Hidden behind the veil of mystery, Beauty is eternally free from the slightest stain of imperfection. From the atoms of the world, He created a multitude of mirrors; into each one of them He cast the image of His Face; to the awakened eye, anything that appears beautiful is only a reflection of that Face.
Now that you have seen the reflection, hurry to its Source; in that primordial Light the reflection vanishes completely. Do not linger far from that primal Source; when the reflection fades, you will be lost in darkness. The reflection is as transient as the smile of a rose; if you want permanence, turn towards the Source; if you want fidelity, look to the Mine of faithfulness. Why tear your soul apart over something here one moment and gone the next?
Jami, translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut - 'Perfume of the Desert'
By meditating upon Him, uniting with Him, through the constant practice of reflecting upon His nature, one can over come the ubiquitous maya of this world.
*** The one who is without color, diversified by its union power, distributes many colors in its hidden purpose, and into this, its end and beginning, the universe dissolves.
It is divine. May it endow us with clear intellect. It is fire; it is the sun; it is air, and it is the moon. It is the seed; it is God; it is the waters; it is the creator.
*** What good are the sacred verses, in the highest heaven where all the gods are seated, to the one who does not know this? Those who know this are assembled here.
Sacred poetry, sacrifices, ceremonies, vows, the past, the future, and what the scriptures declare, all this the illusion-maker projects out of this, and in it by illusion the other is confined.
Thus know that nature is illusion and that the great Lord is the illusion-maker. The whole world is filled with beings who are parts of this.
The one who rules over every source, in whom the universe comes together and dissolves, the Lord, giver of blessings, divinely loving, by revering this, one finds peace.
That which is the source and origin of the gods, sovereign of all, may Rudra, the great seer, who saw the golden germ when it was born, endow us with clear intellect.
Who is the master of the gods on whom the worlds rest? Who is the Lord of the two-footed and four-footed here? To what god shall we reverently give offerings?
Subtler than the subtle in the middle of confusion, the creator of all in various forms, the one embracer of the universe, by knowing this as kind one attains eternal peace.
It is the protector of the world in time, the master of the universe, hidden in all creatures, with whom the seers of God and the gods are joined in union. By knowing this, one cuts the ties of death.
By knowing as kind the one who is hidden in all things, very fine like clarified butter, richer than butter, the one who encompasses the whole universe--- by knowing the divine you may be released from bondage.
This God, the world-builder, the great soul, always seated in the heart of creatures, is reached by the heart, by understanding, by the mind. Those who know that become immortal.
When there is no darkness, then there is no day or night, no being or non-being, only the kind one alone. That is the imperishable, the splendor of Savitri; from that came primal wisdom.
Not above nor across nor in the middle has one grasped this. There is no comparison to that whose name is great glory. Its form cannot be seen; no one ever sees it with eyes. Those who know it in heart and mind as living in the heart become immortal.
