Sing to the Mountain

"This is the working of the ceremony to save the green ants, the aboriginal people and the dreamtime that holds the world together. The white people are too young to know this and too old to understand. Yet, you must listen to these words now and hear with your hearts, the singing of the mountain.

The mountain sings. It sings like it has never sung before; it is singing now for you, for us, for every living creature on this beautiful Earth. The mountain sings its first and last song. The music comes from far, far away yet; it is inside you, inside the mountain, inside the trees, inside the rising sun, inside the stars, inside the little pebbles in the river, inside the kangaroo, inside the green ants, inside your mother, inside your father; the song is singing by itself inside every living thing. Now, the mountain sings to keep the world alive. When you hear the song inside your hearts, sing back to the mountain. Sing back to the mountain ... sing back to the mountain."
[Invocation of a Chief Uluru Aboriginal Elder]

What If

What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then?
[Samuel Taylor Coleridge]


IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
[Rudyard Kipling]

The Self

Your true nature is always the undivided, nondual Brahman,
Which is a mass of Being-Consciousness-Bliss,
Motionless, ancient, still,
Eternal, without attributes,
Without confusions, without sheaths,
Without parts, without impurity,
Completely free from any illusion of duality,
Full, peerless, and the One.
[Song of Ribhu, Chapter Two]

Just as waves, bubbles, and foam appear on the ocean,
The entire sapless phenomenal world of the moving and the unmoving
Appears on the infinite Supreme Siva.
Only those who, by relentless inquiry, attain
The doubtless realization that they are all,
Of the nature of the one, complete Supreme Siva,
Will be fully rid of the dreadful bondage of birth and will become of the nature of the impeccable Supreme Siva.
[Song of Ribhu, Chapter Two]

The Self alone exists;
and the Self alone is real.
Verily the Self alone is
the world, the "I" and God.
All that exists is
but the manifestation of the
Supreme Being.
[Sri Ramana Maharshi]

Self is only Being;
Not being this or that.
It is Simple Being.
BE, and
There is the end of ignorance.
[Sri Ramana Maharshi]

"They knew the way and went to seek you along the narrow lane,
But I wandered abroad in the night, for I was ignorant.
I was not schooled enough to be afraid of you in the dark,
Therefore, I came upon your doorsteps unaware,
The wise rebuked me and made me be gone,
For I had not come by their lane,
I turned away in doubt, but you held me fast,
And their scolding became louder every day."
[Rabindranath Tagore]

Pearls from the Guru

"The syllable gu means shadows
The syllable ru, he who disperses them,
Because of the power to disperse darkness
The guru is thus named."
[Advayataraka Upanishad 14-18, verse 5]

"A real guru is like an ice cube. He cools your consciousness and then disappears without a trace."

"Everyone has his own path, his mission, and even if you take your Master as a model, you must always develop in a way that suits your own nature."

"My Guru became my all-in-all, my home, mother and father, everything. All my senses left their places, and concentrated themselves in my eyes, and my sight was centred on him. Thus my guru was the sole object of my meditation and I was conscious of none else. While meditating on him my mind and intellect were silent and I had thus, to keep quiet and bow to him in silence."
[Sri Sai Baba of Shirdi]

"Everything in the world was my Guru. Don't you know that Dattatreya, when he was asked by the king which Guru had taught him the secret of bliss, replied that the earth, water, fire, animals, men, etc., all were his Gurus and went on explaining how some of these taught him to cling to what was good and others taught him what things he should avoid as bad."
[Ramana Maharshi]

"This beggar prays to his Father to bless you all who have come here. My Lord Rama blesses you, My Father blesses you. Arunachaleswarar blesses you. It doesn't matter to me what name it is. All the blessings of my Father for all of you! Well, that is the end. That is all."
[Yogi Ramsuratkumar]

Hymn to the Guru

One's body may be handsome, wife beautiful, fame excellent and varied, and wealth like unto Mount Meru; but if one's mind be not attached to the lotus feet of the Guru, what thence, what thence, what thence, what thence?

Wife, wealth, sons, grandsons, all these; home, relations, the host of all these there may be; but if one's mind be not attached to the lotus feet of the guru, what thence, what thence, what thence, what thence?

The Vedas with their six auxiliaries and knowledge of science may be on one's lips; one may have the gift of poesy; and may compose good prose and poetry; but if one's mind be not attached to the lotus feet of the Guru, what thence, what thence, what thence, what thence?

"In other lands I am honoured; in my country I am fortunate; in the ways of good conduct there is none that excels me," thus one may think; but if one's mind be not attached to the lotus feet of the Guru, what thence, what thence, what thence, what thence?

One's feet may be adored constantly by hosts of emperors and kings of the world, but if one's mind be not attached to the lotus feet of the Guru, what thence, what thence, what thence, what thence?

My fame has spread in all quarters by virtue of generosity and prowess; all the things of the world are in my hands as a reward of these virtues; but if one's mind be not attached to the lotus feet of the Guru, what thence, what thence, what thence, what thence?

Not in enjoyment, not in concentration, not in the multitudes of horses; not in the face of the beloved, nor in wealth does the mind dwell; but if that mind be not attached to the lotus feet of the Guru, what thence, what thence, what thence, what thence?

Not in the forest, nor even in one's own house, nor in what-is-to-be-accomplished, nor in the body, nor in what is invaluable does my mind dwell; but if my mind be not attached to the lotus feet of the Guru, what thence, what thence, what thence, what thence?
[Adi Sankara]

The Forerunner

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have built are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

And I too am my own forerunner, for the long shadow stretching before me at sunrise shall gather under my feet at the noon hour. Yet another sunrise shall lay another shadow before me, and that also shall be gathered at another noon.

Always have we been our own forerunners, and always shall we be. And all that we have gathered and shall gather shall be but seeds for fields yet unploughed. We are the fields and the ploughmen, the gatherers and the gathered.

When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.

And when you were a silent word upon life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

And now we are in God's hands. You are a sun in His right hand and I an earth in His left hand. Yet you are not more, shining, than I, shone upon.

And we, sun and earth, are but the beginning of a greater sun and a greater earth. And always shall we be the beginning.

You are your own forerunner, you the stranger passing by the gate of my garden.

And I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless.
[Kahlil Gibran]

Hymn to the Sun

Behold the rays of dawn, like heralds lead on high
The sun, that men may see the great all-knowing God.
The stars slink off like thieves, in company with Night,
Before the all-seeing eye, whose beams reveal his presence,
Gleaming like brilliant flames, to nation after nation.
With speed beyond the ken of mortals, thou, O Sun,
Dost ever travel on, conspicuous to all.
Thou dost create the light, and with it does illumine
The Universe entire; thou rises in the sight
Of all the race of men, and all the host of heaven.
Light-giving Varuna! Thy piercing glance doth scan
In quick succession all this stirring, active world,
And penetrateth, too, the broad ethereal space,
Measuring our days and nights and spying out all creatures.
Surya with flaming locks, clear-sighted, God of day,
Thy seven ruddy mares bear on thy rushing car.
With these thy self-yoked steeds, seven daughters of thy chariot.
Onward thou dost advance. To thy refulgent orb
Beyond this lower gloom and upward to the light
Would we ascend, O Sun thou God among the Gods.
[Trans. Sir Monier-Williams]