Epilogue of the book

In today’s world, human life is slowly getting monotonous and redundant. At a single glance at humanity, we feel that the individual is moving away from his roots, from his existence and from the truth that binds his very body together. In his haste to endlessly achieve materialistically, the individual is somewhat forgetting his loftier purpose of communion with God. This undertaking is a humble yet cautioning reminder to the individual to go seek out the real and everlasting treasure, the procuring of which, shall yield him immeasurable bliss and infinite peace. Only through relentless and continuous self-interrogation and devotion to the One, can anybody achieve this. Therefore today embark on a journey to rediscover yourself, to know yourself and to live in perfect harmony with yourself and with others. Today set out on a journey to realize the final expression of undefined divinity that we call God. The One that resides in all of us and yet the One who we all seldom find within. Today let’s make a pledge to fulfill our divine motive as we live through our daily lives…

May God and Guru help us All…

Poem-- The Mask

People in this world have a general tendency to act out and showcase an image that completely differs from their true existence. Though it is advisable to a certain extent, the problems arise when people get attached to these self-projections and forget who they truly are. This s the underlying principal that the poet stresses on in the following verses. In this treacherous and wretched world, it is often necessary to wear a mask to achieve certain ends. But in the eagerness to put on a dazzling skit, he must not lose track of what he truly is. After trying endlessly to get people to believe in the myth, the individual himself starts to believe in it, and ends up being just a farce. Finally at some point the illusions that he has created for himself break under the overwhelming burden of truth and he suffers further the agony of realization and defeat. Thus the poet urges the individual to always be in sync with reality and save himself this otherwise inescapable cycle of misery.

The Mask
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In the world of illusions,
Everybody is busy with or without any task,
Just putting on a mask,
as life ends up being just a farce.

The scenes play out on the greatest stage,
as we walk through life's crowded lanes.
We hasten to complete the unfinished tasks,
ever in life , we put on many masks.

As we enjoy the world of illusions,
an illusion itself we end up being,
Endlessly we sift through many delusions,
from reality we end up constantly fleeing.

Its fear that strikes us, lest the mask fall,
and our true face be revealed to all,
So endlessly we strive to preserve the illusion,
in the end ourselves we loose in its delusion.

As we travel far on the roads of life,
we ever put on a different face,
With time the lines now blur and blend,
as our once true face the masks replace

In the confusion and chaos of life thus,
we finally loose trace of what we are,
Pretensions are the only thing left to us,
our lives are nothing but a lively farce.

So heed my words, though they may scar,
accept yourself the way you are.
Sometimes the world may need a mask,
but shed it after you finish the task.

So listen up now, I will be precise
Discard forever the false pretensions,
Take a look at your self, you will realize
that reality differs much from your perception.

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Ajinkya Mate

Poem-- Emotions

The poet in the following lines metaphorically equates emotions with the waves of the Ocean. Emotions in our life hold the highest regard. We are always intent on giving our emotions undue importance and consequently the results reflect in the way we react to different situations. In our lives, we think that emotions are of utmost importance, and in that same delusion, we fail to regard any situation dispassionately and appropriately. Our emotions ever cloud our better, impartial judgment. Thus we go on living life on basis of recurrent whims. The poet here exhorts the individual to understand that his emotions are not all that there is to himself, and that he must learn to understand them and thus be above them. For emotions are often equated with fools, who end up being someone else's tools...

Emotions
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Oceans have relation with earth
as emotions have with life
Oceans ebb with the tide and
Emotions swell with the tide.

There was once a time, the world thought,
there was no land beyond the seas,
But to this day we are all distraught,
as forever we go on emotional sprees

Emotions are nothing but a momentary surge,
tender, passionate or dark they may be,
Emotions are winds that take you on the verge,
as you sail endlessly on the dangerous seas.

We hold them highest in life's fraction
emotions ever dictate our line of action,
Forever are we scarred by our resulting acts,
its time to dispassionately regard the facts.

