Krishna Kabuki

2009-09-08T10:15:00.017+02:00

en life

2009-09-07T15:00:00.013+02:00

2009-04-03T19:16:00.002+02:00

Winter is melting away in Stockholm. Why are the sambo ducks crossed? Winter blues or stockholm syndrom?

A very Happy Birth day

2009-03-08T23:33:00.004+01:00

Ja må du leva,

Ja må du leva uti hundrade år!

Javisst ska du leva,

Javisst ska du leva uti hundrade år.

May you be always blessed and protected and healthy my dear friend Beth.

Namste dear friend.

The Stockholm Sun Snow

2009-03-01T17:51:00.002+01:00

“Take this gift, the Cup, with humility, it holds the ocean in it”

2009-01-09T20:12:00.029+01:00

They ran a thorough check on her -- her papers, her belongings and even inside of her body --the very content of her. She shivered and found herself propelled forward. What force propelled her, she did not know. It was all mechanical. Gates closed behind her. She felt the intense ache in her right ear deafening her on one side. The officer in front asked her something. She did not hear a thing. She showed him her papers. The officer stamped the papers without any further questions. She had now officially crossed the boundaries. She was in a delicate space now. She looked back. She could see her beloved friend through the small crack. Her hands waving.
She heard her name being called. She ran towards the sound. She ran to gate 36A. There was no such thing as gate 36A. Confused in grief she wandered through the empty spaces of the hall. And she found herself again before the officer who had stamped her papers earlier. She had crossed the boundaries again. She was in a space she had left before, where she should not be. Officer was kind enough to guide her to her gate -- Gate 11. She has now reached the no point of return. She seated herself in her pre-assigned seat 36A.

She looked outside the window. The sun was setting. The golden hue spread across the sand-dune. Each sand particle shimmered gold. A Firefly twinkled before her eyes and she heard it uttering words of Kabir

Aag Jo Lagi Samand Mein, Dhuan Na Pargat Hoye

So Jane Jo Jarmua, Jaki Lagi Hoye

With the ocean set ablaze, The smoke yet manifests not

Only the one who gets burnt, Envisions the heat of loving thought

24 hours later, tens of thousands of miles apart she gazed through the window pane. Her only contact with the outside world. The tip of the earth was snow covered. The cold cold land she was to step on was hers officially. The land that, that lacks the warmth, warmth of home was hers. Her heart was heavy as the plane that carried her began its descend.

Time was nearing 2.30pm, over the horizon the sun lingered, preparing for setting, leaving the golden hue all over. At a distance clouds rose from the earth itself and touched the skies. Runway was clear of snow. And something was clearing within her heart space. Something was stirring in her heart.

Words of her friend rose from her heart to her beings. She remembered what her friend had said at the airport. She had said “Take this gift, the Cup, with humility, it holds the Ocean in it”

She bowed her head to her friend Beth in gratitude. Namaste dearest friend she uttered as she held the ocean in her cup.

Sailing Away with my friend Bechhi

2009-01-08T16:53:00.014+01:00

फूल

2008-12-10T00:06:00.005+01:00

Pushpa. Phul. फूल. Flower. The Best!

come

look at the flower

in my puja

--my offerings

luminous and peaceful.

The story of a Toe ring!

2008-12-09T15:56:00.025+01:00

It was the wedding day of his daughter. All guest had arrived except his mother. He felt her absence to the core. She was not there to bless his daughters wedding. He cried the night before in her remembrance. That morning he was returning from his morning walk when he saw a shining silver ring by the front door of his living room. He bent and picked it up with his right hand. It was a toe ring. His hand trembled as he gazed at it intensly. He felt he knew the ring well. He quivered. His heart began to pound. He hugged the ring holding it close to his heart. He knew the ring well.
Toe rings are part of sola-shringar (sixteen items of adornment) that an Indian woman wares. She wares a set of toe ring, one on each foot. Husband adorns his wife with toe rings at the marriage ceremony. He slips the rings in second toe of each foot, offering his lifelong commitment and protection. These silver rings are open hoops for easy removal. These rings and all her adornment she takes with her when she goes to the other side of the existance.
He felt he knew that toe ring very well. His heart was heavy with emotions. He became tearful. With a great reverence he looked at the ring. He saw his mothers face reflected in it. Many thousand a times his head had bowed at those feet that adorn this toe ring. He knew his mother had come to bless this auspicious day. Her toe ring was the evidence -the presence of his mother. His mother had arrived. He bathed the ring and kissed it. He arranged it in his altar in front of his mothers picture. Bowed down once more before the toe ring and thanked his mother for the special coming.
That very morning of the wedding his mother-in-law was looking for a toe ring that she had lost the night before. Soon she learned from her daughter what had happened and she let go off her search and brought herself a new pair of toe rings.

Waiting for the Clouds to rain on us!

