Badri's Pastimes

2009-09-27T11:13:00.001-04:00

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Label

2009-08-15T11:49:00.010-04:00

In defining, we lose to see

In losing to see, the essence

In losing the essence, the meaning

In losing the meaning, the facts

In losing the facts, the purpose

In losing the purpose, Oh this very life!

Unveiled is the mind that ceases to verbalize

Unraveled is the mind that ceases to symbolize

Undiscovered is the mind that continues to Labelize

Lethargy

2008-05-05T09:30:00.003-04:00

When will it fall, desire in forms
When will it arise, thy wisdom storm
When will it cease, rituals and norms
When will it awaken, an inner reform
When will it quench, pouring thought swarms
When will it fill, so stillness transforms

Atma Jnana

2007-01-28T21:29:00.001-05:00

in the nature of samsara
everything is but anitya
experiencing this tattva
is the essence of Nirvana

this world born of avidya
gives birth to sukha & dukha
meditating on this maya
is the practice of Jnana

the flame of ahankaara
fading amidst the wind of atmagnana
spreads the fragrance of ananda
in the path of dhyana

vishnu, brahma or iishvara
dwelling as eternal antah atma
without a second manifested as jiva
is supreme knowledge of vedanta

Mindfulness

2007-01-25T13:14:00.000-05:00

To see cause of action (ending)
To see arising of action (present)
To see cessation of action (begining)
To be in this moment (truth)

To see oppurtunity in suffering (sadhana)
To see body as non self (illusion)
To see mind in movement (thoughts)
To be observer in doer (meditation)

to see permanence in impermanence (self)
to see impermanence in permanence (world)
to see inaction in action (wisdom)
to see action in inaction (rishi)

Ending Movement

2007-01-20T22:17:00.000-05:00

Mysteriously bound is the mind
in physical phenomenon of reality that blinds
incessant and momentous in its pereverance
pursues the dream of desire in all its appearance

in castles of expectation are its actions built
with inevitable walls of disappointments silts
it learns to lurk,label, love and long
but never a moment to be in stillness and calm

Constantly in search, for happiness & peace
not knowing the very wanting doesnt give release,
in the never ending cycle we continue to blossom, thus whither
amidst seldom unborn ever shining inlooker

Pathlessness to Happiness

2007-01-13T22:34:00.000-05:00

in wanting to be happy
happiness is lost in wanting
in doing to be happy
happines is lost in doing
in becoming to be happy
happiness is lost in becoming
in just being happy
is happiness, found in one's being

The Present

2007-01-12T01:52:00.000-05:00

In contact with senses, in each moment
Arises the myriad objects in accrument
To name, To identify, is mind’s excitement
In the path that leads to self indictment

From stillness, that springs each moment
Arises the form, from formless incitement
To be, Or not to be, remains the predicament
As long as transcendence remains an adjournment

In flicker of hope, is each moment
lies wisdom's treasure in confinement
To see, to observe, I's absentment
is the path that leads to self-enlightenment

Search, Blogging & Immortality

2006-06-04T02:23:00.000-04:00

Excerpt from the Book "The Search" by John Battelle
How Google and its rivals Rewrote the rules of Business and Transformed our Culture.

"What does it mean, I wondered, to become immortal through words pressed in clay-or, as was the case here, through words formed in bits and transferred over the web? Is that not what every person longs for - what Odysseus choose over kalypso's nameless immortality-to die, but to be known forever? And does not search offer the same immortal imprint: is not existing forever in the indexes of Google and others the modern day equivalent of carving our stories into stone? For anyone who has ever written his own name into a search box and anxiously awaited the results, i believe the answer is yes." - John Battelle

Shakuntala

2006-05-28T20:59:00.000-04:00

Her glance was caring & my hopes were bright
Her speech was short with words that delight
Her smile was radiant, like the moon at night
Her steps were slow yet attractive in gait

Her looks were noble, fires of passion ignite
Her features were slender yet majestic than Knights
Her eyes so proud yet her heart polite
Her manners so gentle, provoked poets to write

Her laughter so irresistible, a thunderous light
Her character so simple yet profound to excite
Her love so pure in line of my sight
Her being so divine , didnt need me quite

Karmic Katabasis

2006-05-26T23:15:00.000-04:00

A world of our own making
With beliefs, hopes & dreams
An illusion we call reality
With fantasies, dreams & deceptions
A game we came to act
With friends, families & fellow travelers
A desire forever arose
With likes, dislikes and whims.

A birth of our own karma
With tendencies, impulses & unfulfilled needs
A personality costume we wore
With fear, insecurity & anxieties
A character we chose to play
With sadness, anger and grief
A time unchosen will end the play
With regret, remorse and guilt

Always & Never

2006-04-18T13:08:00.000-04:00

A mind which dwells in simple delights
Is never bored with life’s trite
A mind which dwells in whiny wants
Is always needy with ghostly haunts
A mind which longs for the soul immortal
Is never in poverty for its internal and eternal
A mind which longs for outer security
Is always disappointed and sad in obscurity
A mind which learns from own life’s experience
Is never doubting the lessons of its existence
A mind which learns only by competition
Is always to breed fear, envy and opposition
A mind which holds itself near & dear
Is never shaken even in a state of fear
A mind which holds on to fleeting transience
Is always missing the here and now conscience
A mind which sees in mirror of humility
Is never tired to learn life in tranquility
A mind which sees itself above all
Is always trapped, to its own ego to befall

Deforestation

2006-04-15T22:23:00.000-04:00

A garland without flowers
A garden without them
A year without spring
A lifetime without them
A landscape without trees
A planet without them
A land without water
An ocean without them
A sky without clouds
And rain without them
A forest without animals
An habitat without them
A life without balance
A mind without them
An earth without life
And man without them

Forever

2006-04-14T20:56:00.000-04:00

Even sun will die
In space, it sworns
Even space will die
In mind, as it belongs
Even memories will die
In time, as we age along
Even time will die
In Love, to adorn
Even love will die
In end?, I mourn
Even the end will die
In karma, to be reborn
whatever you may own
lives to this song
thats all to be known
and is taught lifelong.

