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Ray Man Shabad

Recently I discovered Snatam Kaur’s rendition of Ray Man Shabad. 15 minutes of conscious changing music. The halfway point captures a feeling of love to pure consciousness and enlightenment. It’s floored me. Further research showed me this beautiful mantra and powerful words.

“The Ray Man Shabad was written by Guru Gobind Singh, the tenth Guru of the Sikhs, who was a master of yoga, a master of poetry, a master warrior, and a master of the Shabad Guru.”

Notes from this post.

Ong Kundalini Yoga Mantra

Bound Lotus Kriya

Snatam Kaur

Ray man eh bidh jog kamaa-o
Singee saach akapat kanthalaa
Dhi-aan Bibhoot charaa-o
Taatee geho aatam bas kar kee
Bhicchhaa naam adhaarang
Baajay param taar tat har ko
Upajai raag rasaarang
Ughatai taan tarang rang
Gi-aan geet bandhaanang
Chak chak rehay dayv daanav mun
Chhak chhak bayom bivaanang
Aatam upadays bhays sanjam ko
Jaap so ajapaa jaapa
Kaal na kabahoo bayaapai

Translation

Oh my mind, practice Yoga in this way: Let Truth be your horn, sincerity your necklace, and meditation the ashes you apply on your body.

Catch your burning soul (self) and stop the flames. Let the soul (self) be the alms bowl in which you collect the sweet Naam and this will be the only support you will ever need.
The Universe plays its divine music. The sound of reality is shrill, but this is where God is.

When you listen to the reality from this place of awareness the sweet essence of Raag arises. Waves of melodies, emotions, and passions arise and flow through you. Bind yourself with the song of God.

The Universe spins like a potter’s wheel and from it fly demons and angels. The sage listens to this and instead of getting caught in either one, the sage drinks the nectar of the heavens and is carried to the heavens in a divine chariot.

Instruct and clothe yourself with self control. Meditate unto infinity until you are meditating without meditating. In this way, your body shall remain forever golden, and death shall never approach you.

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From the Burton Watson translation of the Lotus Sutra

The equality of the Buddha’s preaching

is like a rain of a single flavor,

but depending upon the nature of the living being,

the way in which it is received is not uniform,

just as the various plants and trees

each receive the moisture in a different manner.

The Buddha employs this parable

as an expedient means to open up and reveal the matter,

using various kinds of words and phrases

and expounding the single Law,

but in terms of the Buddha wisdom

this is no more than one drop of the ocean.

I rain down the Dharma rain,

filling the whole world,

and this single-flavored Dharma

is practiced by each according to the individual’s power.

It is like those thickets and groves,

medicinal herbs and trees

which, according to whether they are large or small,

bit by bit grow lush and beautiful.

-The Lotus Sutra

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It’s kid book up in there

a new poem.

 

in the back up in the tree not yet identified
in the field guide
right on the property line
where the fence and bark are scabbed together into one old lady’s face
is the nest four stories up
a permanent autumn cocoon leaf hut
providing respite to the grey furry friend
rolled up yin yang style swaying in the winter
supported on spored veins sprouted from the tree not yet identified

and it’s kid book up in there

with the shake and sway of suburban winds
when I look out from the 11pm bedroom
the leaves and twigs put together
in a brown autumn vintage basketball hive
shrouded from all elements and threats

moving with the earth metronome

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Velma

She said exhausted.

was is it terrified instead?
food, clothing, and shelter

on the sort-of-inside          actually on the outside open mouthed at the trough.

All on the outside.

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