MEDITATION:- "DRAGONISM"

continuation to the blog posted :-

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2009

ETERNITY CALLS!! ME,….

THIS IS A CONVERSATION WITH A PROFESSOR :-

Professor: so finally u want to say... mediation without chanting is better

??

or chanting makes our senses active??

me: No sir, i just want to convey that meditation is a state of living, not an art of living

And going into an illusion, by chanting and loosing senses may degenerate some rare abilities of the body when in meditation

My point is, if we meditate in total consciousness, many untold truths of this world may be unraveled

Meditation by means of Chanting is just a discrete version of, by means of this method, it will become continuous and endless.

Professor: just a min

me: K sir

Professor: i didnt get u.... does leaving our senses wen v r chanting make us unconscious?

from the real disturbances

me: Yeah, in deep meditation, we loose our consciousness, just take the case of listening to a lullaby or light music, we involuntarily fall into sleep

The moment you stop chanting, you are forced to come back n face the real life distractions. Thus its kind of running away from problems

And fighting with them in total consciousness, is a sign of strength n courage too.

Professor: yeah...correct....but how can v do the second one

meditation with total consciousness

Because.... when we start with leaving senses active...

I dont think v ll reach a state of meditation.

me: Thats a bit tough to do but, we can achieve that

CASE 1

It can be started like this- sit in a comfortable place

Let your mind wander in all directions it wants to

Let anything that bothers you, come into your mind

Like the sounds that are near you, the winds, the atmosphere anything that sends some sense to your mind

The second phase, let you be bothered by your immediate tensions, workplace, family, etc

Professor: ok

Then

me: Finally, when you end up meeting all these real distractions, you'll no more be able to think beyond and your imaginary horizons limit you from gettin distracted further

At that position, your mind becomes blank , and you cant go beyond

The relative velocity of your thought process comes to zero, w.r.t all the distractions

And thus one is said to be meditated

May not hold good for most of the people, but few can take advantage.

Professor: u ve written: You'll be accompanied by all your senses, you'll nullify all your real disturbances....how do u nullify.

me: Thats my opinion sir, and i'm not sure if it sounds sensible or people take me as insane

CASE 2

Imagine a fish flowin in water

To stop that fish from going further downstream, you put a check or wall

But your motive is to make the fish static w.r.t water

The moment the fish reaches the barrier, it develops great resistances,

But if your perception changes, and if you allow fish to flow with water, then, if you consider a strip of water w.r.t fish, the fish always remains in a static position

So the basic concept is, to let flow the thoughts, and your mind too.

And this stasis, is something what i believe to be meditation is.

DISCLAIMER:-I RESPECT ALL THE RELIGIONS, ALL THE FAITHS, AND DEEPLY BELIEVE IN GOD, THE OMNIPRESENT ALMIGHTY. AND I HAVE DUE RESPECT TOWARDS GREAT SPIRITUAL LEADERS WHO HAVE BEEN DOING GOOD TO THE MANKIND.

VIEWS EXPRESSED ARE JUST PERSONAL EXPERIENCES AND GENERAL IN NATURE & HAVE NO INTENTIONS TO DISPROVE EXISTING THEORIES…

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“ I SEE YOU”- MY ANGEL

I don't dream of You, neither You are on my mind,

But I see You baby, Often,..Wherever I find,

Leaving the world aside and the skies behind;

With My worldly eyes, gaped wide n blind,



I find it hard to believe that I’m getting slothful & insane,

But the sanity in this world, for Me; has gone void & profane,

So the things what I'm doing and what I'm seeing as a visual feast,

Is now a matter of people's faux-pass; that concerns me the least,



As and when I see the things around me;

The intoxication and the Goosebumps i feel,

Are no less exciting and enchanting;

As if I’m touched by an electric Eel.





This aint a dream ; not to believe in,

Because I'm sure about what's happening to me,

Hard to convince the fellows around ,

May be I've got a new pair of eyes to see..


oh my angel...


[Revised Draft]



"DRAGON"


© By shivapavan On 11/23/2009 12:52:22 PM

THE INVADER..

