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Poezija Biljane Vozarević

Hvala što uvek uz mene
ti si kada treba
k’o majka kad ptica sleti
ptićima sa neba“

Osetio u snu Dejvid
zaštitu, smirenje
moćno je to kad je sanak
koristan za bdenje

Išli tako išli pa su
stigli i do groblja
Dejvid se čudio zar se
tu društvo okuplja

Deda mu je predstavio
prijatelje svoje
da bi Dejvid dalji život
proživeo bolje

I

Vilijam Smit, snažan čovek
srce hrabro, smelo
živa vatra, popularan
šarmantno mu telo

Bio je svačiji heroj
vredno je radio
puno je zarađivao
kući se vratio

Kad se penzionisao
bio je povučen
hteo da se izoluje
rastrojen, utučen

Troje dece svađalo se
s tako starim ocem
nisu bili zadovoljni
imovinom, novcem

Nisu se slagali o tom
što je govorio
umro je slomljenog srca
sam, napušten bio

Dok možemo moramo
svoje veze čuvati
pažnje svoje i ljubavi
svojim bližnjim dati

Jer kasnije život može
dati otuđenost
bez ljubavi, zajedništva
uz izolovanost

Bez topline, zajedništva
biti bez ljubavi
kad si slab i nezaštićen
„Pakao“ je pravi

