The Songs of the Awakened One

Avadhuta

Гуру • 05.03.2026 • 2 min. reading • 18 просм.

Гуру • 05.03.2026 • 2 min. reading • 18 просм.

He wears a tiger skin upon his shoulders, He drinks the bitter moisture of cold nights from a skull And the salt of human secretions. He smears his body with the ash of burnt corpses, He lives on cremation grounds amidst stench and wailing. Like a child, he walks naked, Confusing the stars with his silence. He is always alone, this mysterious wanderer, He laughs frantically, sitting by an extinguished fire. On the summits, he dances mad dances, In the forests, he sings mournful songs. Wildly rolling his eyes, he mutters strange tantras, He sits on bones, clutching his knees, in a mountain cave. He eats raw meat, washing it

Aryans are our ancestors

Гуру • 05.03.2026 • 1 min. reading • 17 просм.

Гуру • 05.03.2026 • 1 min. reading • 17 просм.

The Aryans Are Our Ancestors Our ancestors were not cattle-breeders or shepherds, Our ancestors were not plowmen or potters, Our ancestors were not hunters of forest beasts And were not gatherers of herbs. Our ancestors were gods and flew through the sky, Among the stars and constellations on vimanas, Faster than light, at the speed of thought. Our ancestors feared neither thunder nor lightning. (What demon came up with this foolish joke?!) They were not frightened by the elements and, of course, They were not monkeys. (How could they humiliate our spirit so for centuries!) Our ancestors were immortal gods, They folded tim

Ashram – the abode of the wise

Гуру • 05.03.2026 • 2 min. reading • 19 просм.

Гуру • 05.03.2026 • 2 min. reading • 19 просм.

Ashram — The Abode of the Wise This place is beloved by all sadhus, Here, everyone follows Rita — The eternal, divine Dharma. Here is silence, peace, serenity, Love, beauty, and strength of spirit, As ordained by the ancient rishis. Here, for guests and rare travelers, Joy, faith, and wisdom Fill them like living waves, Here is the majesty of God and happiness, Infinite purity. In the green silence and seclusion Dwell in harmony the seekers of the spirit: Sannyasis and brahmacharis, Lay grihasthas and karma-sannyasis. Here, secret plays are revealed to all — The luminous lilas of the gods. Here, the eternal mystery of theu

Aryans are our ancestors

Гуру • 05.03.2026 • 1 min. reading • 15 просм.

Гуру • 05.03.2026 • 1 min. reading • 15 просм.

Our ancestors were not shepherds, They knew neither plow nor potter’s wheel, They tracked no beast through the forest trails, Nor gathered roots where the meadows feel. They were gods from the very beginning, In vimanas through star dust they soared, Faster than light, obedient to thought, In distant constellations, new paths they explored. Neither thunder nor lightning did they fear, Before the fierce elements, they did not bow. Oh, a foolish jest—a demonic design, That monkeys are called our ancestors now! They sought to humble our spirit for ages, But our ancestors are immortal, eternal gods! They dared to condense both

Anupaya – “the pathless path”

• 05.03.2026 • 2 min. reading • 17 просм.

• 05.03.2026 • 2 min. reading • 17 просм.

Anupaya — "the pathless path" (2025) That which must be revealed to the heart, Preserving Sahaja — living awareness. The true God knows no names and no fetters of form, The true mantra does not sound in the silence of the lips, The true method requires no performance, True meditation is not a practice, but being itself. The true bhajan is not sung with the voice, True devotion is inexpressible in words, The true puja knows no boundaries of the altar. The true Guru does not teach while sitting on a throne, And the true disciple does not seek answers in questions. True Dharma is neither a sermon nor a sound, True wisdom is n

And we will do our job

• 05.03.2026 • 2 min. reading • 21 просм.

• 05.03.2026 • 2 min. reading • 21 просм.

Samsara conjures, weaves its ancient spells, Plunging stray souls into a frantic stream: Now into blind greed, then into the flames of attachment and strife, Where envy and anger reap their bitter toll. But we, the sadhus, will endure and keep equanimity, Praising the sacred Dharma and following it in silence, Preaching love, compassion, and clarity to the world, Dissolving minds in meditation, in the luminous depth. Treacherous Maya, as before, brings forth the mists, Misleading souls, stealing away their peace, She sows discord, divides, and seeks out foes, For such is her craft beneath the moon and star. And we shall do