I experience the familiar kriya—a spontaneous movement directed by Shree Kundalini—several times a day or more.
I will pause in my typing, and a little silent glide... my head is gently bent forward to my chest, then stays there. Sometimes fast, most of the time slow; it is like gliding into place.
Instantly I am in meditation. I notice my detachment from the world, (hard won from years of sadhana, but mostly a gift of grace).
I ask myself, now, each time... and whenever I remember throughout the day: Which do I choose? Union with God, or all of this?
I choose God. It is real in the moment. I take the half-step back into the stillness and bliss of which I am made.
Could it be? This awareness of You is now more than half of me!
Shiva Shiva Shiva... to say your name is bliss and bliss and bliss. I say it over and over (and over). Your name fills me with love and love (and love!)
The world swirls around me now, and with each day I feel far less concerned with how it all takes form in each moment.
I am not the baby-sitter for my Lord's creation.
Shree Krishna... I do what seems right by myself and by You... and leave the results up to You.
I am not the baby-sitter for my Lord's creation.
Shree Krishna... I do what seems right by myself and by You... and leave the results up to You.
If thoughts of suffering, controlling, or fear arise, I notice them right away, and gently stir them back into the consciousness from which they arose. I do not entertain these thoughts, do not invite them in. Once they're in they become my guests. I serve them, though they pretend to serve me.
My discipline about this has become a strong habit. Through grace...
My discipline about this has become a strong habit. Through grace...
Instead, I am still. I do not fight. These once looked to enemies cannot hook me, cannot start me on an inner junket or personal massacre once arising from a painful rumor about a substantial nothing.
I do not believe in suffering.
I have a funny little smile, hour after hour. The smile of one who knows my Beloved is always closer than close, never out of reach, never...
Every time I think of You I find myself curled around You, partaking of Your dream... my arms fast around You as we soar....
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