“I” AM BURNING

Mukund Dev Sahoo

(This poem is originally an Odia poem written by Mukunda Dev.)


“I” am burning with violence,
with the sense of alienation and the wealth of others,
with the feeling of alienation and my own,
I am burning in my own actions.

“I” am burning with anger,
my body and mind are burning with hatred because of the non-fulfillment of my desire.

“I” am burning in the discussion of others, If someone is rising above me, then I have been thinking for his lower, And I burn with my inner fire.

“I” am burning with greed,
Not satisfied with what I have,
I am looking for more,
burning with the fire of dissatisfaction with the longing of the tongue and the hunger of the mind.

“I” do my work with a desire to get a good reputation and satisfy my ego and I have kept the certificate of good fortune hanging in my physical house.
And I am burning with ego.

“I” am burning with Maya and seeing other women and men from the bodies of others,
I burn with the flame of desire.
By burning my body with the fire of Maya,
I am burning with adultery.

“I” am burning with the fire of religion,
due to the difference of religion,
I divided man into human beings and forgot that death is the last religion.

When the body will no longer be burnt,
when I sleep on the bed of death by the fire of the pyre,
then all will be forgotten for whom I always worry.

The wheel of time goes on turning,
the sun of righteousness comes and goes, in the morning of life,
in the evening of death, all the flames will disappear into darkness.

What flame am I burning?
Let me see once from my own intuition,
“I” am burning so much from inside that my sight is not reaching there but the soul is still not burnt which is invisible from me.

When the hand is involved in the burning fire, then the whole body and mind trembles,
to see the fire which is burning from inside,
it needs silent and constant meditation.
Then you will know in which flame “I” am burning.

Jealousy, Hatred, Anger and Sadhana

Hatred:

It was in 2002, when I started learning music properly, there was a music competition in Math(Ashram) near our house in Chandneshwar. Both my brothers gave me a lot of enthusiasm to participate in this competition and I also agreed. For the first time in my life, I was participating in the competition and When I got on the stage, I started trembling with fear and for the first time I started holding the mike in my hand, then my hand started trembling, throat started trembling and when I started singing, when it ended, I didn’t know anything. After the end of my singing, I could hear that one or two people were compulsively clapping! Came back home very sad that night and I banged my head on the harmonium and started talking with him. The next morning an incident happened due to which I am able to feel the depths of music today. Supply water used to come right in front of our house and the whole village used to gather there to fill that supply water, the next morning all the villages had reached there to fill water And started talking about my singing last night, among all those people a man named Bapi da was mocking me and making fun of me in front of everyone, Bapi was showing everyone in a dramatic way like I was trembling while singing! I was watching and listening to all this sitting in my house, tears were flowing from my eyes and there was a lot of hatred on Bapi, I used to meet with him almost every day in the village and whenever I saw him, I was filled with hatred and I had made sure in my heart that I should show him one day by singing a song. Today that hatred has turned into gratitude. I express my gratitude to him from the bottom of my heart. If he had not insulted me that day, perhaps I would not have understood the infinite ocean of Music.

This story of mine is said because while doing music, many people will meet who will applaud, they will speak good but those who speak bad should be given gratitude because the same people want your well-being. The feeling of hatred for the people who call you bad will come in the initial stage, it is necessary to save it, if you express it, then the energies of your sadhana will be reduced.

Anger:


I had taken admission in Mumbai University in 2011-12 to do M.Mus and stayed in JS Hall Hostel in Churchgate, Mumbai. I made a lot of friends in the music department of the university. Jazim Sharma is one of those friends, who is famous today in the name of well-known Ghazal Singers across the world. Jazim used to live in a separate room in the hostel but whenever I am sitting to do my Sadhana, he used to come to my room and snatch the harmonium from me and start singing his ghazals and also ask me to sing as well But the technique of ghazal did not come down in my throat, still I used to try and jazim taunting me, Tere Se Ghazal Nahi Banega always used to speak. Whenever he used to say this, I used to get very angry with him. I used to stop my classical music practice and try singing ghazals just to show him But despite my best efforts, the ghazal was not sung till the very end And I used to get very sad about this. Some friends and I used to wrestle every evening in the style of WWE!! For that wrestling I used to get alone and Jazim on the other side and some friends. Our hard-hitting friend Late Devdutt Kulkarni used to play the role of referee. This wrestling was the only opportunity that used to cool my anger on Jazim!
I told this story of mine here because I have seen that if our aim in sadhana is not very strong then we can get influenced by anyone who can destroy, corrupt our sadhana and we go astray. We should follow the music of our soul, not try to connect our path with the rhythm of others. Like I did during my M.Mus, Ghazal was not my subject, Classical Music was the subject on which I had to stick, but due to ignorance, I lost my purpose. The subject which is not ours, by listening to someone, seeing or being influenced by someone’s words, when we try to study on that subject, then two things can happen, one we can do that thing well, otherwise because of not being proficient on that subject, we keep on burning with anger or we can get frustrated.

