Oak McIlwain

The bliss state arises when the thoughts are suspended (or when the subject of those thoughts is exposed as non-existent – thus the dissolution of duality. This is jyana yoga and can be very frightening without any other grounding such as mantra, selfless service, asana etc.)

When a human locks their mind on a single object the thoughts are suspended and the natural state is entered (beyond time/space).

During physical yoga there are several objects to lock the mind to. The asana, bundas and the pranayama.

The ease with which the mind will lock to these is in direct proportion to the psychological attachments of the individual (illusory self)

Thus explains the unseen reason that some aspirants enter the state more readily than others regardless of physical flexibility.

The average person is distracted from the locks by both external and internal fluctuations.

The inner is the outer thus the best path to remove psychological attachments is not by negation but by true personal insight.

That is, when one no longer fights with that within that is seen as negative and actually looks at it without bias or prejudice.

This is true learning.

When one can look at things clearly, the false will be seen to be illusory and fall away of its own accord.

By this method only the truth will remain.

Once the mind is easily locked to the single object there will come a time when the question is asked “what is the subject to which this object is locked?”

The enquiry, if sincere, will yield no answer and thus the subject will merge with the object; the atman (singular entity in natural state) will merge with the absolute.

Pure consciousness flowing unobstructed; as god painting with infinite brushes,
this inexplicable master piece.

Part 1

What is a mudha?
And do needs really must when the devil drives?

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A poem or a pond? And far above the surface, the swaying of a palm frond.
Would you prefer the solid ground or drifting through the lofty heights betwixt the air of summer rain and winter nights?

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He said they were happily without muses. Confined to the lower three.
What is life without the muses?

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The one that judges always accuses. It separates and lays to waste all the divine and mighty grace.
A poem or a pond was always the most important question because it told of another place to share the bare and faceless space.

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Chase your tail; this race is frail. What more could a tale entail?
Than to be the one. The one to be… at comfort with infinity.

Part 2

Apparently there was spaghetti left there on the floor
But I looked closely and it didn’t look like spaghetti anymore

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I saw your golden hair and glowing smile
Bemused, aghast and stunned a while
I saw the Brahman in everyone
And learned to stare into the sun

You were a jewel on the crown of thorns
Who blew my trumpet to toot my horn

A silver river runs through the house of god
It snakes out forever in the heart of hod
I found it’s root on the mountain top
And harvested the herb from an abundant crop

The mind that compares said to show this to you
A glittering, glimmer of light in the few
But if you looked through and could see my name
Heralded insane in the face of the mundane
Is it really me that you see
Or is it just the action of duality?

But for you a million diamonds would pour
From the eternal garden of nine and score
Neither mattered not to me
Can I take your hand yet set you free?

Because if I can do so with heart elated
My time in heaven was always fated
And you as the divine will always be
As I fade away in the infinite sea

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A trick of words or a play of the light
A game in the woods - when the day turns to night
Love and attachment together in the bath
Like the lunatic seeking a predfined (!path)

Part 3

The unseen is much more real than the seen
because the seen is manifest from the unseen