Neither garlands
nor bouquets of words
can describe THAT
which is prior to words.
Words form questions
and replies are of words
all is a play for that
Silent Word.
Wordy kite
with wordy thread
reaches the sky
but can’t be read.
Wordy boat
floats on wordy bank
to fathom the depth
it remains blank.
Word means the language
Language of breath;
But selfless is He
The knower of breath.
Beds of words
with pillows of words
if you can’t get rest
then leave them for best.
Adding word to word
and making a rhyme
Gathering meaningless words
Is a waste of time.
Here is a wordy play
in the wordy market
Know the Knower
prior to losing your wicket.
Bondage of words
And love for words
can these concepts
Take you forward?
Jumble of words
and wordy ways
Take you nowhere
but make you sway.
Colours of words
and wordy company
to know the Silence
it is useless symphony.
Play of words
give only trouble,
Know the Knower
because life is a bubble.
Wisdom of words
in a wordy market
you yourself are the support
Please don't forget.
Words have become important
and not the feelings
How will you know
your true dwelling!
Words make ‘me’
and words make ‘you'
By Sat-Guru's grace you will know,
By Sat-Guru's grace you will know,
you are the knower of the wordless principle.
-Nitin Ram
Original Marathi post ‘NISHABDA’ can be found at this link:
which is kindly translated here in English by Jaya-Mohan.
2 comments:
Dear Nitin,
Here below is the response to your poem on Nishshbdha, weaving more words in your chain. What I am driving at is that, whilst most words are worthless as you put it, the words of wisdom of the ancient Seers guide us to realize our own True Nature.
Neither garlands nor bouquets of words
Can describe THAT which is prior to words
But like the butter hidden in a cup of curds
TRUTH lies concealed in Vedic words
Words form questions and replies too
All this is a play for that Silent Word ‘OM’
Ancient Shrutis tell you what you can do
To cognize within, your Nature and your Home
Wordy kite with wordy thread
Reaches the sky but can’t be read
Words of wisdom that Upanishads teach
Descend from sky and Your Heart they reach
Wordy boat floats over the wordy stream
Failing to fathom its depth midstream
Words of the Master wake us up from dream
And help us churn life’s milk to savor its cream
Word means the language, the language of breath;
Beyond words is He, the knower of breath
When words of wisdom the Guru whispers
SELF shines forth and darkness does disperse
Beds of words with pillows of words
With these, can you get a wink of sleep?
Uttered from Guru’s lips the self-same words
Turn your mind inward very deep
Adding word to word and making a rhyme
Gathering worthless words is waste of time.
Instead, look within, where the Shrutis point to
And there cognize your Nature, that’s all you do
Here is a wordy play in the wordy pool
Know the Knower prior to losing your cool
When knower is known, entity will cease
And you’ll merge with Eternity with ease
Bondage to words and love for the word
Can the ‘concepts’ take you forward?
You aren’t the entity that’s the victim of words,
But the Substratum That illumines those words
Jumble of words and such wordy way
Why bother about it, which makes you sway?
In waking alone you feel part of this chain
In deep sleep, only Non-dual you remain
Words of the wise point to wordless ‘Subject’
That’s the Real You, the indwelling Seer
To this YOU, even ‘you’ are the object
Only tri-basic view makes it absolutely clear
Blessed are those, who have heard Gurus words
From his golden lips through night and day
And have cognized the Facts shown by these words
Free they are, keeping all their sufferings at bay
With LOVE & REGARDS,
-Vinayak Prabhu
Thank you Prabhus :-)
Some of the old sharing links are enclosed herewith:
http://abideinself.blogspot.com/2008/05/pathless-path-to-wordless-word-sometime.html
http://abideinself.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless.html
love n regards
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