Jealousy:


“Jealousy is never a sign of purity, it only burns those who are jealous to ashes.”

In 2005/6, when I had enrolled in Utkal Sangeet Mahavidyalaya Bhubaneswar, my aim was absolutely sure. For the whole 5 years, I woke up every day at 4:00 am and continued to do my spiritual practice which is the sanskar of my late father. Seeing my waking up in the morning, some of my friends used to try to get up at 4:00 am to do sadhna and they used to sit beside me and used to play harmonium on a different scale but I didn’t get any effect from them. When all of them used to do this, my attention became more firm, I used to try to listen to my voices more carefully. Their jealousy was helpful in my sadhana because my aim was only in doing sadhna, just like a thirsty person needs water. I got the opportunity to stay in the shelter of great gurus in my musical journey, I have seen many disciples of those gurus having strong jealousy from each other. If a disciple of a guru is doing a very good job, then only the disciples of the same guru get burnt by the fire of jealousy, we have also seen this. Jealousy is never a sign of purity, it only burns those who are jealous to ashes.

We should also keep in mind that music is not tied to any other person, music is free like the sky, music binds everyone with one sound, music is the father of all individuals and creation. In the initial practice stage of music, one can be centered, but as you sink into the continuum of cultivation, the music will shine like a ray of sunshine.

Knowledge unfolds by itself

A calf of a cow is born and goes to its mother and starts drinking milk on its own. Mother never taught him or never showed him how to drink milk but he went and started drinking on his own, neither he did chanting nor Tapa nor did he take the help of other people.

We humans only say that we humans are the greatest scholars, the most knowledgeable, the most great. And we also need the most security, from everybody. And we are great. Whatever we are chanting, someone made it, we did not even see it and someone told us that this chanting will help us to cross the river, We humans are so innocent that we accept everyone’s words very easily without any insight.

Till the last breath, see what the truth is, how it is, how it rises and how it goes. Have taken help without anyone without being influenced by some outside influence. Your own knowledge is illuminated like the sun. Wait for the same morning when the sun will be on its own and sit all night till the sun comes. In this night of ignorance, the eyelids of many are closed and the sun of supreme knowledge shines in those whose eyes are open.

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Naad Yoga and Characteristics of a Naad Yogi

By Mukund Dev Sahoo, Dhrupad exponent & Founder Dhrupad Music Foundation

“реР рдХрд╛рд░ рдирд╛рдж рд╕рдХрд▓ рд╢рдХреНрддрд┐, рдирд╛рдж-рдпреЛрдЧ рд╕рд╛рдз рд╣реЛрд╡реЗ рдореБрдХреНрддрд┐..| рдирд╛рдж-рд╢реНрд░реБрддрд┐-рд╕реНрд╡рд░ рд╕рд╛рдзреБ рд╕рд╛рдзреЗ, рджреЗрд╡-рдирд░-рдирд╛рд░реА рд╕рдХрд▓ рд╢рд╛рдВрддрд┐”||

The essence of the entire creation is intricately woven with an underlying vibration, resonating as the sacred sound of ‘Omkar,’ often referred to as ‘Naad Brahma’ in ancient scriptures. This divine resonance, when explored through the practice of Naad Yoga, unveils the profound connection between oneself and the universal vibration, offering a transformative experience of inner harmony and liberation.

Through the pursuit of Naad Yoga, individuals can traverse the realms of ‘Naad,’ encompassing the melodic nuances of ‘Shruti’ and the harmonious expressions of ‘Swar.’ This sacred journey leads practitioners, be they divine, human, or feminine, towards a state of complete tranquility and peace. It is a journey that encapsulates the spiritual essence of the self and the cosmos, resonating with the harmonious balance found in the divine and human aspects of existence.


“рдирд╛рджреЛрдкрдпреЛрдЧрд┐рддреНрд╡рд╛ рдиреНрдорд╛рдиреБрд╖рдг рджреЗрд╣рдореБрдЪреНрдпрддреЗ” ||резрен||

~Pandit Sarangadev

In the 13th century, Pandit Sarangdev, the esteemed musicologist, articulated in the chapter on the order of creation in Sangeet Ratnakar that the human body, within this vast creation, possesses the unique ability to experience every fluctuation of frequency and transform it into music. Our bodies are bestowed upon us to perceive the Naad Brahma, the divine and sacred sounds.

This body, crafted from the Pancha Bhoota (five elements of nature), embodies an inherent instability in vibration. When we endeavor to engage with these fluctuating vibrations with serenity, we can sense the essence of life’s energy within us. Witnessing the form of life energy within our soul opens the gateway to liberation, freeing us from all sorrow and pain. The merging with the infinite vibration is termed Nada Yoga.