Sometimes I looked for you here, and some times there To have your sight I’ve been ruined and I’ve everywhere The dear ones vanished, but No one got a lead to you
You are not, yet you are at every place, You are a puzzle
With what splendour you can be seen in every speck But the mind is puzzled what you look like and what you are You are a puzzle
I looked for you in the houses of worship, but couldn’t find you Yet I found you residing in my heart, You are a puzzle
I couldn’t find you anywhere But the spectacle is that You are there, where we are You are a puzzle
If there is none but you Then I cannot understand why veil Yourself You are a puzzle
You manifest-in the houses of worship Your light is resplendent in these places You are a puzzle
He who is lost in your love, He is rewarded You could not be found either in a temple or Ka’bah But you could be found in a broken heart Sometimes you are hidden as non-existence and somewhere you appear as existence If you are not then why deny? Even the negation confirms your existence The one I call my Existence who is that if not you? If you didn’t come in my thoughts Then how did I learn you are God? You are a puzzle
What puzzles me is who and what are You You’re an idol when You come by and if not then You are God You are a puzzle
How did the one who entered wisdom could become Everlasting? How did one who comes into mind’s grasp become God The philosopher doesn’t find God in an argument He is trying to untangle the cord but cannot find the top You tell all You are homeless But surprisingly You dwell in a broken heart You are a puzzle
If there is none but You 0 God, Then what is all this commotion about? You are a puzzle
You don’t hide, You don’t show Yourself You show the manifestation but don’t show Yourself You don’t remove the conflicts of the manner of worship You don’t reveal the exact things I’m surprised how You accommodated in my heart? When the two worlds are not enough for You You are in the houses of worship You are faithless for not showing Your countenance You are a puzzle
The puzzle taken strange possession of my heart A confused picture it’s drawn within it I do not understand what all this puzzle is What is this game You’ve been playing since the beginning of time You made the soul the prisoner of the body’s cage and then put the guard of death on it You make the bird of contrivance fly ‘ yet you’ve spread the net of fate everywhere For years you adorned the world and hereafter yet you have also made the plan of destruction Though you claim to be homeless Yet you preached about home, kith and kin This is bad, this good, this is hell, this is heaven Please tell me what is in this perplexity? For Adam’s crime you punish his children Is that the standard of your justice? By giving the earthly vicegerency to the man, You have made it into a spectacle For Your own recognition you created all But you hide yourself from all You are a puzzle
You draw and erase yourself I don’t know which crime of desire you punish us Sometimes you’ll turn a pebble into a diamond Other times you’ll turn a diamond into dust The one who revived many dead You made him to adorn the crucifix The one that longed to have your sight on the Mount Sinai You reduced the Mount to ashes with the Lightning of your Manifestation You wished Abraham to be thrown into Nimrud’s Fire Then you turned that fire into flowers yourself Sometimes you throw a Canaanite into the well of Canaanites And then deprive Jacob of his sight You make Joseph to be put into the slave-mart of Egypt And then you also make him the king of Egypt When someone reaches to the destination of higher spirituality You make him to voice: I’m the Truth Then allow the verdicts of infidelity against Him You send yourself Mansoor to the crucifix One day he too loses his life Whom You make to see Your sight If a Ranjha goes in Your quest You make him in the charity of Jhang If some Majnun goes in Your quest You make him a beloved of some Laila If Your love awakens in Sassi’s heart You scorch her in a burning desert If Sohni imagined you as her Mahinval You drowned her into the ragging currents You do as You wish by summoning to the Heaven And in a single night You can make the Prophet’s Accession to Heaven You are a puzzle
You’re Your Veil You are a puzzle
I accept what I say You mind it a little But still I’ve a little complaint to make You sat quiet on your Throne and watched Muhammad’s grandson the scorching desert of Karbala How he was giving his blood for Your Love though he was thirsty for three days His enemies were after all enemies, but it’s sad even you didn’t provide him with a little Water Every favour of oppression is the inheritance of the oppressor But the oppressed is neither consoled nor comforted Yesterday he who had a crown on his head Today I see him with a begging bowl What is this? If I ask, your answer is That no one can get acquainted with this secret You are a puzzle
You are a world of astonishment You are a puzzle
You are Omnipresent but I do not know where I have heard your name but I do not know your location You are a puzzle
Once the heart’s wish is fulfilled it glows And when eyes are gratified they are filled With tears When a person is lost in spiritual love He is elevated and becomes like Bahu the poet No one comes to harm under a dagger But the arrow in an infant’s throat becomes the scale of justice You are a puzzle
How carefree you are. A long story you are You are a puzzle
Inquiring about you cause confusion at Every step I see discord between the circumstances and Ideas I become a picture of distress Whenever I see in the mirror of the world I see so many contradictions in a single eye I see one place divided into so many parts Somewhere I see the autumnal smoke of hardship and somewhere I see the monsoon showers of blessing Here I see hissing rivers and there silent Mountains Here I see a forest, there I see a desert and somewhere else I see a garden This style of division writhes me I see some rich and some poor here In Day's share, I see only one sun shinning While the night is bedecked with millions of stars Here I see the withered flowers of truth There I see the thorns of lies abloom Somewhere I see Shamas skinned alive Somewhere I see Sarmad’s head severed What is night? What is morning? What is light? What is darkness? After all I’m also your deputy, why You say "what is yours?" You are a puzzle
What would a person see of you? You are veiled in every way You are a puzzle
These mosques, temples and taverns Some believe in this and some believe in that All are your abodes dear, Some believe in this and some believe in that We are convinced of your Oneness Someone leans towards negation But You know the truth Someone believes in this and someone believes in that One includes him with the creation The other stays aloof from all Both are Your devotees Some believe in this and some believe in that If all are the devotees of your name Then why the conflict of your names? You are a puzzle
You are in every house of worship You are in both the worlds wherever one is You are there for him In everywhere You are Unique You are a puzzle
You are the centre of our quest, the world of colour and scent You manifest all the time, You are Omnipresent In Bahu’s surrounds there is only You You are the beloved, very Handsome You are the Glory and Honour of the Heavens You are the gain of longings of the two worlds You gave eyes and makes us perform ablution with the tears Now give us a flask of your manifestation Come out of the veil before me For a short meeting and a conversation Naaz will tell his beads place to place, street to street Allah is one, He has no partner Allahu, Allahu, Allahu......................
