the unpercieving perceiver

When I look into you, what do I see?
This one man, struggling to be.
Not knows who he was, not knows where he goes.

There was a time when he knew himself,
There was a time when he saw the directions all,
But one day he fell.
And was asked not to get up.
For when he was lost,
The truth he would win.

Now I see this man of yours,
No streak, no identity, no direction….
He plays a part, as not himself…
He knows it all to be a magical play.
He knows not how,
….to stop the play,
…nor can he see the face that behind lay.

All he knows this man of yours,
Is that he is this child in this world of yours.
He works and he works and he works and he works,
Through hot, through cold, through rough, and through dark….
Complaining he knows not to do, for he is convinced that he can’t chose the script.

He thinks very spare,
For what can he possibly think of….
That, which seems to be, but is just not there…
Or then that, where which no thought lays.

But then he saw,
That the role of his was toward a cause…
But he sees no cause good enough, no cause good enough for the wait.
He asketh me to stay amongst what I wish to leave behind.
For he says, what beyond me do you see at all, and what is it that you wish to leave?
The truth cannot be seen, from through yourself- for you are not what you think you are…
You think about the truth, and you wish to see it…
Have you ever thought about who you are??
Through yourself you desire to see, what your little perception that be.
Perceptions are perceived, perceptions can’t be the lord,
Learn to see the perceptions, as part of the perceiver himself,
Perceiving something else, apart from the perceiver.
This Perception traps, for all perception stays always within himself…
When he forgets the perceiving perceiver that he be,
He perceives a perception, without perceiving.
Without perception, the perceiver ceases to be the perceiver in this perception of his own , which was perceived while he remained unperceiving of himself.

take this, take that

take this, shun that.

be left with a bottle of water, without a drop.

juggling, making, breaking, too many too soon.

pieces of glass many, bleed, scatter, break.

crystal clear water, a dash of salt and mud.

enveloping magnetic cloud, a spotless sky once.

each piece and every, pick up and shall make.

the perfect dream on screen, black or white shall all break.

महाराज खुदाई

कैसी दुनिया , काहे दुनियादारी ?

पाकर हस , तो कुछ खो ..रोयी ||

भीक , भिकारियां आदत होवी |

मितेया ना भूक , खायी खायी ||

राजा मान बैठ सोह , रंक कोई |

माँग माँग , ढ़हे अंक वोई ||

दूर खड़ा फ़कीर हसत , बोलेयां ..

"जे परछाई देखेयां , रंक कोई

रंक कोई ना , फकत राजा दिखाई" ||

बोले परछाई , चीख चीख ..

महाराज खुदई ..

..महाराज खुदई ||

what is this world, and what are it's ways?
call who a king, and who a rag?

it's a beggar's sign to want and beg,
wants never end.

what world do you see..
where a king dies begging,

..thinking to be a raggard himself.

"if only", says a fakir, "the rags cared to see their own selves"

"they'd know only kingship".