Garb of Reality

2006-04-14T13:22:00.000-04:00

suffering garbed is desire
sorrow garbed is expectations
ignorance garbed is illusion
fear garbed is anger
insecurity garbed is possesiveness
karma garbed is action
wisdom garbed is happiness
love garbed is humanity
nature garbed is God
Reality garbed is Reality

Being Not Becoming

2006-04-12T21:42:00.000-04:00

Its Never too late
To be what you would have been
It could be too late
To still try becoming rather just be
Its Never too late
To know what you have become over lifetimes
It could be too late
Not to know you are an infinite being this lifetime

Awakening our Awareness

2006-04-11T19:46:00.000-04:00

Accepting ourselves is the face of Sincerity.
Sincerity is the anchor of focus, a compass for self direction, a mirror of guidance
The inner guidance by practice triggers a natural subconscious process called Awakening.
With Awakening begins the actual journey of bringing to forefront our beautiful inner self
Thought no longer chooses but the very thinking is choosen.
Then from being someone who is reactive, we become someone who is aware.

Uncertainity

2006-04-10T21:42:00.000-04:00

It's not for us to know when it will happen.
It will happen when it's time.
And when it's time you'll know it
it will then be beautiful, perfect and filling.
You will start radiating the joy once again
as that moment will dissolve all questions
You will be irreversibly transformed
to a state where there no longer exist past
but only moments of reality, always as now

A Prayer

2006-04-09T21:28:00.000-04:00

When we feel down and alone
Lets make the present moment our friend
When we are challenged
Lets question what is our relationship with the present moment, is it harmonious?
When we feel a sense of loss
Lets remember if at all there is a solution it can only be in the present
When we feel sad of the past
Lets understand that it is felt by your 'BEING' , which is present tense always
When we are anxious of the future
Lets become self aware that when future comes , it will only come in the present
When we feel the 'connectedness'
Lets realize there was never a time where it did not or will not cease to exist, as we are verily existence
When we cry
Lets do so by completely and wholeheartedly accepting the situation, without a conflict or escape.
When we are happy
Lets enjoy and strive to live it in every such moment, every single day

Physical Chemistry

2006-04-08T01:44:00.000-04:00

So what, if these loving eyes have dark circles?
I have been sleepless ever since you left me
So what, if these limbs are weak and shoulders shrunk?
I have last all my vigor and strength after I gave my heart
So what, that I am no longer so attractive to you?
I have withered my every petal in this eternal longing for you
So what, if this body is ever slowly decaying ?
It is so religiously doing its duty in every moment
Can we really see that Love without any of its form?
Are we so illusioned that we just cant see it ?
Choose between what you are and what you want to be
Heart never listens to the Mind, it is always the other way!
And when mind listens to the heart, it ceases to be
In Love thus ceases “I”-ness to become Oneness.
You cant love without a heart
Nor can you have a heart without love
You cannot take the love which you gave
You cannot give love until the you is taken

Life's Approach

2006-04-07T01:49:00.000-04:00

Pragmatism is a rational approach.
Even Honesty is an ideological approach
Acceptance is the most magnanimous approach
Belief is a self satisfactory approach.
Spontaneity is our heats approach
Safety and Fear is our minds approach
Hurt is our self made image’s approach
Happiness is our inner being approach

Rishi of Love

2006-04-06T11:34:00.000-04:00

You saw my pearls of love as mere tears
You saw my melting pot of my being’s love as mere weakness
You saw my unconditional acceptance out of love as mere incapacity
You saw my mind drenched in heart’s love as mere instrument to impress
You saw my longing for love’s courtship as mere anxiety
You saw my innocence blossoming out of love as mere childishness
You saw my creativity that sprung from love’s spontaneity as mere fantasy
You saw my sensitivity and tenderness out of love as mere imbalance
You saw my words that danced to love’s music as mere flattery
I saw in you the divine inner being beyond all its labels and forms as Love

The Union

2006-03-26T10:29:00.000-05:00

Where is love
If the ‘I’ has not disappeared still?
Where is beloved
If we cannot find it inside one's heart
Where is courtship
if the heart and mind is not married in oneself
Where is the need for marriage
If we are not in wedlock with divine
Where is divine
If not in you and as yourself

Artful Life

2006-03-19T11:50:00.000-05:00

Art comes from not obsession but passion.
Poetry is one of its multifaceted expressions
And the artist himself is its everflowing inspiration.
improvization is its tool sculpted in spontaneity
which transcends definitiveness and certainity
from the self created 'reality' of safety
to a state of experiencing the 'now' in totality
where...
Imagination becomes the art of the mind
Love, the art of the Hearts
Truth, the art of the inner being
Happiness, as art of this blessed life

Zephyr

2006-03-12T15:56:00.000-05:00

If I had been that dry sultry air
I came looking for your wisdom’s moisture
If I had been that fierce self destructive wind
I came to thee land to calm and die down
If I have become this very pleasant breeze
I came from thy sea of love that made me warm
If I am still that ever fresh zephyr
I come again and again to kiss your beauty

From my garden of words arises the flower of poetry,
every single day blessed and kissed by the divine light
the birds of love and wisdom in threrein they flock
to bless and thank the beauty in us that forgot