If the aim of sadhana is to explore the energies of life and tread the path of liberation, the foremost step is to seek a Satguru well-versed in the authentic methods of Naad Yoga, leading a yogic way of life. Despite the abundance of musicians in Indian classical music, it is crucial to discern who truly embodies the role of a Satguru. Unfortunately, contemporary examples highlight instances where individuals who engage in violent activities teach Nada Yoga. Such practitioners can only impart teachings that forcefully grapple with the essence of pure sound.

In essence, a genuine Naad Yogi or Satguru is one who remains detached from all worldly pleasures. Here, I would like to highlight some significant characteristics of a Satguru or Naad Yogi.


Characteristics of a Naad Yogi:

1. Those who walk well on the path of religion and have complete knowledge of the ultimate truth of religion.

2. One who is completely free from lust, anger, greed and violence.

3. One who is completely restrained in speech, action and self-righteousness.

4. One who sees only God in music practice, aspires to experience God.

5. One who sees everyone with equanimity, beyond falsehood, deceit and shows the path of knowledge with equal respect.

6. One who does not have enmity with anyone and does not criticize anyone and who never talks in vain.

7. Whose mind is completely calm, never becomes promiscuous, no matter how difficult times may be.

8. Those who have loving kindness, get along with everyone with humility and gratitude.

9. Those who are in Samadhi in the sound of Pure-Naad, And have a good knowledge of the variations and variability of frequencies.

10. One who is only interested in Naad sadhna beyond honor, respect etc.

11. One who grants mercy, forgiveness and best wishes for every creature of nature.

12. One who knows very well the way to enter wisdom from Samadhi through Naad Yoga.

13. One who is completely restrained from diet, sleep and sex.

14. A True master (Sadguru) is one who respects every devotee and disciple as his son or daughter, father or mother.

15. One who experiences divine power from every particle of the sound of nature and worships Naad Brahma with unwavering devotion, love and faith.

In our contemporary society, we all seek a guide who can illuminate the path of righteousness, leading us to experience the divine amidst life’s journey. Often, we encounter individuals who, with sweet words, try to bring us joy, and we may inadvertently accept them as spiritual guides. If you aspire to explore the profound power of music, it’s crucial to remain vigilant and discerning. Look for these characteristics in a Sadguru, then embrace them as your mentor. Through dedicated practice, devotion, unwavering faith, and humble gratitude toward the Guru, your life’s journey will unfold with happiness and prosperity.

If the objective of your spiritual practice is to tap into the life energies and embark on the path of liberation, it is imperative to find a Satguru well-versed in the authentic methods of Naad Yoga, living a life akin to that of a yogi. Despite the abundance of musicians in Indian classical music, it is essential to discern who truly embodies the role of a Satguru. Regrettably, there are instances where individuals engaged in violent activities teach Nada Yoga. Such practitioners can only impart teachings that grapple violently with the essence of pure sound.

In essence, a genuine Naad Yogi or Satguru is one who remains detached from all worldly pleasures. Here are some essential characteristics to help you identify a Satguru or Naad Yogi accurately.

~Mukund Dev, Dhrupad exponent, Composer, Lyricist, Writer & Poet

http://www.mukunddev.com / http://www.dhruoadmusicfoundation.com

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рмХрм▓рмо рморнБрмирнЗ рморнБрмБ рмжрм┐рм╢рнЗ,
рморнЛ рмирм╛рмо рмХрммрм┐рмдрм╛ рмнрм╛рммрм░рнБ-рмнрм╛рммрм┐рмдрм╛
рмХрммрм┐рмЩрнНрмХ рм╣рнГрмжрнЯрнЗ рморм┐рм╢рнЗред

рмврнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐

рморнБрмХрнБрмирнНрмж рмжрнЗрмм

рмпрнЗ рм░рм╛рмдрм┐ рми рмкрм╛рм╣рнБрмгрнБ рм▓рнЯрнЗ рммрмЬрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛
рмЪрнБрмбрм╝рм╛, рмЫрмдрнБрмЖ рм░рнЗ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рмЯрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛,
рмирнГрмдрнНрнЯрм░ рмдрм╛рм│рм░рнЗ рмирм┐рмдрм┐ рмирм╛рмЪрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛
рммрнЗрм▓рнЯ рм╣рнЛрмЗрм▓рнЗ рм╣рм╛рмдрнЗ рмкрм┐рмЯрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛ред
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рм╣рм┐рмБ рмЧрм▓рм╛….:(

рмжрнНрммрм┐-рмХрнЛрмарм╛ рмзрм╛рмирм░рнБ рмХрнЛрмарнЗ рм░рмЦрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛
рмжрнНрммрм┐-рмкрнНрм░рм╛рмгрнАрмЩрнНрмХрм░ рмЧрмк рм╢рнБрмгрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛,
рмЕрмЧрм░рнЗ рмЬрмгрм┐рмП рмкрмЫрм░рнЗ рмЬрмгрм┐рмП
рмирнЗрм▓рм╛рм╡рм╛рм▓рм╛ рмЖрм╕рм┐ рмкрм╛рмЦрнЗ рммрм╕рнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛ред
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рм╣рм┐рмБ рмЧрм▓рм╛….:(