As we run through the paces of life,
as we struggle to overcome the tides of fate,
The emotions swell to dizzying heights
as they make us increasingly irate.

So cognize them for what they are,
nothing more than a momentary surge,
Let them not leave you with lifelong scars
so be ever balanced, I rightly urge.

The time is now to make a pact,
as you bravely sail over the torrential oceans
Before you set out for the divine abstract,
realize that life still lies beyond emotions

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Ajinkya Mate

Poem-- The Pendulum

Man in this world seldom lives in the present. Ever our thoughts stray to the past or the future. We visualize great dreams as we think of that which, as of yet, has not come to pass. Similarly we also think of the past, and the blows that time dealt us. Ever we wallow in old memories relishing or despising them as per our convenience. We never let go of the past or the future. In this paradox, the time that we live in, the only moment in which we truly exist, our present, is lost to us. And consequently so is the future. Thus in the equation of life, Time itself is lost to us. Therefore the key to a truly blissful existence is to ever live in the present and not in the past or the future. The gist of the following poem can thus be conveyed in three simple lines...
Live in the Present, Don’t overlook the Past & Be mindful of the Future.

The Pendulum
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The Pendulum of Life swings left and right,
Past and Future with a slight curvature,
Amplitude proportional to attitude,
and the rapidness with thy nature

As we walk through life, day to day,
we ever think of what was, what could be,
Endlessly through thoughts we often stray,
just like a pendulum, we ever sway.

We hope for the future and we curse the past,
never ever being in the golden moment,
Ever we count what we gained and lost,
never ever enjoying the moment that just passed,

The past forever is lost to us,
the future is hidden behind a blur
The moment we live is only ours, thus
ever live in it, the essence of divine myrrh.

Forever we need to live in the present,
as its the only way to live forever,
Ourselves we must endlessly reinvent
as we get the gist of our lofty endeavor

The day the pendulum finally stops,
will be the day you move a step closer
realizing forever what you are,
and finally seek out the divine treasure.

The cosmic dream with its nuances fine,
will remain a mystery ever to you
Till the day, for you time itself sublimes.
then you will ever be fresh as the morning dew,
You the drunk, you the bottle, you the wine
As you ever rejoice in the essence divine.

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Ajinkya Mate

Poem-- Pond River Ocean

The poet in the following verses has tried to describe the different stages of spiritual development of the aspiring soul. The habits and tendencies of the individual are appropriately depicted as three water bodies through varied stages of progression. Most of us live their life like a pond, unmoving, murky and unchanging with no spark of brilliance within. But with the soul-awakening touch of the divine guru, subtle transformations take place in the life of the individual as his life force now starts to flow towards the infinite One. He then experiences unending and immeasurable bliss, which frankly cannot be equated with anything that he has experienced previously. Finally there comes a day when the almighty sends for him, and the soul and super soul are united in perfect harmony as the free-flowing river finally merges into the infinite blue Ocean of peaceful eternity.

Pond River Ocean
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Pond River Ocean,
Past Present Future,
Know thy nature,
To seek the treasure.

The path of life, has stages varied,
Pond River and Ocean, it's the way life goes,
The waters must flow ever unharried,
for at the very end, the divine light glows.

I recall the day, I was but a pond,
without a ripple over the murky surface,
For sweet release and freedom ever I longed
and for His everlasting embrace.

My prayer was granted, now I freely flowed,
ecstasy and bliss etched in my being,
Intuitively now I was endowed,
as I discovered for what I was living.

The ocean still lay miles beyond me,
though ever I thought of nothing more,
The bird ever resilient was not yet free,
I was many a mile form the golden shores.

The time was now, I rightly thought,
to meditate and ponder over ways bygone,
There was one lesson if ever life taught,
Know thy-self, from self be withdrawn.

The river freely flowed over mountains and plains
to me they all now seemed the same,
ever I was replenished by the occasional rains,
I knew for me, He had finally came.