2008-12-04T19:01:00.011+01:00

The thing -- spontaneous --head upside down. Gaze gazing inward. throat skyward. Elixir enters through the throat. Transfixed I drink through the throat. Drop by drop it cools the within. It is addicting. As if on a drug. In this case ambrosia. I sit there, cross legged, day after day --head spontaneously upside down, drinking through throat, gazing inward, I’m drenched in meditation, I’m drenched in peace, contentment and ‘wanting more of this’ -neck delightfully glued and hanging over the shoulder --upside down-- as if it is my necks natural position.
I remember. A bird that is full of adventures. A bird that never drinks water from the river or the lake. A bird that waits for months and months. A bird that quenches its thirst in the months of monsoon. I remember a bird with a hole in a throat. A bird that flies upside down at the sight of the first cloud in the sky. A bird that is undaunted by the thunder and the lightening. A bird that drinks unsullied raindrops as they drip from the cloud. I remember such a bird. I'm filled with the rememberance of mythical Chataka.
Our ordeal is same. We sit there like Chataka. Head upside down-- throat skyward--waiting for the clouds to rain on us!

Beths India

2008-11-25T10:23:00.017+01:00

This is your India dear Sweet friend Bechhi Pituni-some shots for you.

May everyone's life be a paradise

2008-10-17T22:17:00.012+02:00

Worship Love. Let all your acts be full of love. Let your love grow each day. Love is the basis of all. Love is the mighty nuclear energy that transforms man. So do not let every fool you meet convince you that love does not exist within you. Man is unfair to himself because he is ignorant. He beleives he is ordinary and he makes other people feel the same. I once went to bathe in confluence of the three rivers at Allahabad. As I was sitting there, a priest came up and asked me to make a vow. I did not want to, but he would not listen and kept insisting. He brought flowers and water, saying "Swamiji, repeat papo'ham Im a sinner." "You are a sinner, not me" I retorted. "Even at this holy place, you have not stopped making fools of pilgrims.
I shall say Punya'ham Punya'ham Im Pure Im Pure" From Play of consciousness, Swami Muktananda.
www.siddhayoga.org/holidays/lunarmahasamadhi/slideshow.html

Welcome to your Land

2008-10-15T11:05:00.006+02:00

Welcome Bechhi Pituni to your Land India

2008-10-12T15:32:00.003+02:00

The Chains & Lights of a Freedom.

2008-10-12T14:51:00.006+02:00

I let the tears fall

Circumambulating the mount Kailash
Be tall and steadfast like me -roars the mountain

Sitting on the abode of the mount Kailash

I Flow like Ganges

Window

2008-10-07T17:10:00.004+02:00

The window of her own ..capturing the life transformation. The green lushy summer giving it all to the fierce coppery red fall.

Kansai Region Japan

2008-10-07T16:52:00.008+02:00

Among the people there ..
... there Im and a dear oh dear!

Outside Buddha temple in Nara.

Climbing through the thousands of gates to haven built in 711. Through Tori gates on way to shrines dedicated to rice, saki and foxes! This was just begining to a 4km trail through tori gates to the top of mountain Inari

The life of a Flower

2008-10-05T19:12:00.009+02:00

She wondered through Hana-Machi. Tea-houses opened on narrow streets with bamboo doors. The dim light peeked at her through the door creeks spilling the mystery and sensuality.
She imagines being the insider. She imagines being the flower among the flowers that blossomed and opened behind those bamboo doors. She imagined she had the years of training to be the most exquisite flower that would leave her tender and graceful. She imagines her naked body being painted in pink. She explores her body as if it was a pink flower. She masks her face, her chest and her neck in the color of the lover leaving the V shape on her neck bare naked. She draws crimson half-moon on her lips with red filling the tiny cracks of her big mouth. She puts petals of colorful garment on her tall tender body, garments opening at her full breast. She tucks her head high with a dome shaped wig. Then she decorates her hair dome as if blossomed. She arranges herself like she would arrange the flower. And she sits there, exploring her making. She sits there with her wide, open back facing the bamboo door, waiting for her lover.
Creating the illusions, delusions is her skills. With her entire being masked into a graceful flower she awaits on her lover.
Wind blows, the bamboo doors opens and she feels a kiss on her bare skin of her neck. She pours a tea without turning around. A musical note runs through her as she offers herself to her lover.
She likes the life of a flower.
She likes the life of a flower as she wonders through flower town (Hana-Machi) in Gion district of Kyoto. She likes the life of a Flower.

The hour of Evening

2008-08-23T21:02:00.003+02:00

It was the hour of evening. Stepping those stairs in Medborgsplasten, I felt the tap in my eyes. It was a gentle tap. Looking inside I looked up. The sky was blazing. Houses and tree tops were clothed in a golden hue. Enchanted by the magic display I walked by the sun. Hours passed as I followed the Sun. Sun in tern circled around me. The smell of the sea weed filled my body. I stopped and camped on the bank. Sun poured itself into my eyes and down it sank within me. Such was the hour that evening.

The Best Things For You.