рмдрм╛рм░ рм╢рммрмжрм░рнЗ рмЧрнНрм░рм╛рмо рмХрморнНрмкрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛
рмврм╝рнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐ рмкрм┐рмЯрм╛ рм▓рнЛрмХ рмирм╛рмо рмЧрнБрмБрмЬрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛,
рмЯрмВрмХрм╛ рмкрмЗрм╕рм╛рм░ рммрнЗрмкрм╛рм░ рми рмерм┐рм▓
рмЕрмжрм│рнЗ рммрмжрм│рнЗ рм╕рммрнБ рмЪрм╛рм▓рм┐рмерм┐рм▓рм╛ред
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рм╣рм┐рмБ рмЧрм▓рм╛….:(

рм╕рморнЯ рммрнНрнЯрм╕рнНрмдрмдрм╛ рмПрмдрнЗрммрм┐ рми рмерм┐рм▓рм╛
рмормирнБрм╖рнНрнЯрмдрм╛ рмжрнЗрм╣рнЗ рмкрнНрм░рм╛рмг рм╕рмВрмЪрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛,
рмормгрм┐рм╖ рм╕рмЩрнНрмЧрм░рнЗ рмормгрм┐рм╖рм░ рморнЗрм│
рмврм╝рнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐рм░ рм╕рмВрмЧрмдрнЗ рмирм┐рмдрм┐ рмЭрнБрморнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛ред
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рм╣рм┐рмБ рмЧрм▓рм╛….:(

рнЭрнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐рм░ рм╕рнБрмЖрмж рмЬрм┐рм╣рнНрн▒рм╛ рм▓рнЛрмнрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛
рм╣рнГрмжрнЯ рмдрнНрм░рнБрмкрнНрмдрм┐рм░ рмЧрнАрмд рмЧрм╛рмЙрмерм┐рм▓рм╛,
рнЭрнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐ рмХрнБрмЯрм╛ рммрм┐рм░рм┐,рмЪрм╛рмЙрм│,рмЧрм╣рморнЗ
рмкрм┐рмарм╛ рмУ рморм┐рмарм╛рм░рнЗ рмЧрнНрм░рм╛рмо рммрм╕рнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛ред
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рм╣рм┐рмБ рмЧрм▓рм╛….:(

рнЭрнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐ рмкрмЫ рм╡рм╛рм▓рм╛ рмирм┐рмжрнЗ рмЭрнБрмЩрнНрмХрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛
рмЖрмЧрм╡рм╛рм▓рм╛ рм╣рм╛рмдрнЗ рмжрм╛рмирм╛ рмЯрнБрмЩрнНрмХрнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛,
рмормгрм┐рм╖ рмормгрм┐рм╖ рммрм┐рммрм╛рмж рми рмерм┐рм▓
рмврм╝рнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐рм░ рм╕рнБрмЕрм░рнЗ рмЬрмЧ рмнрм╕рнБрмерм┐рм▓рм╛ред
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рм╣рм┐рмБ рмЧрм▓рм╛….:(

рморм╛рмЯрм┐рм░ рмормгрм┐рм╖ рмзрнГрмд-рмЪрм╛рм▓рм╛рмХ рмирмерм┐рм▓рм╛
рмЙрмжрм╛рм░ рмЪрм┐рмдрнНрмдрм░рнЗ рмЙрмжрм╛рм░рм┐рмЖ рмерм┐рм▓рм╛,
рм░рм╛рмЧ, рмжрнНрммрнЗрм╢, рм╣рм┐рмВрм╕рм╛ рмпрнЗрмдрнЗ рм░рм╣рм┐рм▓рнЗрммрм┐
рмврм╝рнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐рм░ рм╢рммрмж рм╕рмормдрнНрн▒рм░рнЗ рмерм┐рм▓рм╛ред
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рм╣рм┐рмБ рмЧрм▓рм╛….:(

рмкрм┐рм▓рм╛рмжрм┐рми рморнЛрм░ рмЧрнНрм░рм╛рморм░рнЗ рмХрмЯрм┐рм▓рм╛
рмирнЯрмирнЗ рмврм╝рнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐рм░ рм░рнВрмк рмЙрмнрм░рм┐рм▓рм╛,
рмХрнЗрмдрнЗрмерм░ рморм╛ рмзрм╛рми рмХрнЛрмарм╛ рм╕рм╣
рнЭрнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐ рмХрнБрмЯрм┐рммрм╛рмХрнБ рмормдрнЗ рмирнЗрмЙрмерм┐рм▓рм╛ред
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рм╣рм┐рмБ рмЧрм▓рм╛….:(