II

Stiven Samer je hteo
pilot da postane
ostvario je želju
vozio avione

U puno ratova
je učestvovao
mnoga mesta, ljude
je bombardovao

Prolivanje krvi
ljudi, dece, žena
izvor je njegovog
najdubljeg žaljenja

Žaljenja su se u
meso usecala
izjedala, grizla
noću proganjala

I rak se stvorio
u donjem stomaku
ispaštao je kroz
bol oštru i jaku

Tretman odbijao
bez utehe bio
mučen, bespomoćan
smrću se tešio

III

Erik kao glumac
dočekao slavu
priznanje imao
ali ludu glavu

Ništa nije bilo
dosta mu za sreću
pa intoksikante
uzimao vreću

Zavisnik postao
žena je imao
a i mnogo dece
kome god se dao

Al’ ni jedno dete
različitih majki
nije negovao
ljubio da pajki

Pa kad je bio na
samrti, pun jada
nikog nije bilo
da se kome nada

Čeznuo je tek tada
za decom svojom
toplom rečju, negom
pažnjom, dobrom voljom

A nikada nije
kad im je trebalo
brinuo o njima
ma kol’ko im stalo

Pa sad kad je star
bolestan, nemoćan
svakom mu detetu
nevažno je l’ srećan

Biraj kako ćeš svoj
život proživeti
kako budeš sej’o
tako ćeš i žnjeti

IV

A deda je spolja
bio prosečan
nikud iz svog sela
a život odličan

Video je samo
unutrašnji svet
unutar je njega
bio njegov svet

Na kraju je deda
mogao da shvati
ko će imati za
šta da se uhvati

Oni nisu mogli
za svoj svet ogromni
a on je mogao
za svoj svet skromni

Od svoga je rada
živeo s ljubavlju
negovao ljubav
na poslu i slavlju

Kad poseješ ljubav
veoma je važno
da je i neguješ
da poraste snažno

Uvek je davao
iskreno gostima
i hranu i pažnju
posetiocima

Samodovoljan je
al’ delio sreću
tako je od male
sreće stvar’o veću

Komšije su ga sma-
trale vrednim truda
ljubav nema zamenu
a ljubav je svuda

Ni vredan rad nema
nikakvu zamenu
rad nam okupira
pažnju posvećenu

Deda stalno bio
u poslu nekom
hobi, astrologija
besplatno, ne čekom

Matematikom iz
zvezda je čitao
sudbinu ljudima
je objašnjavao

Njihove živote
zamršene brigom
je odmrsivao
svetlošću i knjigom

Sudbina je puto-
vanje planirano
davno pre nego što
nam je telo dano

A slobodna volja
i milost od boga
mogu ponešto da
promene od toga

Jednostavan život
praktičnog čoveka
bez žaljenja, straha
što smrt sve nas čeka

Nije brinuo o
tome šta će biti
u životu nekom
narednom po smrti

Porodica kad se
okupi zajedno
svi su prihvaćeni
svi su kao jedno

Oglasi se deda:
„Pune se trpeze
okupljanje, slavlje
ne jedi bezveze

Nemoj na životinju
da sebe svedeš
povedi računa
o tome šta jedeš“

VAPAJ MAJKE SVINJE

U bolu se oprasila
mile moje bebice
kako sam sretna bila
eto mene mamice

Drago moje mladunče
odmah su te oteli
milo drago stvorenje
okrutno su zaklali

I zaklali, i ispekli
pojeli mi dete
koliko to bola stvaraš
ti nezreli svete

I braća i sestre žale
za bratićem svojim
mira nemamo ni malo
dok za klanje dojim

Anđeli čuvari
nekad san pošalju
kao znak, uputstvo
za mudrost nadalju

I ovaj je sanak
prekretnica bio
Dejvidu je mnogo
za život značio

Jer je studirao
zatvoren postao
previše na spoljni
svet oguglavao

Bezosećajnost a
i indiferentnost
počeli da nago-
milavaju štetnost

Previše tereta
i odgovornosti
stavio na pleća
pritiskao kosti

Bolelo ga pod te-
žinom tog tereta
plašio se neuspeha
preokreta

Samopoštovanje
bledelo od brige
u grču i stresu
i sa i bez knjige

A život treba da
bude jednostavan
ni jedan san nije
takvom miru ravan

Moramo redovno
i vredno raditi
ali i ljubavlju
svoj rad ispuniti

Ljubav prema radu
ukloniće boli
stres i pritisak jer
taj svoj rad se voli

Tad starost ne može
da utisne traga
jer je rad nam prepun
ljubavnoga blaga

Besomučne trke
jesu uzaludne
sve će završiti
u grobu oskudne

A život ispunjen
ljubavlju i smehom
vredan je življenja
dobar prema nekom

Zahvali za sve ono
što ti je dato
ne poredi, ne osuđuj
druge zato

Ako kritikuješ
propustiš trenutak
da uživaš u tom
na raspolaganju

to će te odvesti
u zatvoren kutak
u depresiji i
u razočaranju

Opiranje svemu
troši energiju
zamara čoveka
zavrće mu šiju

Sve što je potrebno
je ljubav ka svima
ljubav sve izleči
i uvek je ima

Zato doprinesi
uzajamnoj snazi
pa ljubav ka svemu
što možeš izrazi

Love,
B

Na šta se fokusiraš
to ti se povećava

(Prema Mohanovom blogu ‘Beautiful Minds, Power of Dream’)

Na šta se fokusiraš
to ti se povećava
pa tako i posao
gomila se strava

Inteligencija je
ceo kosmos ovaj
kada to prigrliš
svoj doprinos probaj

Gde je zafalilo
tu će ti dodatii
a gde je prelilo
tu će odvađati

Inspirisano Mohanđijevom pričom U potrazi za dragocenim (4.deo)

Bio jedan mudrac
monah indijski
Atmananda Čatania
duh vanserijski

Živeo je pre
nekoliko vekova
bio mimo svih
svetovnih tokova

Nisu ga zanimale
društva etikete
status ni podaci
što začas prolete

Ni identiteti
ni ‘sigurni’ dom
on je živeo skroz
naskroz po svom

U svakom je mestu
bio do tri dana
nije ga brinula
ni klima ni hrana

Život mu je bio
u putovanjima
od mesta do mesta
poručuje svima

Kako da se nose
u svome životu
kako da dožive
njegovu lepotu

Jednom je stigao
do velikog grada
tu beše i hram
svima treba nada

On je bio čuven
po svojoj mudrosti
jedva čekali su
da čuju novosti

Prvo priđoše mu
sudija sa ženom
„Poklonili ste se
smernošću iskrenom

Dogodine biće
pod srcem ti beba
ne moraš ni reći
vidim to vam treba

Sudija zatečen
spontanom najavom
podelio to sa
još ponekom glavom

Stiven Hauard je
sledeći stigao
dobroga čoveka
svet je poštovao

Bio je poreznik
na društvenom vrhu
poreklom Britanac
služio je svrhu

Odlučno kroz gužvu
prišao je svecu
„Ma ti si Indijac
kažem tebi belcu

Tvoja boja kože
krije ti poreklo
rodno od tih i tih
tvoje je poteklo“

Stiven je shvatio
Indija mu dom
zato se oseća
kao svoj na svom

„Ko si ti, kaži mi?“
pita Atmananda
„Ja sam vrh države“
„Ne znaš tačno, kanda“

Stiven izređao
svoje etikete
ponosno svakoja
zvanja mu izlete

„Ha ha ha ha još mi
nisi rek’o ko si
nabrajaš uloge
koje svako nosi

Ti nisi ni ime, kvalifikacije
ni položaj, status, nego izvan toga
ti si izvan svoje boje i nacije
ti si sveti duh i deo večnoga

Ti si večnost koja teče
sad u telu tvome
ti si ono što postoji
večnost u privremenome

Ono koje je sad budno
koje nekad razno sanja
i kada duboko spava
to su ljudske svesti stanja

Ti si sve i ti si ništa
paradoks prihvati ovaj
tek upoređen sa nečim
postojiš. Shvati, pogledaj:

Muž u odnosu na ženu
sin u odnosu na oca
brat u odnosu  na sestru
identitet tako škljoca“

Stiven je bio opčinjen
shvaćenoj istini potčinjen
duboko u dušu pogođen
i najzad potpuno oslobođen

Atmananda se okrenu
prema grupici farmera
iako su bez statusa
da ih uči mu namera

„Neznanje nije vrlina
zakone zemlje nauči
primeni u korist svih
od predaje se oduči

Poštuj prirodu i njena
suptilna ispoljavanja
prihvati što je od Boga
bez zloupotrebljavanja

Šta život nanese prihvati
ne opiri se božjoj volji
podeli što imaš s drugima
posle teskobe su dani bolji