2008-07-24T21:08:00.001+02:00

Will search for the best thing for you .. in the depths of the depthless world. In the world of five elements; earth, water, fire, air and ether, I will search for the best compound for you. In the world of the mind, choosing, creating, moving, grasping and speaking, I will search for the non-mind for you. In the world of senses, touching the vertebrae, tasting the nectar, seeing with the third eye, hearing the un-struck sounds, I will search for the hundred and one senses for you.
Ionized I will flow through the solid, fly through the liquid, walk through the air I will move. I will search the whole world for the best thing for you.
I will search the whole world for the best thing for you.

Soundless Laugh

2008-07-24T20:46:00.009+02:00

I felt the freedom rising and with it I noticed a soft feeling of an awe and respect rising within me. I watched. The breath took an U turn and went upward, down the supra-neural pathways. Pathways cooled the breath. Space expanded and the spontaneous laugher rose and continued. I was laughing. I could feel my facial expression. I could feel my diaphragms. I could feel my laugher. There was no sound. It was laugh without a sound. IT laughed and laughed on its own accord, without a sound. The serpent was tickled inside of me. I had become a soundless laugher. I had become a laughing motion. Full of awe, joy and respect I watched. After a while the laugh and the diaphragm subsided in the awareness, the sounds emerged in the throat and took forms. Those were the harsh, high pitched sounds like the sounds of strangled neck. There was no strangled neck nor was any pain. Those were the sounds that I do not have name for. Were those harsh expressions of the trapped serpent? Or were those sounds, some form of friction as the freedom freed itself? I remained captivated by those harsh sounds as if a bee lost in the sweetness of nectar. There was something peaceful about these sounds. There was something addicting about these sounds. Then, I heard a sound... rather a loud sound. I thought I recognized it... Is this a tiger roar? I laughed at the thought. The thought induced laugh set the diaphragm in motion and the awakened serpent joined in the play, setting the chain reaction of laugher. I gave in to the laugh and laughing I crumbled in foetal position. I was laughing a soundless laugh.

Aisle of the Light

2008-07-02T15:59:00.001+02:00

I put on my armour, my shawl. I cross my legs and close my eyes. I home in.
Whirling at the bottom gently and slowly my body dances in the lotus posture. Then suddenly with a volcanic jolt She rises from earth to the ether. Both the nostrils at use. Rapid breathing... One way only…. No outgoing. Head thrown back. Elongated neck. Jaws thrown wide open. Coal darkness. Tongue curls up in the throat like the leaf in the wind, finding its way in the space. I feel the sensation of cool breeze inside me. Looking for the truth my tongue rides in the space like the insect riding and looking for light. Beyond blackness of the light there is nothing. I feel stillness pervading my entire being. Ambrosia drips in. I feel dressed in ambrosia as I walk down the aisle of light.

At the Station

2008-06-13T20:30:00.000+02:00

Heart the station of counsciousness. You become aware here of all those twelve motions, e-motions -- Love, pain, anger, pride, happiness ..

At the station, train stops by, unloads its pain chambers and moves on. I need a hug. I send you a hug. I put on a chant tape 'narayana narayana jaya govinda hare' I kneel on my knees. I feel the pain. The chant vibration hugs my back soothing my spinal existence. I send you a hug. I feel the pain. I am resonated. I feel the hug. The volcanic force shoots upward, tightens my nake and swirls my head like the dangling flower bud in the storm. Throat locks up. Mouth opens up .. wide -- no words come out, no breath goes in, no breath comes out. Everything is still like the existence in the begining. Only the awareness.

Suddenly, some moments after the stillness fades away. I feel my heart. Tears roll down. I feel its warmth on my cheeks at the station.

"Let nothing perturb you, nothing frighten you.

All things pass.

Patience achieves everything.

Solo Dios basta" St Teresa of Avila.

My Mind is Not For Rent

2008-06-12T18:56:00.001+02:00

Humm .. got this for. Now what?
All the efforts so I could post a comment on my friends blogg! Worth it? Sure. For a dear one any thing is worth it.
So here I am -- the minimalistic one .. with yet another possession .. this time a blogg.
Did I tell you the stars I have seen in my meditation? And they did not twinkle, mind me .. they were steady, bright and well fully present. Humm .. does this blogg comes with spell checker? I need that one.
Ok, no more diversion .. I was trying to catch my thoughts all day today ..I spread my net and went on with the day as usual .... thoughts happened to me. How could they not? its their nature to happen and hang around ... not only they hang around, they make my mind their home .. and I end up paying rents for them ...you know? My mind is not for rent you know. I managed to catch them .. some of them .. they were .. just passing. And some? Before I knew it they hijacked my mind and I was making a bread in me head you know? .. the smell of oven baked bread (in head) drove me hungry and brought me back to the present moment .. this is how it is with the thoughts, before you know you are in jungle of thoughts ....Mind me I wont mind them .. but they start manifesting .. they are infecticious ..and before you know it your mind is occupied and you are paying the rent !

But when I sit for meditation thoughts disappears and I feel my heart kindled ... peace and solitude descend on me .. and for a moment I become total Peace. And that moment, that peaceful moment is what sums me up!

Peace and Love