The Invader returned to earth by Twelve,
And he carried out the bloodshed there till Five;
Where he dined on some gory-massacres;
And slaughtered anything, which he found that was alive,

I saw him coming down a hill doing a parade,
Crossing the silver shining gushing cascade;

The wolves started to woo;
And the wildest cats cried too,
When the birds did drop-in the dusk of dreams;
I heard nothing; except for the ugly owl’s screams,

The sky trembling with trepidation, was pale, but with red;
Succumbed to the animosity & fury; in the invade many were dead,

The homicides, a myriad in number; started and continued long;
The slept birds were woken up; not to fly, but to sing a melancholy song,

The dark claret velvet gown which he hath worn;
Did with –bloody stains, arteries & veins adorn,

The wind grew turbulent with the advancement of moon;
He butchered and bullied them all, like a solitary loon,

As the time advanced towards the bloodthirsty twilight;
Awaited Eagerly; In the Old Uniform, he was ready for the flight,

And soon the gory king vanished away in the rising sun’s glare;
Waiting impatiently and eagerly for the darkness-again to be there.




"DRAGON"


© By shivapavan On 11/24/2009 11:08:42

WEARY EYES

To love there are no reasons, and to love there are no rules;But as it’s always seen, to love is a crime, Committed by fools,

The rituals of telling the three words are often easy to say;

...but,

The bonds of love, like the bonds of rotting paper neva do stay,

HE wetted HIS weary eyes n plucked his entangled hair;

When HE heard people sayin that “LOVE IS IN THE AIR,”

Cos wat happened wid HIM, was never EVER fair;

She left HIM in splinters of solitude & profound despair,

Was his heart humane ? or a hearth like a burning kiln of woods;

I saw him leaning on the lampposts, a man of changing moods,

A fading smile on his fainting face , spoke surely of days they spent in romance;

And his tottering on streets of gutters n boulders; of the days they used to dance.

The last time he smiled and laughed at was far and late;

Not on the events, not on joyous notes; but on his own fate.

The anguish and the misery, intensified; with every drop of tear that rolled;

Recited a thousand stories of faith and betrayal; never seen and never told,
[DRAGON]
CONTD...............

LIKE YOU SO MUCH....

Like u chooooooooooooooo muchhhhhhhhhh………

Everyone likes to be liked by others,

But liking the ones who like u,

Is like a sign –likely to be falling in love,

Love is like worship,

Like that of god,

God likes the ones who like others,

Thus liking others is like liking the god,

God is like everything, may be like u,

Liking me or not is up to u,

Like me or like me not,

At least, like the almighty god

who in turn likes me a lot..

"DRAGON"

FREE THE HORSES…..

THE THINGS YOU'RE TELLING, I'LL HEAR THEM NO MORE,

I'VE HEARD THEM ENOUGH; I'LL HEAR THEM NO MORE,

THE CLOUDS OF DOUBTS OF FEAR AND TRUST,

HAVE RAINED ENOUGH & SETTLED IN THE DUST,

I'LL HAVE TO SHOUT AND TO SCREAM NOW; IS A MUST,

THE DAY HAS COME TO DO THE FIRST THINGS FIRST,

I'VE BEEN TAINTED,RUSTED & HAVE TARNISHED MY OWN IMAGE,

BUT; NOW THE NEED OF THE HOUR IS TO RAISE THE FISTS OF RAGE,

BEING TIRED OF DOIN THE THINGS; WALKIN IN YOUR SLIMY SHOES,

I DREAM DAILY-OF A CAMEL BEING DRAGGED TO DEATH BY A DIRTY NOOSE,

THE GOALS,DIRECTIONS & THE CHALLENGES YOU SET,

BOIL MY BLOOD & I'VE TO GET DRENCHED IN MY OWN SWEAT,

THE PERKS, PRIZES AND REWARDS THAT YOU OFFER,

I WONDER, I'M EARNING SO POOR, EVEN INFERIOR TO YOUR CHAUEFFER,

TO PUT AN END TOTHIS DIRTY GAME,

THE LUST FOR RECOGNITION & GREED FOR FAME,

I'LL HAVE TO FREE THE HORSES OF MY MIND,

WHICH YOU HAVE EVER TRIED TO TAME.