Kada je teško, izguraj
sej kad je klima povoljna
voće beri kada sazri
prati dešavanja spoljna

kada je koja sezona.
Nikada ne seci drvo
pre nego što li je spremno
je l’ se naživelo prvo

Obožavajte drveće
k’o da su sveci čuveni
ne uništi bezobzirno
zbog njih smo blagosloveni

Šume pustite na miru
ne pravi u šumi njive
šume su domovi ptica
životinje u njoj žive

Ne uznemiri živi svet
postigni sa njime sklad
ne uznemiri prirodu
šume, životinje, nikad

Kuće gradi od kamena
koji je zreo i jak
taj može dugo da traje
svaki olujni oblak“

Mnogi su Atmanandi
nudili voće sveže
a on ga je podelio
onima što žive teže

Otišli su ispunjeni
skroz dubokim stanjem mira
onda je Atamananda
policajca komandira

Učio ovim rečima:
„Treba strogo kažnjavati
lopove, razne pljačkaše
jer ne smeju drugom krasti

Inače bez reda, kazni
nastupa zla anarhija
bezakonje, raspuštenost
samovolja, korupcija

Nenasilje da se neguje
ne zagađenost, nego čisto
uništenje javnog dobra
treba kazniti isto

Ako se zakon sprovede
bez nasilja prema ljudima
zemlja će napredovati
uz pomoć bespomoćnima

Iskorišćavanje slabih,
bespomoćnih, je kriminal
takva država propašće
besna deca biće signal

Prevencija kriminala
i očuvanje zakona
ozbiljne su teme koje
objavite na sva zvona

Potrebno je suptilnosti
srce puno samilosti
da bi se sproveo zakon
uverenja, poniznosti“

Policajca komandira
pogodiše reči ove
sagnu se uz dubok naklon
te ode, jer dužnost zove

Prostitutki među svetom
Atmananda se obrati
„Ti žena od boga data
koju društvo stalno blati

Služiš bez svoga života
sagorevaš kao sveća
pa je bezbednost svih žena
na ulici zato veća

Jer smiruješ muške strasti
frustriranih, usamljenih
tvoj položaj je bez časti
nezavidan, bespomoćni

A ipak tvoje je srce
čisto, nikom zlo ne želiš
niti mržnju, ni osvetu
nego samo ljubav deliš

Zato blagoslov ti dajem
i duboko ti se klanjam.“
Svi su stali zapanjeni
„Šta govori, da li sanjam?“

Mentalna je ravnoteža
pojedinaca značajna
pojedinci čine društvo
nek’ je ravnoteža trajna

Biznismen je tad prišao
duboko se naklonio
Atmananda video da
naklon drugom namenio

„Verujem dragi stražaru
da si na pogrešnom mestu
i sad zanima te biznis
idi ti na drugu cestu

Ovde samo traćiš vreme
ništa ti ja nemam dati
ono što ti dati mogu
ti ne umeš ni primati.“

Postiđen bio biznismen
mislio je neka greška
pa mu je reč Atmanande
pala nepravedno teška

Nisam ja običan stražar
imam ja draguljarnicu
nejveći restoran, butik
džip, brod i piljarnicu

Čak i hranu dajem hramu
za siromašne i gladne.“
Nasmeja se Atmananda
„Tvoje su reči paradne.

Nisi ovamo došao
zbog mene već zbog Stivena
da bi još više stekao
blaga, statusa, imena

Zašto glumiš i poziraš
ja dobro vidim kroz tebe
previše si posesivan
nemaš slobodu za sebe

Ti si stražar svoga blaga
ne daš slobodu ni drugom
praviš od ljudi robove
a ipak se boriš s dugom

Iako ti imaš blaga
kasniš s plaćanjem računa
čak i tvoja porodica
tvojih hirova je puna

Ne uživaš u životu
ti u srcu nemaš mira
stalno brineš zbog lopova
ne spavaš, to te nervira

Pun si briga ili straha
cela porodica pati
misliš da ćeš kad daš hranu
nedela s’ oslobađati

Nikad nećeš biti sretan
uz takav način života
otuđen od sebe ne znaš
šta je duhovna divota

Isprazni se od svog ega
mudrost u te ću uliti
prestaćeš da budeš stražar.
nećeš ti doveka biti

Svako blago kratkotrajno
život ćeš napustiti sam
bićeš samo šaka praha
nešto ću da ti odam

Gramzivost, zavist mizerna
dovode do mizerije
smrt od svega te odvaja
silom i to tajna nije

Ljubomora, zavist, ego
svi ti derivati straha
zemaljske su emocije
koje dovode do kraha

Budala si što misliš da
poštuju te jer te vole
a oni se pretvaraju
za tvoje se novce mole

Boje te se jer si moćan
imaš svuda veze jake
niko za te nema ljubav
strahuju zbog tvoje banke

Kada umreš, tvoja deca
radovaće se veoma
razbaštinaće bogatstvo
sebično i bez pardona

Slobodni od tiranije
šta će sada sa slobodom
neće znati uživati
obrukaćeš se porodom

