Waiting for the Clouds to rain on us!

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!

May everyone's life be a paradise

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.
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