The Song of Buddha

I am a farmer

I sowed some seeds

They sprouted and now Flowers have bloomed to them

My whole life is filled with the Fragrance

This Fragrance put me in a different world

A new birth is blessed to me!

(photo: lalupate)

 

Now I am no longer that I used to be

The unseen and the unknown have open their doors

I am seeing a world which is not seen through the eyes

I am hearing music which ears can not hear.

 

Whatsoever I have found and known is eager to flow

Just as the mountain waterfalls and springs

Which flow and rush towards the ocean.

 

Remember, when the clouds are full,

They have to shower

And when the flowers are filled,

They have to release fragrance to the winds

And when a lamp is lit,

The light is bound to radiate.

 

Something like this has happened

The winds are carrying away some seeds from me

I have no idea in what fields they will land

But I know from the seeds like these

I have attained the Flowers of life

Which are so divine and immortal.

 

And in whatever field they land,

The very soil there will turn into these Flowers

Just as flowers are inherent in the soil
In death is hidden the immortal

And in death is life

But in the absence of seeds

The dream of the soil remains unfulfilled

The seeds make manifest which was hidden.

 

Whatever I have, whatever I am,

I want to give away as seeds of divine

What is attained in knowledge-knowing,

Love gives away in abundance

In knowing, one knows God

In love, one BECOMES God

Knowledge is the Discipline,

Love is the fulfillment.

 

---- Inspired by, from and dedicated to Seeds of the Wisdom (Osho)

 

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1. Celebration of Being Alive
2. My Beloved
3. Esoteric Journey of a Soul
4. Talas-2
5. Talas-1

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Esoteric Journey of a Soul

Once there was a little soul
Wandering in the heaven
In the fathomless joy
And in the infinite love

Then,
He prayed to the Beloved
O dear! I like to be away
Away from you temporarily
Pretend I am not love and joy
Dream am separated from you
So that when I awake
Would rejoice with newer ecstasy
Would re-taste the fresher love

Then,
He looked around
There were infinite souls
Rambling in bliss
Were so dear like LOVE itself
Not less inferior than him

Then,
The little soul revealed his wish
To those majestic souls
With embarrassing voice
And ask what he could do for them
As he had the yearn for some good
For the inception of new journey

Then,
One majestic soul propose
O dear! We too come to earth
With same wish as thou have
That time we may pretend
Pretend to hurt you
Act to injure you for some reason

That time,
O tiny one!
O our dearest mate!
Forgive us!!
That will be the elegant gift
And the glorious start
The start of new journey

Mean time,
Suddenly I woke up
With piercing sensation in my heart
Could dream be so real?

Then a question resided in me
Am I the little soul ?
The multitudes around me
Are the majestic souls??
Playing as a part of cosmic game???

Celebration of Being Alive: Happy New Year

(This poem is dedicated to those who have fire in their heart.

The fire..the passion to know "why am I living in the world''..

I wish may the coming year bring the fruits of their pursuit.)

After the long restless nights of enigmatic dreams

After the drowsy hours of the slumbering mind

Yet to decide “am I still dreaming or awakened?”

There was herald I sensed…

Before I was aware that was not dream

I saw the existence revived all around

In wildness of chirping birds

In the blooming petal of the dewed flower

In the wonderful smell of the wet earth

In the scintillating coolness of still air

When wondering eyes focused on the distant

There was ruby sky on the remote east

And wandering clouds in the far horizon

My heart brightened gradually with remote sky

Getting colored slowly with rambling clouds

Dancing wildly with the blooming rose in subtle breeze

Such a synchronicity everywhere!!

My heart had yet to collect those esoteric feelings

My body yet to receive the awesome sensations

Ah! There was the apex of romance

Between the rising sun and the silent Himalaya

.

When I noticed the rays kissing the white Himalaya

My heart became Himalaya

Dissolving gradually and gradually

Radiating slowly and slowly with golden blush

With the caressing of the loving rays

And dancing in the rhythm of soundless music

(courtesy: www.spiritofthehimalayas.com)

I said to myself

Wait! Wait!!

I have yet to notice

The hardness vanishing in my heart

The questions dissolving in my mind

The curiosity diluting in the sentiments

With the charisma of blushing Himalaya?

Or the overwhelming emotion of the dancing heart??

In the mean time

I found...

There were my eyes

Bursting with rapture of the overflowing tears

Flooded with joy of unknown emotions

Then I understood the first time..

Why am still living in the world?

तलास जारी है...