I ne samo obrukati
kroz njih mnogo ćeš patiti
sin ti već blago rasipa
ćerka ne zna se skrasiti

Sve dok ne odbaciš ego,
svoj sadašnji gramziv stav
i pređeš na dobrodušnost
i bezuslovnu ljubav

Dotle nemir će u tebi
sve više patnje stvarati
Čak i ako ti dam mudrost
ne možeš je zadržati

Ona dragocenija je
od sveg blaga što sad imaš
ne može se kupovati
ne možeš da je uzimaš

Ova jadna žena ovde (i pokaže na prostitutku)
bogatija je od tebe
ona bebu napuštenu
primila je sad kod sebe

Tu bebu su ostavili
nepoznati roditelji
bacili u neku kantu
u đubretu ko postelji

Iako je siromašna
neguje i novu dušu
a ti kad ti prosjak dođe
huškaš pse da ga za gušu

Ili bacaš vrelu vodu
grubom silom ih oteraš.
Moje vreme samo traćiš
novcem ne možeš sve da znaš“

Svi su posmatrali ćutke
nastao je potpun tajac
biznismen je zaprepašćen
pred svima ispao pajac

Potpuno je razotkriven
ego mu je skrušen pao
pao je svecu pred noge
grcao je i plakao

Atmananda tad ustao
već je prošlo posle podne
sada će da krene dalje
već je sunce zalazilo

Razdelio sve poklone
koje je tu dobijao
dao je što je primio
onom ko nije imao

Potpuno je oslobođen
bio i od nemaštine
potpuno je oslobođen
bio i od imovine

Ćutke zakoračio je
u reku da se okupa
zatim na meditaciju
u hram posvećeno stupa

Tihi zalazak je sunca
Atmananda čist i miran
u životu ovog sveca
bio je to dan tipičan

(Inspirisano Mohanđijevim tekstom U potrazi za dragocenim (3.deo))

Once upon a time
there was a mystic
whose consciousness raised
above the human logic

He lived in India
Kerala, southern state
disinterested in body,
wealth, or what he ate

He realised that
society is superficial
he wanted to teach them
something beneficial

Terrestrial existence
is constantly repeated
is wasted and futile
should be simply treated

One can have jewels
but shouldn’t overvalue their jewelry
one can be miserable
but shouldn’t overvalue their misery

He wanted to teach people
lead them to higher consciousness
so he mocked earthly lifestyle
they thought he was in madness

He used to push a big stone
up the hill with effort
when he reached the top of it
pushed it downhill and laughed

People didn’t understand
his method of teaching
higher consciousness itself
remained far beyond reaching

What did he want with the stone?
To show human’s life
people work from birth till death,
to be ‘secure’ they’re in constant strife

All that is accumulated
between life and death
status, rewards, qualifications,
emotions or wealth

Everything is lost in death
you can bring nothing to grave
avadhoota wanted this
message to convey

Not only with this stone
did he show the truth
he also lived without home
fearless of dog’s tooth

He slept on the burial ground
without work or earning
there was nothing in this world
to be an object of his yearning

How is it that he’s alive
with such renunciation?
He showed that people need activity
for a higher purpose, action

Somehow yet he had to eat
he begged for his food
whether he got it or not
he remained in good mood

His goal to teach people
was itself so useless
he kept being active
happy, strong and fearless

Then one day goddess Kali
with fearsome troop that takes breath
Demons, Ghosts and Vampires
danced celebrating death

Goddess can’t dance in front of humans
they’re of gross and inferior existence
Kali expected avadhoota’s fear
and death, but saw his persistence

She couldn’t put fear into him
and concluded he wasn’t ordinary
he watched them like a movie
although they were horribly scary

When she was tired of this
she and her troop gave up
she promised the avadhoota a boon
he thanked her on their show up

He didn’t want any more show
desireless, in great mood
in return for their frightening
he expressed his gratitude

Then he told them to go away
and let him sleep until dawn
he had important work to do,
to carry and push the stone

But goddess Kali insisted
„I’ve decided to give you this boon
your wish is my command“, she persisted
and he asked one question soon

„When will I die?“ He asked,
she answered the question at once
she told him place, date and time
he wanted for longer life chance

Kali explained then, „No!
Longevity of life is pre-determined.
Birth comes with full karmic agenda
and it cannot be lengthened“

„Ok,“ accepted avadhoota
„then make my life a year shorter“
„I can’t do that,“ answered Kali
„with karmic agenda I can’t tamper

Your destiny is well defined
everything happens accordingly
time, space, the faculties are chosen
live it, you can’t leave too early

You have to move with time
and complete everything you came for
only then you can exit
karma is underlying factor“

„Then you don’t have much power“
Avadhoota teased Kali
„Even the God Almighty
doesn’t interfere with karma, really

Existence creates karmic agenda
unit souls represent existence
and aid to creating karma,
karma happens to Gods’ insistence

I have to keep my word
ask something else as a boon
nobody interferes with karma
karma is to all immune“

„Ha ha ha“, laughed the avadhoota
at her helplessness
he humbled her then felt sympathy
as an act of kindness:

He pointed to his left leg
diseased with ‘Elephantiasis’
it was swollen and heavy
but it didn’t cause him crisis

He didn’t resist his illness
he endured pain being worryless
he asked for this boon not for himself
but for Kali, as an act of kindness

„Shift the disease to my right leg
the left one took pain for long
now let the other one share it
and left one be healthy and strong“

He accepted life as it is
without resisting pain
expressing only kindness
without grabbing for gain

In that way he wanted to teach
by ridiculing terrestrial fuss
it is not that we are doing
but it is done through us
We do not move the world
the world is simply moving
you either can or can’t change a thing
accept whatever life can bring

If you can change things
if you have this power
don’t use it for selfish needs
for self satisfaction, ego tower

Avadhoota himself
had the power to heal
he endured disease patiently
to teach, as an example real

He wanted to instal faith
in people using his measures
or to be an eye opener
for people attached to pleasures

All the people on earth
are alike in the burial ground
eventually everything’s ash
whatever your current background

Swami Atmananda
an Indian monk
wandered in detachment
from all the social junk

He never stayed longer
than 3 days in a place
On his journeys, people
respected his face

One day he stopped at a
temple to bless people
to a magistrate and wife
his answer was simple

„You prostrated at my feet
next year you’ll have a child“
He knew without any words
what’d been their problem wild

Good news spreaded really fast
and reached Stephen Howard
the Collector of the City,
a Britishman cultured

As the ruler of the city
he quickly got through the crowd,
Atmananda explained to him
his origin was Indian proud

When the holy monk asked him
„Tell me who you are“
Stephen started listing his
identities like a star

Atmananda loudly laughed:
„Ha ha ha ha ha
you still didn’t tell me though
who you really are

You are not your name, surname,
position, qualification,
you are not your relationships
nor colour or your nation

You are much beyond all that
you’re eternal soul!
You’re eternally flowing through
wake-dream-deep sleep- whole.

It is true that you are both
everything and nothing
your whole very existence
is in relation to something“

Stephen realised the truth,
it exploded in his spine
awakening since his birth
shed tears grateful, divine

Atmananda turned towards
those who’d come for blessing
he accepted poor farmers
with love, without classing

He said ignorance is bad
and taught them some virtue
„Apply the knowledge to
respect mother nature

Never surrender to silly
emotions, nor exploitation
share selflessly with others
use wise cultivation

When times are tough then survive
when climate is good then sow
only reap when fruits are ripe
seasons are to follow

Never cut a tree that yet
has not fully grown
worship trees, they are asset
leave forests alone

Co-exist in harmony
with all animals in peace
build houses with matured stones
their stability increase“

Then farmers felt deeply
fulfilment at once
thankful for these words of light
dissolving ignorance

Next, message to the police
officer who was with Stephen
„Non-violence is a virtue
or punishment should be given

Stealers and contaminators,
public property destroyers,
should be punished all at once
train well all the lawyers

Enforce the law with compassion
sensitiveness, dare
helplessness is a crime, too
enforce law with care“

Officer understood words
and bowed humbly down
he melted in gratitude
and went to watch his town

Later Atmananda said
to a prostitute in the crowd
because of your service
lonely men are satisfied

You are like a candle
burning yourself for strangers
because of you many women
walk freely without rape dangers

No woman will want to
be in your helpless shoes
with lifestyle of nobody
that people only accuse

I bow to you, divine woman
while society stress you
your heart brims with kindness
and love, so I bless you“

A business came and he first
tried to bow down at Stephen
even in front of the holy man
he’s acting as businessman

„My beloved watchman
you’re at wrong destination
I don’t have commercial value
you’re wasting your attention“

The businessman felt embarrassed
and prostrated confused
he thought the monk made a mistake
and that’s why he refused

„I am not a mere watchman
I own many luxuries“
Atmananda laughed aloud
at these sceneries

„My friend, I know why you’re here
you’ve no faith in me
my picture of you’s very clear
you’re rich, but not free

Being over-possessive
you treat ones as slaves
although you have abundance
you’re your money’s graves

You think you can pay to God
money for your sins
never, cause you alienated
yourself from God, but God wins

You’re a cup filled up to brim
with ego and attitude
empty yourself to get
wisdom and be renewed

Remember, all that you think
you can’t take to death-bed
greed-driven life will lead you
only to a sad end

Greed, envy and jealousy,
ego are really poisonous
these terrestrial emotions
are utterly disastrous

Beware dear foolish man
you have no true love
people pretend their respect
you’ll lose what you’re proud of

Avoid suffering and shift
to benevolence
and unconditional love
that is life’s essence

I’ve got nothing to give you
even if I want to
because you can’t keep it with you
your greed will finally daunt you

You’ll suffer through family
they squander your wealth
cause you’re selfish, they are, too
they’ll be rejoiced by your death

I can offer you the wealth
that cannot be bought by money
it could save you and others
from your abusing tyranny

Look at this compassionate woman
her heart is rich and divined
she takes care of abandoned baby
she is poor but her heart is kind

And you poured hot water
on the beggars hungry
you let fearsome dogs
on whom you were angry“

After this there was a silence
nobody dared to move
the businessman stunned and shaken
couldn’t his shock remove

He sat there rapt in awe
as if he saw a ghost
stripped completely in front of the crowd
exposed what had been inmost

His ego was annihilated
he fell at the feet of the saint
and wept uncontrollably
initiated, cleansing from constraint

The saint stood up, it was time
to take bath and meditate
he distributed what he’d received
at this compassionate sunset

He went quietly to the river
took his bath, went into the temple
that was a typical Atmananda’s
day, holy, pure and simple

…..