рмврм╝рнАрмЩрнНрмХрм┐рм░ рмХрм╛рмармХрнБ рмЙрмИ рмЦрм╛рмЗрмЧрм▓рм╛
рмпрм╛рм╣рм╛ рммрмВрмЪрм┐рмерм┐рм▓рм╛ рмЬрм╛рм│рнЗрмгрм┐ рм╕рм╛рмЬрм┐рм▓рм╛,
рморнЗрм╕рм┐рми рмпрнБрмЧрм░рнЗ рморнЗрм╕рм┐рми рмормгрм┐рм╖
рморнЗрм╕рм┐рмирм┐ рм╕рм╛рмЩрнНрмЧрм░рнЗ рм╕рмВрм╕рм╛рм░ рмдрнЛрм│рм┐рм▓рм╛ред
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛ рмжрм┐рми рмХрм╛рм╣рм┐рмБ рмЧрм▓рм╛….:(
рмЖрм╣рм╛рмГ рм╕рнЗ рмХрм░рнБрмгрм╛…:(((

рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБрм░ рмЪрнЬрмХ

рморнБрмХрнБрмирнНрмж рмжрнЗрмм

рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБрм░ рмЪрнЬрмХ рмЪрмормХ рмжрнЗрм▓рм╛рмгрм┐
рмХрм╛рм│-рмЧрм░рнНрмнрнЗ рмЙрмарм┐ рмЙрмЬрм╛рмгрм┐,
рмЕрмирнНрмдрм░-рмирнЗрмдрм░ рморнБрмжрм┐рмд рм╣рнЛрмЗрмЫрм┐
рммрм╣рм┐рм░рнН рмжрнГрм╢рнЗ рмЖрмдрнНрмо-рмЬрнАрммрмирнАред
рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБрм░ рмЪрнЬрмХтАж

рмЬрмирнНрмо рмкрм░рнЗ рмЬрмирнНрмо рмкрнАрмбрм╝рм┐рмд рмЕрмдрнГрмкрнНрмд
рмЬрнАрмм-рмЪрмХрнНрм░рнБ рморнБрмХрнНрмд рм╣рнЗрмЙрмирм┐,
рмЕрмирнНрмд-рм╣рмирнНрмдрм╕рмирнНрмд рмжрнБрмГрмЦ рморм░рнБ-рмкрнНрм░рм╛рмирнНрмдрнЗ
рмнрнНрм░рморм░рнЗ рмнрнНрм░рморнБрмЫрм┐ рмирм┐рм░рнНрмЧрнБрмгрм┐ред
рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБрм░ рмЪрнЬрмХтАж.

рмзрм░рнНрмо-рмЧрнБрмг-рмХрм░рнНрмо рмЖрм╕рм┐рмерм┐рм▓рнЗ рмШрнЗрмирм┐ 
рм╢рнИрм╢рммрм░рнЗ рмерм┐рм▓рм╛ рмормгрм┐,
рмХрм┐рм╢рнЛрм░ рмжрнЗрм╣рм░рнЗ рм╢рмХрнНрмдрм┐ рмЕрм╣рмВрмХрм╛рм░рнЗ
рмЕрмзрм░рнНрморм░рнЗ рм╣рнЗрм▓рнЗ рмЕрмЬрнНрмЮрм╛рмирнАред
рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБрм░ рмЪрнЬрмХтАж.

рмХрнЗрмдрнЗ рмжрм┐рммрм╛-рмирм┐рм╢рм┐ рмжрм┐рмЕрмЗ рмЧрмбрм╝рмгрм┐
рмЬрмкрм┐ рмЬрмкрм┐ рморнБрмХрнНрмдрм┐ рмХрм╛рм╣рм╛рмгрнА,
рморнБрмХрнНрмдрм┐-рмзрнНрм╡рмирм┐ рмХрм░рнНрмгрнНрмг рмжрнНрн▒рм╛рм░рмарнБрмБ рмжрнБрм░рм░рнЗ
рморм╛рнЯрм╛рм░рнЗ рмЭрнБрморнБрмЫрм┐ рмЕрмзрнНрнЯрм╛рмирнАред
рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБрм░ рмЪрнЬрмХтАж.

рмЧрмдрм┐-рмормдрм┐-рмирм┐рмдрнНрнЯрнЗ рмзрм░рм┐ рм░рмЦрм┐рммрм╛рм░
рмЫрм╛рмбрм┐рммрм╛ рмХрмг рм╢рм┐рмЦрм┐рмирм┐,
рм▓рнЛрмн,рмХрнНрм░рнЛрмз,рмХрм╛рмо рмЕрмирмирнНрмд рм╕рнБрмЕрм░рнЗ
рмЬрмирнНрмо-рмЬрм╛рмдрмХрм░ рмЬрнАрммрмирнАред
рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБрм░ рмЪрнЬрмХ рмЪрмормХ рмжрнЗрм▓рм╛рмгрм┐
рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБрм░ рмЪрнЬрмХ рмЪрмормХ рмжрнЗрм▓рм╛рмгрм┐..

