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 This drawing is made out of the understanding at the supra mental level. It is comprised of the physical, subtle and the cause - the three aspects of the world movement being acted by the spirit, the life force called Prana in Sanskrit, whose radiation percolates the entire Universe in and out and extends further 10 inches all-round and the source of such spirit is the Soul, the Supreme or the Self. This Self is therefore the source. The entire process can also be expressed in three divisions, the terrestrial, the celestial and the transcendental known as the apara, the para and the parathpara in Sanskrit.
This parathpara being the Supreme, is the targeted object for human achievement. We also see on the surface of the Earth, beneath a tree a resolute yogi, concentrating and constricting his mental force and the vital force and aiming at uniting the divine spark in his heart with the Supreme at the top. In human history, this process is adopted by very many great souls and they recorded the Supreme triumph. Desire, dispassion, discrimination strengthened by fully applied human effort necessary in the situation alone place the aspirant on the high way leading to the Supreme. This realisation is available always for the true aspirant.
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THE CREATION:
Fill thy heart with sparks' splendour, swift clouds of dust divine Thy Soul's,
Buzzing brownish, red and radiant, sparkles of Fire eternal, the Supreme Soul,
Through nimble dance, the Spirit Cosmic stirreth the matter move manifold,
Hide and hail the mystery in glamour and glitters, endless, infinite in size;
Thus blossoms the world, bulging big and brimful, says the seer the universe;
World in sight pretty and palpable, as revealed yet concealed by cause and effect,
The play eternal, rise and fall, cause of cosmic process, in good, bad and the vice;
Hence is the Universe where we live in, with pleasure, pain, agony untold.
ETERNAL JOURNEY:
On this the High Way, the desert journey, through hell proceeding,
Under the noon Sun, scorching, blazing of Fire eternal;
Marches on the Soldier solitary, with no weaponry backed, nude and nugget,
Parched fiercely, deep in distress, thirst for Truth unquenched, yet alluring,
Looking hither and thither, the sideways staring, with hopes vanishing,
And despair disdained; at last a drop of nectar and alaxirs remnants, favoured,
Of psalms celestial, of travellers yonder, signposts whispered, lampposts brightened,
Pointing the prints of feet on desert sands, as glimpses of Truth; flashes of Light,
Truth appearing in shades and colours, assuring the Goal not far off,
Nectar sumptuous; Quenching the thirst with drops alaxirs, the soldier rises,
with hopes regained, zeal enthused, yet conscious not to slip once again
Sees no duality, night in the embrace of day light declaring the One
Fathoms deep in the light luminous the soldier often dowsed in bliss, silence absolute, the hero findeth no whereabouts of himself, peace in perfection, all in rest, loses himself,
Unfathomable silence in the absence; Lo! Here is the Supreme, the Prime, the Soul of all,
The secret eternal; Path vanished behind yet remains the Abode of orb maroon and bright,
What an enchanting odyssey of mankind, misery marooned, bells bemoaning leading to Bliss Eternal and the Ocean Absolute, of serene and sapient and the Source Grand.
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