Dear Mohan, you teach us
we all need to give love overt
selflessly, unconditionally
though it may sometimes hurt

Being so blessed with your presence
whenever I see your face
physical distance, doesn’t conceal
your welcoming love and grace

I wanted to send you a word
something that will touch your heart
I wanted to make your heart smile
with some acts and words to impart

Your birthday message was a signpost
what is the best gift to give
you taught us in a few words
how it’s blessed to live:

Let everyone express kindness
towards the hungry and needy
cause acts of love fulfill you more
than being selfish and greedy

Not only once, but consistently
whenever one feels like it
honestly, with deep compassion
love actively and never quit

Love your SELF by being non-violent
selfless, caring, detached
inspiring others on kindly acts
our consciousness will be matched
………

Mohanji
“Out of stress, may people get frustrated and develop addictions. Many fall into love but cannot maintain the relationship. Many become irritable and spoil relations around. Many develop diseases. For a change, can people not simply watch their thoughts, witness their thoughts. Samadhi will happen soon”

Stress is an acid test
whether you’ll react or respond
you can be captured by pain
or watch it, then move beyond

In these moments of crisis
when pain is intolerable
one can become torturer
or withstand, being humble

If one can withstand one’s pain
only watch it happening
without making others
feel the same suffering

Then peace falls into your soul
your heart being grateful bowl
it is all watched from above
with unconditional love

……..

All moments are in love
cause everything is love’s creation
we bathe in love
we escape from it
but it is always there
love’s always taking care
that we turn from illusions
to true threads of existence
to love beyond imagination
so open and welcoming
grateful and forgiving
no matter how you are living

the more you resonate with truth
the more your life will be sooth

Love of the eternal
is always there when you need it
Love that is impersonal
protects you if you believe in it
…..

All the Masters with God’s grace
though you’re beyond time and space
thank you for watching above
for humans to live in love

Not only love, faith and peace
so that much ignorance cease
those eligible will bliss
others will still have to miss

Now that purity’s a must
I love you without lust
all the Masters now I trust
to clean much of dirt and dust

Given BTW Meditation
is changing bits of this nation
your gorgeous brightness
is bringing here new lightness

What many people carry
are plenty of burdens heavy
by showering gratitude in classes
the purified group amasses

And though without a mission
to write I ask your admission
I love with honest admiration
grateful for blessed inspiration

There’s no such thing as right
right on health, wealth, or even sight
and whatever we have got
we have to thank Masters’ lot

…..

The Story of Manav and Atmananda
(a poem based on the Mohanji’s story)

Manav, a 23-year- old man
sat near the Ganga that’s flowing
staring at the hurrying water
how like time it’s going

The moment you think of the present
it has already become the past
the moment you look elsewhere
gallons of water have rushed past

Life is a totally mad rush
where and when will the rush end
where is the time going to
who will this rush understand

People, seasons, events,
everything flows through time
unconsciously, uncontrollably
with or without reaching prime

Just like a big log rolling
up and down over the waves
unconsciously, helplessly,
people follow their craves

People come and vanish
then new people appear
they all also perish
What can we hold back here?

Asking the divine in the sky
echoed Manav’s heart’s cry
deciding to change the course
urging back to his source

Manav decided to go north
for the Himalayas for spiritual growth
he considered himself brave
he went on an uncertain life’s wave

He went over tough terrains
tough times and unknown paths
leaving the world of pretensions
to achieve selflessness through pain or laughs

Some strangers asked him whether
he found what he’d been looking for
he said the point’s not in finding
but knowing what he’d been seeking for

A man told him to meet Atmananda
it means long path of uncertainties
how, where and when to find him
nobody could give him any guarantees

What to do, to go or to stay back
staying means eternal stagnation
going means wild uncertainties
he’ll walk further, he had determination

He feared staying more than going
whatever he chooses there’s death in the end
three days he walked and met Atmananda
he’ll throw his life in Atmananda’s hand

Atmananda looked the same
as the stranger who guided him
Manav was stunned, does he err?
He was confused to the brim

He approached the group with this saint
who cracked jokes and laughed aloud
was this the man to acquaint
in the middle of the laughing crowd?