рморнБрмБ рмХрммрм┐ рмирнБрм╣рмБ

рморнБрмХрнБрмирнНрмж рмжрнЗрмм

рм╕рм╛рм╣рм┐рмдрнНрнЯрм░ рмХрнНрм▓рм┐рм╖рнНрмЯ рмнрм╛рм╖рм╛-рмнрм╛рм╖рм╛рмирнНрмдрм░
рм╕рмВрмЧрнНрм░рм╣ рмирм╣рм┐рмБ рморнЛ рмЪрм┐рмдрнНрмдрм░рнЗ,
рм╕рм░рм│-рм╢рммрмж рмЕрмирнБрмнрмм рмЧрм╛рнЯрнЗ
рм▓рнЗрмЦрм┐рмпрм╛рмП рм╣рм╕рнНрмд-рморнБрмирм┐рм░рнЗред

рмЬрнАрммрми рмЫрмирнНрмжрм░рнЗ рмкрмжрнНрнЯ рмЫрмирнНрмжрм┐рмЕрмЫрм┐
рммрм╣рнЗ рм▓рнЯ-рмдрм╛рм│-рм╕рнНрн▒рм░рм░рнЗ,
рмЪрм╛рм░рм┐-рморм╛рмдрнНрм░рм╛-рмЫрмирнНрмжрнЗ рмЪрм╛рм░рм┐-рмзрм╛рмо-рмШрнБрморнЗ
рмЕрмирнБрмнрммрм┐ рмЧрм╛рнЯрнЗ рмЕрмирнНрмдрм░рнЗред
рм▓рнЗрмЦрм┐рмпрм╛рмП рм╣рм╕рнНрмд-рморнБрмирм┐рм░рнЗтАж.!!

рмХрммрм┐ рмирнБрм╣рмБ рморнБрмБ рмпрнЗ рморнБрмХрнНрмдрмЫрммрм┐ рмЯрм┐рмП
рмнрм╛рм╕рморм╛рми рммрнЗрм│рм╛-рмнрнБрмЗрмБрм░рнЗ,
рм╢рммрнНрмжрм░ рм╕рнБрмЕрм░рнЗ рмХрнВрм│ рмЦрмЬрнБрмЕрмЫрм┐
рмЕрмерм│ рм╕рморнБрмжрнНрм░ рмЧрмнрм┐рм░рнЗред
рм▓рнЗрмЦрм┐рмпрм╛рмП рм╣рм╕рнНрмд-рморнБрмирм┐рм░рнЗтАж..!!

рморнБрмБ рмПрмХрм╛ рмнрм╕рнБрмирм┐ рм╕рмВрм╕рм╛рм░ рмнрм╛рм╕рнБрмЫрм┐
рмжрнЗрмЦрнБрмЫрм┐ рмЕрмирнНрмдрм░ рмирнЗрмдрнНрм░рм░рнЗ,
рммрм┐рммрнЗрмХ рмжрнЗрмЦрм┐рм▓рм╛ рмЕрмирнБрмнрмм рмХрм▓рм╛
рм╢рммрнНрмж-рмЬрмирнНрморм┐рм▓рм╛ рморнЛ рмкрм╛рмдрнНрм░рм░рнЗред
рм▓рнЗрмЦрм┐рмпрм╛рмП рм╣рм╕рнНрмд-рморнБрмирм┐рм░рнЗтАж..!!

рмЬрнАрммрми рмЫрммрм┐ рмпрнЗ рмХрм┐рмП рмЖрмЩрнНрмХрм┐рмЫрмирнНрмдрм┐
рмЦрнЛрмЬрм┐рммрнБрм▓рнЗ рморнБрмБ рмирм┐рмдрнНрнЯрм░рнЗ,
рмХрнЗрммрнЗ рмЖрм╕рнБрмЫрмирнНрмдрм┐ рм╢рнВрмирнНрнЯрнЗ рмжрм┐рм╢рнБрмЫрмирнНрмдрм┐
рмЙрмнрнЗрмЗ рмпрм╛рмЖрмирнНрмдрм┐ рморнЛ рмнрм┐рмдрм░рнЗред
рм▓рнЗрмЦрм┐рмпрм╛рмП рм╣рм╕рнНрмд-рморнБрмирм┐рм░рнЗтАж..!!

рмЕрмнрм╛рмм рмнрм┐рмдрм░рнЗ рмХрнЗрмдрнЗ рмХрнЗрмдрнЗ рмнрм╛рмм
рмкрм╢рм┐рм▓рм╛рмгрм┐ рм╕рнНрн▒рмнрм╛рммрм░рнЗ,
рмЕрмирнНрмдрм░рнЗ рмЕрмирмирнНрмд рмкрнНрм░рм╢рнНрмирм░ рмЬрнБрмЖрмгрм┐
рммрм╣рнБрмЫрм┐ рм╣рнГрмжрнЯ-рмЧрмЩрнНрмЧрм╛рм░рнЗред
рм▓рнЗрмЦрм┐рмпрм╛рмП рм╣рм╕рнНрмд-рморнБрмирм┐рм░рнЗтАж..!!