Cin-Mudra (“consciousness seal”) is the symbolic psychic gesture of consiousness. The three fingers standing out represent body, mind and intellect i.e standing out, going beyond or transcending one's body, mind and intellect. The index finger bending - Meaning - surrendering or annihilating one's ego. The result of the above two is a circle formed by the index finger touching the thumb - i.e one realizes the Supreme.
The conclusions of Rig and other Vedas, The heart of Sivagama and allied scriptures Are but the divine hand-gestures of Cin Mudra; In them who realized this but once in their heart Will the Waters of Bliss forever well up. Tayumanavar/1409 - (52.2)
Namah Somaya cha Rudraya cha Salutations to Him who is with His consort Uma and Him who destroys illusions.
Here Soma is translated as Siva/Shakti, or with Uma as His other half, or Ardhanarishvara. Usually there is more than one meaning to these words, and therefore Soma is also translated as 'the moon glow of the mystics vision', which would be obvious to the meditator.
When in meditation, looking afar, up above the sahasra chakra, we see a pale blue sky with the moon at high noon. This is Soma. Its/His spreading rays (Cipivista aka Vishnu) bathes us in His Glory. This explains the crescent moon on the head of the One Lord in His icon, as Somanatha.
Indra was a great drinker of Soma; before his confrontation with Vritra he drank rivers of it to gain the strength needed to overcome the fearsome dragon who obstructed the fertile flow of the waters. Agni also consumed it in large amounts. Soma was what gave the Vedic gods their strength and immortality.
The Rig veda (8.48) states, "We have drunk the Soma; we have become immortal; we have gone to the light; we have found the gods."
This sutra is often taken to show that soma is a juice or ambrosia; but it really means that Soma is a Lord who has penetrated the stilled mind of the worshipper, who has been filled with the joy of Soma, a condition of enlightenment, the state of immanent satchidananda.
When Soma flows (the glow of the moon in meditation) it makes the mind pure. The moon-glow, Cipivista, drenches the mind, makes it clear, and provides all kinds of medicines for ailments. The clear and stilled mind is the mind of Rudra. This clears the confusion as to who, or what is Soma.
Trikaagnikaalaaya is translated as 'one who alone holds awareness of God, Soul and the World'.
The many Hindu philosophies are attempts to understand the nature of these 3 entities, although we are told by Kutsa, that only He, Rudra, knows, and the relationship between these 3 entities cannot ever be known (explained) by others.
Concluding verse in the RUDRAM:
Praanaanaam Grantirasi Rudro O Rudra, you are even the veil that comes between us! Maa Visaantakah Tenaan nenaa apyaa yasva. Let that which separates us be consumed by you!