While Atmananda ignored him
Manav wondered about jokes
whether he searched for a laugh
cause laugh happiness invokes

He couldn’t talk to Atmananda
who continuously ignored him
only after three days of trying
Manav got to talk to him

„This is dead. Where is life?“
The saint asked him a question
Manav was without answer
but followed the saint in action

The whole entourage reached a city
the place of filth and greed
Manav wondered why this pity
when the saint said using mind-read:

„I exist in the mountains
yet my feet are on the ground
my body is not my real ‘size’
I am present all around

My consciousness is expanded
there’s much one can see
I’m not only this body
with eyes you cannot see me“

But Manav was attached to the mountains
his source of peace and tranquility
a part of him wanted to escape
but he would feel very guilty

The other part of Manav told him
he found Guru, achieved this goal
though he didn’t seem at all
to be so high and mighty soul

Atmananda kept wandering
never teaching significantly anyone
noone cared about hardships
uncertainty seemed to be fun

Everyone followed him aimlessly
enjoying his company only
Manav thought „Is this spirituality!?“
He was even more confused and lonely

The saint asked „Whom can you wake up?“
The question didn’t seem like teaching
but he knew what he was doing
the answers were without reaching

„You can wake up only a sleeper
You can never wake up a pretender
Who only pretends to sleep
will never completely surrender

The Himalayas are full of pretenders
Many of them just twirl
I can see who sleeps, who pretends
I pick up only a real pearl.“

This was a revelation
of Atmananda’s mission
who was to wake up sleepers
who think this life’s not fiction

There are ultimate realities
and truth is hidden from the ignorant
The saint’s mission is noble
waking up sleepers is important

„What is my role?“ Manav thought
Atmananda read his mind
He ordered Manav to beg
from various people unkind

He was to stay seven days
without coming back
completely shaken with this
no things should he pack

He worried the whole night
cause he’d never begged
he had money or earned it
it’s what he never lacked

It sounds so humiliating
horribly ridiculing, too
it looks so embarrassing
he didn’t know what to do

He lost his faith in Atmananda
and was bitterly disappointed
but somehow in the end
he did what he never wanted

The saint had given him the broken bowl
he extended it to the passers-by
one ridiculed him, „What a shame
for such young man to beg and sigh!

You lazy boy, find a job and work
you’d rather be fiddle and useless!“
He stood and begged until the noon
and got a coin in a way careless

He couldn’t attune to this
hating humiliating life
noone had compassion, heart
regardless how they were smart

Without breakfast, without lunch
wishing job and dignity
he wanted to cheat and start work
but knew he would feel guilty

With iron determination
he accepted the absurd task
he’ll survive this temptation
living with a beggar’s mask

He drank water from street taps
at night he hardly took naps
he lay under a banyan tree
shivering from head to knee

It was windy it was cold
but his heart persistent, bold
nobody’s protection near
he was to fight his own fear

He had to face many fears
with or without any tears
all his being was then shaken
he feared his life may be taken

He was terrified by the dark
creature, ghost, attacker, nark
darkness, shadows, threatening
he had 8 days for such living

Somehow he found will and strength
to go through tough 8-day length
He decided to tough it out
to continue without doubt

He could just go back with the bowl
humbly walk or even crawl
but ego didn’t allow
ego made him tough somehow

He had a bath in the river
dirt and worries cleared
water was rejuvenating
his only clothes disappeared

There was nothing left
except from his begging bowl
He desperately asked God
„Why’re such tests given to my soul?“

He had now unsightly look
humiliated, contempted, upset
there was some money he got and took
to enter a restaurant he wasn’t let

He bought the food, ate outside,
with gratitude, without pride
he began to value coins
and the cloth covering his loins

Though he had enough money
he got food in broken bowl
the waiter skipped kindness
thinking he was out of control

Manav started the first bite
calmly, under the banyan tree
when suddenly a little girl
next to her mother, hungry

She smiled at him and approached
opened her small, hungry mouth
expecting him to feed her
his meal looked to her like routh

She wasn’t crying for mum
her mum was still sleeping
this small toddler had tough times
starving without weeping

How to manage hunger, he could
learn from the little toddler
he fed her, she ate a lot
he felt the role of her father

Though there was no enough food
for his empty stomack wild
he felt deep satisfaction
for feeding a starving child

Manav went to other street
busy, where beggars compete
threatening to break his leg
or in other street to beg

This time he wasn’t upset
his own pride began to melt
his ego wasn’t heartfelt
in a new state now he dwelt

His stomack hungry again
made him ask for any food
he relied on compassion
whatever the waiter’s mood

No compassion in a restaurant
for unsightly naked man
guests were full of contempt
the owner was indignant

He threw boiling water
at Manav, burning his skin
not only that his skin hurt
he was deeply hurt within

Overwhelmed by sadness
hunger and isolation
he started crying bitterly
letting go of inner tension

Passers-by saw him crying
put some coins in his bowl
he bought breakfast, food for body
received kindness, food for soul

At night he faced fears again
though there was nothing to protect
that’s why he managed a bit of sleep
in severe wind, without blanket

Finally all eight days passed by
he had temptations variety
it was time to go back to his Master
but he needed directions from the society

Society didn’t want to help him
looking shabby and repulsive
superficial judgements showing
no kindness, no words instructive

He went on, followed intuition,
he was walking towards the north
two days later, on the tenth day
he would never beg hence forth

He found Atmananda calm
as if without smile, recognition
without compassion, kindness, though
he’d been successful in his mission