ETERNITY CALLS!! ME,….

me: I call, meditation done with chanting as the act of distraction, not the perfect art of living

See, chanting is a constant source of distraction to pull you aside from the rest of the bunch of distractions worrying or disturbing you

me: So when you chant, you add a tertiary distraction, moving at a constant speed from you, thus the relative motion between you and that becomes zero as you put more and more stress

Leaving all the bunch of distraction at a lower pace

But i don't like this way

: Will describe about my technique, try it if you find it okay

See, i believe, you leave your senses when you chant, and the moment you reach the zenith of eternity, or peace. Or Zen, you are no longer in connection with your senses.

me: During this process, your mind and your body fight, and there develop a great amount of resistances, that actually decrease the abilities of mind and body

me: The moment you start, you’re not comfortable, you put more focus, & stress, what i call as the tertiary distraction, and the more you focus, the more you get distracted from your senses and this real world

Thus, when you reach at 0 relative motion with that tertiary distraction you, feel to have reached a state called meditation

me: But, if you leave your senses free, active. And let your mind wander to the extremities, let it go to the threshold of imaginations, thoughts, you'll end up reaching a state where, your imaginary horizons limit you from thinking beyond it

In the due course of journey, you'll end up making a zero relative velocity with all the real distractions, you'll move along with them, and

me: You'll be accompanied by all your senses, you'll nullify all your real disturbances, and the place, you reach, you'll be conscious, and this eternity, will last longer

As the number of times you repeat, the distance between, that real and peak of Zen will diminish,

Leaving you in a constant meditation mode that too without adding any disturbance

OK

So how's this theory?

revision 1:-

THIS IS A CONVERSATION WITH A PROFESSOR :-

Professor: so finally u want to say... mediation without chanting is better

??

or chanting makes our senses active??

me: No sir, i just want to convey that meditation is a state of living, not an art of living

And going into an illusion, by chanting and loosing senses may degenerate some rare abilities of the body when in meditation

My point is, if we meditate in total consciousness, many untold truths of this world may be unraveled

Meditation by means of Chanting is just a discrete version of, by means of this method, it will become continuous and endless.

Professor: just a min

me: K sir

Professor: i didnt get u.... does leaving our senses wen v r chanting make us unconscious?

from the real disturbances

me: Yeah, in deep meditation, we loose our consciousness, just take the case of listening to a lullaby or light music, we involuntarily fall into sleep

The moment you stop chanting, you are forced to come back n face the real life distractions. Thus its kind of running away from problems

And fighting with them in total consciousness, is a sign of strength n courage too.

Professor: yeah...correct....but how can v do the second one

meditation with total consciousness

cause.... wen v start with leaving senses active...i dont think v ll reach a state of meditation.

me: Thats a bit tough to do but, we can achieve that

CASE 1

It can be started like this- sit in a comfortable place

Let your mind wander in all directions it wants to

Let anything that bothers you, come into your mind

Like the sounds that are near you, the winds, the atmosphere anything that sends some sense to your mind

The second phase, let you be bothered by your immediate tensions, workplace, family, etc

Professor: ok

Then

me: Finally, when you end up meeting all these real distractions, you'll no more be able to think beyond and your imaginary horizons limit you from gettin distracted further

At that position, your mind becomes blank , and you cant go beyond

The relative velocity of your thought process comes to zero, w.r.t all the distractions

And thus one is said to be meditated

May not hold good for most of the people, but few can take advantage.

Professor: u ve written: You'll be accompanied by all your senses, you'll nullify all your real disturbances....how do u nullify.

me: Thats my opinion sir, and i'm not sure if it sounds sensible or people take me as insane

CASE 2

Imagine a fish flowin in water

To stop that fish from going further downstream, you put a check or wall

But your motive is to make the fish static w.r.t water

The moment the fish reaches the barrier, it develops great resistances,

But if your perception changes, and if you allow fish to flow with water, then, if you consider a strip of water w.r.t fish, the fish always remains in a static position

So the basic concept is, to let flow the thoughts, and your mind too.

And this stasis, is something what i believe to be meditation is.

DISCLAIMER:-I RESPECT ALL THE RELIGIONS, ALL THE FAITHS, AND DEEPLY BELIEVE IN GOD, THE OMNIPRESENT ALMIGHTY. AND I HAVE DUE RESPECT TOWARDS GREAT SPIRITUAL LEADERS WHO HAVE BEEN DOING GOOD TO THE MANKIND.