рмХрммрм┐рм░ рмХрнГрмдрм┐рмдрнНрн▒ рмнрм╛рм╖рм╛ рмЪрмдрнБрм░рм┐рм░рнЗ
рморнЛ рмкрмж рмирм╣рм┐рмБ рм╕рнЗ рморм╛рм░рнНрмЧрм░рнЗ,
рм╕рнБ-рмкрме рмЦрм┐рмЬрнБрмЫрм┐ рммрм┐-рмкрме рмЬрмЧрнБрмЫрм┐
рморми рмЬрмЧрм┐ рморми-рмпрнЛрмЧрм░рнЗред
рм▓рнЗрмЦрм┐рмпрм╛рмП рм╣рм╕рнНрмд-рморнБрмирм┐рм░рнЗтАж..!!

“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐

~рморнБрмХрнБрмирнНрмж рмжрнЗрмм

“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рм╣рм┐рмВрм╕рм╛рм░рнЗ,
рмкрм░рм╛-рмнрм╛рмм рмкрм░рм╛-рмЕрм░рнНрмерм░рнЗ,
рмкрм░ рмЖрмкрмгрм╛рм░ рммрм┐рмЪрм╛рм░ рмХрм░рм┐ рморнБрмБ
рмирм┐рмЬрнЗ рмЬрм│рнЗ рмирм┐рмЬ рмХрнГрмдрнНрнЯрм░рнЗред

“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рмХрнНрм░рнЛрмзрм░рнЗ,
рмЗрмЪрнНрмЫрм╛ рмХрм╛рмормирм╛рм░ рмЬрнНрммрм╛рм│рм╛рм░рнЗ,
рмкрнВрм░рмг рм╣рнЗрмЙрмирм┐ рмпрм╛рм╣рм╛ рморнБрмБ рмЪрм╛рм╣рнБрмБрмЫрм┐
рмжрнЗрм╣-рморми рмЬрм│рнЗ рмжрнНрммрнЗрм╖рм░рнЗред

“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рмкрм░ рмЪрм░рнНрмЪрнНрмЪрм╛рм░рнЗ,
рморнЛ рмарнБрмБ рмЙрм░рнНрмжрнНрмзрм░рнЗ рмХрнЗрм╣рм┐ рмпрмжрм┐ рмзрм░рнЗ
рмдрм╛рм░ рмирм┐рморнНрмирмЧрм╛рморнА рммрм┐рмЪрм╛рм░рнЗ,
рмЬрм│рм┐ рморм╛рм░рнБрмерм╛рмП рмЕрмирнНрмдрм░рнЗред

“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рм▓рнЛрмнрм░рнЗ,
рмпрнЗрмдрм┐рмХрм┐ рмЕрмЫрм┐ рморнЛ рмкрм╛рмЦрм░рнЗ
рм▓рм╛рмЧрм┐рмкрнЬрнЗ рмЖрмЙ рмарм╛рммрм░рнЗ
рмЬрм┐рм╣рнНрн▒рм╛рм░ рм▓рм╛рм│рм╕рм╛ рмормирм░ рмнрнЛрмХрм░рнЗ,
рмЬрм│рнЗ рмЕрм╕рмирнНрмдрнЛрм╖ рмирм┐рмЖрмБрм░рнЗред

“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рмкрнНрм░рмдрм┐рм╖рнНрмарм╛ рмЖрм│рм░рнЗ,
рм╕рнБрмирм╛рмо рмкрм╛рмИрмБ рморнБрмБ рмХрм░рнНрмо рмХрм░рм┐рмЪрм╛рм▓рнЗ
рмкрнНрм░рморм╛рмг рмЭрнБрм▓рнЗ рморнЛ рмЧрнГрм╣рм░рнЗ,
рмЕрм╣рмВрмХрм╛рм░рнЗ рмЬрм│рм┐ рморм░рнЗред

“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рморм╛рнЯрм╛рм░рнЗ
рмкрм░ рмХрм╛рнЯрм╛рм░рнЗ
рмкрм░-рмирм╛рм░рнА рмкрм░-рмкрнБрм░рнБрм╖ рмжрнЗрмЦрм┐рм▓рнЗ
рмХрм╛рмормирм╛ рм░рм╛рмЬрнНрнЯрнЗ рморнБрмБ рммрм┐рмЪрм░рнЗ,
рморм╛рнЯрм╛рм░ рмЕрмЧрнНрмирм┐рм░рнЗ рмЙрмдрнНрмдрмкрнНрмд рмкрм┐рмгрнНрмбрм░рнЗ
рмЬрм│рм┐ рморм░рнЗ рммрнНрнЯрмнрм┐рмЪрм╛рм░рнЗред