Atmananda took the money
distributed what he gained
Manav felt his heart was breaking
-vanished what he painfully obtained

Not only these hard-begged coins
disappeared without trace
but also without words
of consolation, kindness, grace

Atmananda’s posture cold
caused more disappointment
Manav was at his nerve’s ends
thought of suicide commitment

„Take a bath, you stink“ Guru said
These words hurt him intolerably
He left Atmananda, went to the river
and wept uncontrollably

After the bath, after the tears
he felt slightly better
he put on some fresh clean clothes
thinking of Atmananda’s matter

who was insensitive, sadistic, cruel
He wanted to go his own way
now only feeling like a tortured fool
he went to the saint, a word to say

The saint said „So, you’re ready now
to be with me. Good.
You have faced all your fears
those temptations you withstood:

Fear of being alone, naked
of having to ask strangers
fear of having to beg
fears are not the same as dangers

Your ego melted a great deal
you can travel with me
go the path of pathlessness
be always expectation-free

Welcome to life of simplicity
purity in acts and mind
I’ll be your very road sign
for what you seek, to find“

Manav’s anger disappeared
there were no things that he feared
no humiliation traces
now he’s ready for what he faces

He gained detachment from life
his sharp character smoothed
he started respecting everything
and his pain completely soothed

He saw life from different angles
learned the value of compassion
he learned the relevance of LOVE
and kindness, without agression

So many changes in ten days
Practical training, ego annihilation
He understood the saint’s method
Manav found his path of liberation

…..

Response to Mohanji’s QAs blog

Our path is path of uncertainty
though people crave for stability

We’re not only to accumulate
but also to share and radiate

We’re not only to push and dare
but also to watch and be aware

We’re not only to live acceptance
but also allow without resistance

Stick to pure selflessness
raising your consciousness

Keep doing introspection
just watch without correction

Consciousness is taking you higher
Time is taking you higher and higher

On Earth the consciousness is falling
and good people are also sucked in
be vigilant, active, rolling
avoid darkness’s swallowing

Keep yourself towards the source
awareness first, then various course
good and bad balance only masters keep
while too many people fall, eat and sleep

Mind is seduced by the dark
which attracts with devil’s mark
The white is not so palatable
it is not easily achievable

If your path is elevation
to be on the way for liberation
be extraordinarily careful
WATCH your mind thoughtful

The moment you lull into comfort
you feel good, but you’re bound
there’s no progress to liberation
no higher vibrations’ sound

Increase your overall sensitivity
work on your spiritual receptivity
prevent entities from turning off your lights
these entities are consciousness parasites

Masters are people’s safeguards
if you only allow them and follow
they’ll lead you to your destination
your soul is the final place to go

Don’t slip into the comfort zone
you’ll think you’re on the throne
that you’re stable, safe, protected
while your soul’s being neglected

So be aware and watchful
as if you’re clinging on to the tree
the moment your hands let go
you fall and forget how to be

The times are moving faster
this is the time to hold on
put in the path of liberation
there’s pain, but suffering’s gone

(Based on the Mohan’s blog ENLIGHTENMENT AND DISSOLUTION, question 1)

Who can grasp the vastness
of the concept of God
he cannot use logic
words are limiting mod

Good and evil are in God
but God is not the Good or the Evil

Angels and Devils are in God
but God is not Angels  or Devils

Representations are derived from God
but God is not his representations

Creatures are manifestations of God
but God is  not its manifested creatures

All the forms, fragrances, tastes,
all the treasures and all the wastes

all these things that we can sense
are just God’s manifestations intense

No one colour is the God
though God dwells in all the colours

No emotion is the God
though God dwells in all the emotions

No finity is the God
though God dwells in all the finity

He Himself is the infinity
He Himself is in relativity

He may be freely called ‘it’
cause he’s the utmost infinite

Yet He’s not only a thing
He’s the infinite that is living

He’s the infinite omnipresence
He’s boundless superintelligence

Creator at the subtlest level
He’s beyond space and travel

Though He can trigger simple rhyme
He’s beyond expressions in time

All that is and all that is not
all that can be or that cannot

All that we humans call reality
all this existence in duality

Constant, abundant awareness
no word expression can express

Beyond all that is manifested
God always remains liberated

…..

When one feels the vacuum
when one feels nullified
let us not say ‘God help me’
let us not say ‘God bless me’

All we need is gratitude
so let’s change our attitude

let us say ‘Dear God, thank you’
for whatever He gave you
let us ask ‘What can I do
my dear Lord, to please You’

Nothing is so stable
so permanent, accepting
YOU are the only something
we shouldn’t be neglecting

Pains and pleasures
are always in balance
if we chase pleasures
pains will follow at once

The same thing or person
that was adorable yesterday
becomes somehow bothering
for our soul today

How can that be real?
What is going on then?
When the opposite we feel
for what we were keen fan

Then one can realise
these were lessons in disguise
that outside stimulation
is like tremendous imagination

One should stick to the real
with heart and soul and mind
to be firmly rooted and turned
to absolute consciousness kind

…..