The Pond was my past, the ocean my future,
forever now I shall be uncut and whole,
Ever rejoices now my golden soul,
as I finally sublime in him, my timeless goal.

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Ajinkya Mate

Poem-- The Meadow

The following poem describes very appropriately the condition of the devotee who has walked a certain distance on the path that leads to self-realization. The individual who has finally risen above the gross and mundane realms of the physical world and has now started to appreciate the nuances of the much finer and subtle astral world. The individual for whom one of the three veils as been lifted and thus he is able to perceive the light and truth clearer than ever. This poem also stresses that the devotee even though having undertaken a remarkable journey is still not at his destination... And the reason being that in the end there is no destination. What finally awaits him is limitless eternity.

The Meadow
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The Pastures, the hedge, and beyond the hedge
Beyond the hedge is the sledge,
Leading up to the divine cage.

The map of life is nothing but a meadow,
and we are the ones walking in it,
We take the pastures to be our abode,
ever putting on a handsome skit.

The pastures delight us endlessly,
still we look ever for something else,
Carelessly though we stroll through them,
the pastures lead on to some place else.

One day as I stroll'd beyond beck and call,
I caught a glimpse of an endless hedge,
The pastures were no endless world after all,
miles still lay beyond the ledge.

There came one day, the pastures felt dull,
I yearned to see the world beyond,
For me the hedge was a stepping stone,
to begin the journey that lay beyond.

I stood beyond, and gazed at the pastures,
empty and lifeless, now they were to me.
The beauty of the world till now unseen
was apparent, as I saw the cosmic dream.

I journeyed further, though I felt not weary,
The divine will now guiding my soul,
I left behind the things, I held so dearly,
the ultimate desire, filled my whole.

The golden sledge lead me through,
as I neared to exit the maze,
the bodily walls, I had outgrew
as steadily I approached the divine cage.

The journey was still not at an end
divine though this cage was,
in divinity forever I had to blend,
t'was the reason I had left the boughs.

I smiled and now rested a while,
silently viewing the cosmic dream
I have still to travel many a mile,
before I flow as one with the divine stream.


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Ajinkya Mate

Poem-- Beauty

Beauty.. This very single word brings into our mind a myriad of visuals. But through all of the impressions of beauty, none can define it. That’s what comprises the theme of this poem. Beauty is nothing but the truth behind the entire cosmic dream that we are all a part of. Beauty is nothing but the super soul or the cosmic consciousness that every devotee aspires to in deep meditation. Beauty is nothing but the cosmic will of His ideas that holds the entire cosmos together. Beauty is nothing but the divine truth that is superfluous and deathless.. That which has no beginning... that which can never end. Beauty is what resides in each and every one of us. Beauty is what we fail to see when we behold each and every one of us. Beauty is what we are made of, Beauty is wherein we shall die, and Beauty is wherein we shall live forever...

Beauty
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Beauty is the truth on the horizon of the dream,
it seems to increase endlessly,
Uncut, untouched yet perfectly defined,
beyond the horizons of the divided mind.

Endless and timeless, stretching forever,
its the pot of gold at the rainbow's end,
Disfigured impressions of it we are,
the shades of life, we have to transcend.

It fills the void, endlessly still,
till the void itself exists no more,
Its the thought that forever fills the time
and endlessly flows, shore to shore.

Its hard to define, though it is perfection,
a timeless virgin you have to be,
No words can touch its flawless projection
its only for the deserving to see.

It fills the entire cosmos and more,
its in the seas, its in the shores,
Timeless and deathless its a golden stream
we are but figments of it's endless dream,

It’s what constitutes all.
from the worthless shells, to the golden cores,
The prison walls at the end must fall,
from the physical halls through the astral doors

So sleep no more its time to awaken,
immortality flows through the divine nectar,
Follow the light as it endlessly gleams,
Beauty is the truth of the endless dream.

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Ajinkya Mate