(यि पङ्तियाँ मेरी यात्राकी मरुस्थलमे मिली पहली मरुद्यानकी प्रतिविम्ब हैँ। )

मुझे तलाश थी-ऐसी पवनकी, जिसकी एक स्पर्शसे खिले पत्थरभी।
तलाश थी- प्रेमनगरकी ऐसी बादशाहकी, जो एकबार झाँके और बस रुलादे।
खोज थी- उस सागरकी, जो डुबा सके सब गहिराइयाँ ध्यानकी।
तलाश थी- उस साकीकी, जिसकी शराब मैं पिउँ और रहु प्यासा भी,
और ऐसा नशा, जो दे होश भी और मस्ती भी।
तलाश थी- ऐसे आखोँकी, जो पढ् सके मेरी आखोँकी नमी।
तलाश थी-ऐसे नाविककी, जो अगर डुबादे तो भी सही,
और खोज थी- ऐसी वाणी, जो दे होठ्को हंसी और आँखोको नमी ,
तलाश थी- ऐसी चरणकी जिसे भिगा सके मेरी गम अनकही,

और आज जो मैंने पाया सोचके बढकर पाया।

(उही मरूद्यान-ओशो सिद्धार्थको समर्पित)

तलाश-१

बुद्धि सुतेको बेला
चतुर्याँई थाकेको बेला
आफूँसित एक्लै हुँदा म विस्तारै सुसेल्छु-
हेल्लो पृय!

तर उ आफ्नो सुरमा हुन्छ,
कहिले एकोहोरो सुफी धूनमा मस्त
त कहिले विद्रोहको फुँकार
कहिले प्रणयको गीत
त कहिले टोहोलाइरहन्छ सुन्सान।
कहिले विस्तारै पुर्लुक्क हेर्छ
अनि सुस्तरी फुस्फुसाउछ-जाने हो?
सोध्छु- कहाँ?

रहस्यमय उसका ओठ फुस्कनछन्-
जहाँ गन्तव्य पुग्न हतार छैन,
जहाँ विछोडमा पिडित हुनु पर्दैन,
जहाँ अरुलाइ हराएर खुशी हुनु पर्दैन,
जहाँ जिन्दगी दोहोर्याएर बाँच्न लोभ् लाग्दैन,

उ बर्सदै जान्छ मानौँ साउने झरी हो-
जहाँ तिमि आफुँ भएर बाँच्न पाउछौ,
जहाँ गल्ती गर्दा दू:ख मान्नु पर्दैन, न त अपराधबोध,
जहाँ हुरीझैँ उन्मुक्त वहन पाइन्छ,
जहाँ नदी झैँ वग्न पाइन्छ,
जहाँ विजुली झँ गड्कन पाइन्छ,
जहाँ वर्षा भै मनभरी रुन पाइन्छ ,
र, जहाँ मृत्यु सहर्ष स्विकार हुन्छ्।

तर म किंकर्तव्यविमुढ!
डरले भन्छ-पागल हुने मन छ र!
आश्चर्य अचम्भित-त्यस्तो पनि हुन्छ र!
अविश्वास शन्का गर्छ-धत वहियात कुरा!
बुद्धि थकित-म त हार खाइसकें!

म एक्लै छु, सुनसान सडकमा
न त दिशा पत्तो,
न त प्रकाश बोध,
उभिएको छु अवाक्।

कहाँ जाने थाह छैन-हिड्दै छु
पीडित छु-थाह छैन पीडा के हो?
घायल् छु-पत्तो छैन कहाँ छ घाउ?
रित्तो छु-होश छैन मागुँ के?
अहो यस्तो रहस्य!!

My Beloved

There were my days restless and night longing
You made me cried and awaken many nights
I was alone and helpless
Like a sheep who missed the folks.

One day you come to me as idyllic breeze
I, too, let myself to ramble with you
I told my love story
you taught me of loving.

You showered me by bliss
I offered few tears in return
I promised to be with you always and forget
you promised not but found with me always.

I begged always as my earnest need
you offered them as loving gifts
I used to hear love happens in two similars
Ah, what a wonderful exception! it happens in us.

Today I offer you everything
my delightful gift to you.

I offer,
a hymn not uttered by other songs
my secret theme that my heart chants
not intellectual and premeditated one
but the untutored strains of my heart

For you,
no hot house flower watered by the careful emotion
but rare blossoms decor on the highest faith
and the wild lily grown on the deepest tracts of my soul.

Happy birthday to you
...who never born nor died!