VIEWS EXPRESSED ARE JUST PERSONAL EXPERIENCES AND GENERAL IN NATURE & HAVE NO INTENTIONS TO DISPROVE EXISTING THEORIES…

WAITING FOR YOU

Come not, when I’m dead,
To drop thy foolish tears
…………. upon my grave,
To trample down my fallen head,

Come not, when the spring has gone
And the springs have dried,
To enthrall me with bundles of flowers
…………………………….and wine
And to rumble down my sodden heart,

Follow the fashion with heart-ful of passion,
The rose is red for only a few days,
Let it not decorate ur veil when it’s dead,
Enjoy the harmony when thou are in unison,

Oh dear”” the sun awaits at the shore
…..…and the doors of heaven lie opened””,
Come to me when the brightest
……………….. Fantasies aren’t eclipsed

Let the serenades flow like rivers and
Let the solitude die in my arms gaped wide,

Let the showers of joy drench my thirst,
When thy hold me with ur tender fist,
And promise me a company of lifetime,
Following me with a sweet moan and mime,

Come not, When it’s dark everywhere
…………….…with rank owls blockading either,
To enlighten the broken candles in my courtyard,
With broken promises and dreams of love,
My body awaits cold, dry and dead….
…………………. In the weary waves gone hard

DRAGON……

""TIDES OF THOUGHTS""

Tides of Thoughts

You were the ship which sank in my sea with hidden treasures,
That ceased my worthless waves and filled me with heavenly pleasures,

As you touched the bosom of the sea,
The deadly disturbances departed from me,
And the entire sea was reigned by a scintillating jewel,
It was nothing but, ur celestial beauty’s marvel,

Every oyster was bewildered and
Tails of fishes were twitched,
And with the spell mesmerized,
Every oyster with shining pearls arised,

To welcome the princess of masts and shrouds,
My sea was adorned with stars and clouds,

My thoughts were deadly defeated
in the race with time,
Spellbound to ur beauty and charm,
They were compelled to mime,

And the bottom beheld the beauty of such a kind,
With its eyes opened wide and blind.

MELTING GLACIERS

I gaze at the shores, heavenly abode;

The falling tides and the beaten winds,

The smell of the air, the withered color of the skies,

& face of the sun, scorching and pale,

　
Several fathoms deep inside my sodden heart,

I feel an abyss of blasting fires,

With the god-damn broken stinkin skeletons,

And the raging heat of the unholy human pyres


　
　
With gallons of nicotine flowing in through the veins,

The melting glaciers of the mighty brains,

To incinerate the past of merciful days, of joy, of play,

To surpass the past, and the profound dismay,


　
　
I see the ashes dancing in the joy of the kill; wherever I see,

Raising the toast to the ghosts of smoke that wander in me,

I see black, I grow yellowed, and I feel green,

For the life outside this universe, calm & serene,



DRAGON............................................　

PENNILESS-PRINCEHOOD

PENNILESS-PRINCEHOOD

Good were those days of blissful youth wen,

Heaps of hay n sand of my courtyard; used to be my bed,

Days were glossy, with Cloudy silver shining skies,

Wen, even the falling roses of the garden seemed to be red,

Those perks of old rusted pennies which soiled my tiny white pockets,

Filled my heart with the richest of the dreams;

Surprised by the treasures that broke out of my piggy banks,

Of the days wen I fought with fellows for the coveted grades n ranks,

Good was that penniless prince hood; that made me rule the world of my own,

With the innocent prayers made with broken candles; half lit up and rest blown;

Galloping through the streets of fantasies on the horses of Rage n pride;

With footprints of myriads of dreams of love n passion that followed every ride,

Those wild goose chases; Behind the merciless singing sparrow,

The hide n seeks; which I battled out in the murky ponds; warm n shallow,

The vicious puzzles of algebra n triangles that I used to ponder,

Punishments, rewards, prizes n pounds, bout which; I still wonder,

Where they’ve gone; leaving behind the trails of joy; All alone,

In the race wid time, I’ve grown as a materialistic worlds clown,

DRAGON.........