong to the land,

or to any known or unknown sea.


Nature cannot own or claim me, nor can heaven,


Nor can India, China, Bulgaria,


My birthplace is placelessness,


My sign to have and give no sign.


You say you see my mouth, ears, nose—

they are not mine.


I am the life of life.


I am that cat, this stone, no one.

I have thrown duality away like an old dishrag,


I see and know all times and worlds,


As one, one, always one.


So what do I have to do to get you to admit who is speaking?


Admit it and change everything!


This is your own voice echoing off the walls of God.

Rumi, 1207 - 1273 AD)(

Truth

Truth is not a commodity
that is not wanted by people
They think they already know it
They think 'who needs it?'
The moment a person becomes interested in truth,
he is no more part of the mob-
he becomes an individual.
That very interest creates individually.
You start existing only when you start searching for truth.
But the search is arduous.
It needs courage, it needs intelligence,
It needs awareness.

OSHO