“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рмЕрмзрм░рнНрмо рмирм┐рмЖрмБрм░рнЗ,
рмзрм░рнНрмо рмзрм░рнНрмо рм╣рнЛрмЗ рморм░рнЗ рмЬрнАрммрмжрнЗрм╣рм┐
рмЬрм╛рмдрм┐ рмнрнЗрмж рмирм┐рм░рнНрмгрнНрмгрнЯрм░рнЗ,
рмормгрм┐рм╖ рмзрм░рнНрмормЯрм┐ рмормгрм┐рм╖ рмнрнБрм▓рм┐рмЫрм┐
рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБ рмзрм░рнНрморнБ рмЕрмкрм╕рм░рнЗред

рмЬрм│рм┐ рмЬрм│рм┐ рмпрнЗрммрнЗ рм╢рм░рнАрм░ рми рмерм┐рмм
рмЪрм┐рмдрм╛ рмЬрм│рнБрмерм┐рмм рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБ рм╢рнЗрмпрм░рнЗ,
рм╕рммрнБ рмкрм╛рм╕рм░рм┐рммрнЗ рм╕рммрнБ рмнрнБрм▓рм┐рмЬрм┐рммрнЗ
рмпрм╛ рмкрм╛рмИрмБ рмЪрм┐рмирнНрмдрнБрмЫрм┐ рмирм┐рмдрнНрнЯрм░рнЗред

рмХрм╛рм│ рммрнЗрм│ рмПрмЗ рмЧрнЬрм┐ рмЧрнЬрм┐ рмпрм╛рмП
рмзрм░рнНрморм░ рм╕рнБрм░рмЬ рмЙрмИрмБ рмЙрмИрмБ рмпрм╛рмП,
рмЬрнАрммрми рм╕рмХрм╛рм│ рморнГрмдрнНрнЯрнБрм░ рм╕рмВрмЬрм░рнЗ
рм╕рммрнБ рмЬрнНрммрм╛рм│рм╛ рм▓рм┐рмнрнЗ рмЕрмирнНрмзрмХрм╛рм░рнЗред

“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рмХрнЗрмЙрмБ рмЬрнНрммрм╛рм│рм╛рм░рнЗ ?
рмирм┐рмЬрмХрнБ рмирм┐рмЬрнЗ рм╣рм┐рмБ рмкрмЪрм╛рм░рнЗ,
рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рмПрмдрнЗ рморнБрмБ рмЧрмнрм┐рм░рнЗ
рмжрнГрм╖рнНрмЯрм┐ рми рмкрм╛рмЙрмЫрм┐ рмЕрмирнНрмдрм░рнЗ
рмЖрмдрнНрморм╛рмЯрм┐ рмЬрнАрммрм┐рмд рмПрммрнЗрммрм┐ рмЬрм│рм┐рмирм┐
рмЫрнБрмкрм┐рмЕрмЫрм┐ рмЕрмжрнГрм╢рнНрнЯрм░рнЗред

рмЬрнНрммрм│рмирнНрмд рмЬрнБрмЗрм░рнЗ рм╣рм╛рмд рммрм╛рмЬрм┐рмЧрм▓рнЗ
рмжрнЗрм╣ рморми рмерм░рнЗ рмнрнЯрм░рнЗ,
рмнрм┐рмдрм░рнЗ рмпрнЗ рмЬрнБрмЗ рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рмирм┐рмЗрмдрм┐
рмзрнНрнЯрм╛рмирнЗ рмжрнЗрмЦ рмирнАрм░рммрм░рнЗред
“рморнБрмБ” рмЬрм│рнБрмЫрм┐ рмХрнЗрмЙрмБ рмЬрнНрммрм╛рм│рм╛ рм░рнЗ….

“I” AM BURNING

“I” am burning with violence,
with the sense of alienation and the wealth of others,
with the feeling of alienation and my own,
I am burning in my own actions.

“I” am burning with anger,
my body and mind are burning with hatred because of the non-fulfillment of my desire.

“I” am burning in the discussion of others, If someone is rising above me, then I have been thinking for his lower, And I burn with my inner fire.

“I” am burning with greed,
Not satisfied with what I have,
I am looking for more,
burning with the fire of dissatisfaction with the longing of the tongue and the hunger of the mind.

“I” do my work with a desire to get a good reputation and satisfy my ego and I have kept the certificate of good fortune hanging in my physical house.
And I am burning with ego.

“I” am burning with Maya and seeing other women and men from the bodies of others,
I burn with the flame of desire.
By burning my body with the fire of Maya,
I am burning with adultery.

“I” am burning with the fire of religion,
due to the difference of religion,
I divided man into human beings and forgot that death is the last religion.

When the body will no longer be burnt,
when I sleep on the bed of death by the fire of the pyre,
then all will be forgotten for whom I always worry.

The wheel of time goes on turning,
the sun of righteousness comes and goes, in the morning of life,
in the evening of death, all the flames will disappear into darkness.

What flame am I burning?
Let me see once from my own intuition,
“I” am burning so much from inside that my sight is not reaching there but the soul is still not burnt which is invisible from me.

When the hand is involved in the burning fire, then the whole body and mind trembles,
to see the fire which is burning from inside,
it needs silent and constant meditation.
Then you will know in which flame I am burning.