The Divine Essence that goes far away, from the waking, and likewise from the sleeping, and that one far-traveling Light of lights, On that - the Auspicious Will of the Divine - may my mind dwell. (1)
That by which wise men, skillful in rituals, and steady in assemblies, perform their tasks, that peerless Spirit that lies in all creatures, On that - the Auspicious Will of the Divine - may my mind dwell. (2)
That which is deep knowledge, intellect, memory, that which is the deathless Flame in living beings, without which nothing whatever is done, On that - the Auspicious Will of the Divine - may my mind dwell. (3)
That immortal Essence by which all the past and present world is comprehended, by which the ritual spreads with the seven priests, On that - the Auspicious Will of the Divine - may my mind dwell. (4)
That in which the Rik, the Sāman, the Yajus are held firm, like spokes in the nave of a chariot-wheel, in which all thoughts of living beings lie interwoven, On that - the Auspicious Will of the Divine - may my mind dwell. (5)
That which guides men like a good charioteer who controls fleet-footed horses with the reins, that which abides in the heart, most swift and active, On that - the Auspicious Will of the Divine - may my mind dwell. (6)
Ten in Sanskrit is dashan (dasan). Ten is the first double digit number formed by the coming together of one and zero. The zero stands for nirguna Brahman. The one stands for both Saguna Brahman and the individual Atman. In the number 10 thus we find a very deep symbolic significance. The number symbolically represents the incarnation of God, the conscious and willful coming together of the transcendent and the immanent, of the mortal and the immortal, with God manifesting himself fully in earthly form with his splendor and energies. In a less significant way it also symbolizes a self realized yogi who has experienced Brahman or Atman in human body. An awakened being is complete and different from an ordinary mortal because she has the internal awareness of 10 while the latter has only that of 01.
Durga is depicted as having eight or ten hands. These represent eight quadrants or ten directions in Hinduism. This suggests that she protects the devotees from all directions.
The eminent Shankaracharya classified renunciants into ten categories, giving them names based mostly on natural and geographical variety.
The Rig Veda Samhita contains ten books of hymns to various deities.
The tenth Sikh Guru Gobind Singh wrote dasam Granth (Tenth Granth).
The villain in the Ramayana was RavaNa. He had ten faces. Therefore he is also known as Dasakantha the ten-headed or the ten necked one. He is said to be an embodiment of dashendriya: five organs of knowledge and five motor organs. Lord Rama is knownas dasaripu as he killed the ten headed demon king Ravana in the battle. The story is probably an allegory of a egoistic man (01) trying to compete with an incarnation (10) with the strength and knowledge of ten egoistic individuals but without the aid of the inner self (one) and God (zero).
The father of the epic hero Rama was called Dasharatha because he had ten chariots which went along ten directions which consist of the four cardinal directions (East, West, North, and South), the four diagonal ones (Northeast,Southeast, Northwest, and Southwest), as well as the upward and downward directions. He is said to have had full control over his ten as he had control over the ten horses.
In the Hindu framework the Divine manifests itself periodically here on earth for the welfare of human kind. According to Hindu tradition Lord Vishnu's incarnations are ten in number of which nine have already taken place and the tenth is yet to come. Elevation of the humblest, the fish, the most ignored, the tortoise, and the man's headstrong antagonist, the boar, first three of Vishnu's ten incarnations, to the status of the Supreme Being, not only generated reverence for all beings but also helped cosmic unity and equilibrium.
The tenth and last day of the Navaratra festival is called Dassara (Dusshera). It is dedicated to the Mother Goddess in some parts of India or taken to celebrate Rama's victory (Vijayadashami) in other region.
The Sanskrit writer Dananjaya (10th century C.E.) wrote a work on theater theory entitled Dashar√pika. Here he listed ten kinds of dramatical works. (Recall that categorization is a science in which classical Hindus excelled.)
It's possible to continue long... For ex., in Buddhism: taken as a group of ten fingers, the hands represent the Five Buddhas (right) and their consorts (left), the ten symbolic prongs of the vajra, the ten perfections or the ten virtues...
The Ten Commandments (Decalogue) accepted by Judaism, Christianity and Islam...
At contemplation of art-piece i'm not interested in carefulness, intricacy, invention... Most important - whether is life breath in this...picture, unsightly object, installation or simple video...
But never before it was possible for any artist to create a natural flower...
