WISE CONDUCT

Will following codes of righteousness aid
Our earnest effort, 'till freedom's gained?
Good conduct, helps one's aim, but when attained
It fades, that day one's Pilgrim Way's been made.

With prayer and enquiry, pray be unafraid,
Skill in sacred chant if well maintained,
Unceasing like great ocean waves sustained,
Will merge with Soul's Being when well played.

Like one strikes a gong, so sincere good will
When filled with heartfelt love, rings on high.
So put the question enquiring Who am I?
With all one's strength and mighty skill.

That question will complete the Holy Task
Which each earnest pilgrim must surely ask.

SELF ENQUIRY

In the grave world of grey shadows named Life,
What's the sacred task for our humanity?
For a soul maturing who loves Divinity,
On Life's Great Tree grow fruit transcending strife.
Midst worldly folk, we walk on a razor's edge
To gain Self's innermost affinity.
Enquiry and devotion form the hedge
That guards, 'til we reach blissful infinity.

Be strong and withdraw all errant thought
From worldly snares agitating monkey mind.
Depend on Self and simply ask as taught
'Who am I?' in every task we find.
Our True Nature then shines free of support,
In every act, that One alone is sought!

PRACTICE

A lamp is lit to burn in my spirit's hearth,
I rest in rosy red of dawn with God who's One.
For at my core he shines, blazing like the Sun.
Let sandal wood breathe and perfume Earth,
Letting petty 'me' go, to start new birth.

The art of diving deep within, is my own
Earnest practise, solemnly bowing down
My ashen head at His lotus feet, to know
The oil in my camphor lamp* shall flow.

The quest itself's derived from fear of death,
At edge of brink to that far off ocean depth,
I catch a glimpse of light from down below,
And sink within,letting wan world float away.
As old day fades, my flame shall always stay!

*Camphor burnt in votive lamps leaves no residue

DIVE DEEP

Deep in the sacred shrine of the heart cave,
Dwells the glorious formlessness of Self:
One pointed, shines as I; not demon elf
Of ego, but subtle space, our soul to save
Through questing mind. Dive inwardly deep!
Let vital breath and thought quiesce to keep
Self abidance. These words the great Guru gave.

Who perceives and wakes from sleep to see
The essence of this verse, uttered by the Sage,
Will through his life be unassailed by doubt.
The precious pearl of Self shall set him free
From slavery to that banal world without.
Stay in Self by any way we can engage,
For gates to open; this is the master key.

DEEP SILENCE

The fullness of his silence that reigns supreme,
Over loves and hatreds, beds of reeds that bind
The mire and marsh of gross meandering mind,
Immutably voids the wayward waking dream
Of teeming life, such solid stuff it seems!
How to discern when stupidly groping blind
The folly befalling our benighted kind?
In a pool of deep silence we glimpse a gleam.

The One at peace within, without a doubt,
Is known to dwell in silence that's divine,
Where sounds no clash of cymbals 'I' or 'mine'.
The silent eye centred in the storm looks out
From stillness, sacred gaze; the world's a sign,
A play of light on water, dancing round about.

MEDITATION

When giving up attachment-stuck to things,
Like ivy clinging to my prison wall-
I hear a loud inner clarion call
'Rest in the flame of Self' my phoenix sings!

That's your Natural State' the trumpet rings!
'Dive deep in your sacred sphere of Being.
A light unto one's self is real seeing
I Am That I Am'.Fire bird sprouts her wings.

She soars into the dove-cote of my heart,
Freed from her cage, the attractions of sense.
I discover now one's natural art,
Enquire, and Be the Self, in joyful ease.

Become a free illumined One, from whence
we strayed, and now return in perfect peace.

GOLDEN HARVEST

The voracious veracity of sacred tomes alone,
Will not reveal Self Realisation, sought for at the end.
A message sent to aspirants my Guru now does send,
"Dive deep to seek your precious pearl, make it your very own!
If wise and goodly truthful teaching seeds are finely sown,
Your golden granary of knowledge will grow, to feed you friend,
At summer's harvest time your poor broken heart will truly mend,
And that one auspicious book, your own Self, be surely known!"

To meditate, stay awake, strongly in your natural state,
And when long abidance in this harrowed field's held firm,
Abundantly you'll reap the miracle of God's hidden germ.
You'll free your wounded breast from bands of iron bound fate,
Now wise in what is really wise and absolutely true,
By finding that dear Self, whom all the time's been you!