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Book Preview - Sri Tripura Rahasya

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The rules for being human

These rules, I have been told, are handed down from ancient Sanskrit.

#1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period this time around.

#2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time, informal school called life. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid.

#3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial and error, experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately "works".

#4. A lesson is repeated until it is learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. Then you can go on to the next lesson.

#5. Learning lessons does not end. There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.

#6. "There" is no better than "here". When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that again, looks better than "here".

#7. Others are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.

#8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need; what you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
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#9. The answers lie inside you. The answers to life's questions lie inside you. All you need to do is look, listen and trust.



FIVE Simple Rules to be Happy

Free your heart from hatred.
Free your mind from worries.
Live simply.
Give more than expected.
Expect less.


I send you love

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Touched by the winds

Rare,counted moments.
Importants.
Opening Oneself to new worlds.
An unfeasible move on a climb.
So many times repeated.
The underground verticality of
an unexplored shaft.
So many times dreamed.
An inescapable carnaval.
So many times imagined.
The pennacle,inciting to dare.
To push Oneself toward Desire.
To commit in the Desire to push
back worlds.For the Happiness of
picking new Stars from Them,To
waver untill one`s Own Certainties are known,
And to learn never to give up on One`s Desire.
The limits of the vertical depend only upon Oneself.
For everyone,of whatever degree of experience and competence.
The possibility to make One`s Worlds go forward.
Opening Oneself to New Worlds.
To open Other Worlds to the Possibilities.
To open Other Worlds to the World possible.
...
To know to recognize.
To know.
To be born with.
The Ethernal Recognition of Seeing.
Memories before anything existed.
To feel close to.
To be in harmony with.
The moving sea of clouds.
The pulsation of the Cosmos in the Heart of Nights on the Montain.
The definitive torrent of bluish limestone.
The Authority of the Faces.
The excess of a Sky,
suddenly so dense,bellow the Horizon of Immense Summits.
To be born with (to know) the Splendor of All of Nature bigger than Oneself.
From the Sea as from the Horizon,
from Lands as from an Ocean.
To know (being born) in the Verticality of the Worlds.
The Place of Nature in Man.
On the ocean of moraine,
the tent is fat,glowing orange Worm.
I still don`t know if iT is the Cold.Or the Altitude.
That makes the Stars down there so Brilliant,so Precise.
But I could have touched the Milky Way,
simply by lifting my arm:):)):))
Everything was so perfectly Clear and Simple,that Night.
Sometimes long Silence gripped Everyone
And then a Few Worlds,so Resonant cut through the Landscape of Silence.
That Night,I still don`t know if It was the Cold,Or the Altitude.The Earth was really close to the Sky...
Invisible Doors...
Projecting Itself sometimes beyond known Boundaries,
into Images originating from Other Universes.
Going beyond the accepted Frame of Reference.
The acceptable Contours
the particular Grain of a Boulder.
The Flight of Perspective of Space and the Void.
The Vertigo of a Precise Move.The Mute Recognition of a Simple Gaze.
Chaotic and Violent Emergence of a Desire to Be.
Projecting Itself sometimes beyond Known Limits,
Unintentionally crossing the Sensitive Margins
which mark the Limits and which open Suddenly New Worlds.
We are Capable of Exploring Our Whole Universe.
And of endlessly Transfuguring It.
Other Suns :)):)
To set out.
To go toward.
To leave for.
Not just to watch others setting out.
To take Ones Own Turn to set out.
To leave for.
Not to stay.
To set out to sketch the Outline of New Worlds.
To give a Name to the Changing and the Unknown
And also to gather the Lost and the Distant
into the Fold of the Tangible and the Present.
To set out.
To go toward.
Toward Other Plural Suns.
To set out.
To go away.
To go forward to Worlds Whose Name the Mind does not know.
Hello Harmonia Mundi :)
Of a day like a symphony
Of a successful move as a perfect Agreement.
To step at last,and listen to the Worlds.
To think with Space In Front of You.
Of the Mysterious Energies of Sound.
A bass line felt in the breast bone.
The Quai-silence of a Cantata.
The voice of a Diva,filling the Universe.
Thunder of brass,avalanche of violins.
The electric riff that Unfuris Its Energy WithOut Limit.
To think with the Limitless Space of Music.
Almost closing the Eyes,fusing that Piece.
With Horizons of Africa,with the Dawn at High Altitude.
And Rediscovering the Harmony of the World where Everything was Linked.
Perfectly Linked.I was Careless.
You can sometimes Lose A Tiny Little Thing and get A Real Feeling of Loss...
For a second time I thought I was lucky:Full in Obsession of
Happiness.Unreal and Ethernal Happiness.
Sunk in bliss,my Mind was placid for A Time.
Under the Same Sky,Of a Single Blue World,like an Orange.
They grey floods of Big Storm Clouds.
Under the Same Sky.Sunrises of many Stars and Sunsets of Tired fire Dots floating through Tunnels of Colors.
They move and they mix into Each Others and make the Colors,
Beautiful Colors.
When the Whole of Space rolls Toward Tomorrow.
Promises?A Sky.The Heavens!
Meaning behind a Single Word?
At best ,It is a Means.And It will Never
really become That,Without the Knowledge
that Accompanies It.
:))
Another smiling face
Passing a border
Changing to another world.
Feeling is one`s deepest beeing.
The mark of a passige sometimes very simple.
sometimes radical and demanding.Change of scale,
new perspective.Changing to another world.When a universe opens up,long unsuspected in one`s deepest beeing.
The immense lightness of that instant.
Changing to another world,by doors of perception,
in one`s deepest beeing.
To percieve.To percieve the beauty of form and space.
The singular resonance of beauty.That of distance and the wind.
For oneself.In oneself.
When emptiness is surprised to mean fullness.
Proximity of forms,Conspiracy of space.
Echoes,resonances,extraordinary beauty of moments.
To perceive in oneself the immense richness of the world.
The song of the wind.
The presence of a color.
The sudden scent of the air.
And to let the Spirit ride on.
These new,unknows tracks.
Those of the beauty of worlds,crossed
by distance and by winds.
Under closed eyelids.
The hologram of a memory.
The special brilliance of everything in an instant.
To let an image live again.
To hear again the cruch of steps in walk.
the bite of the cold.
The fullness of the night.
To let an image live again.
The concentrated intense time of elsewhere.
And although a tousand miles from all that,
seek eyelids closed,the Image of an eminet Freedom.
I`m sunk in bliss again.
Lower the heat,a little.And suddenly burst out laughing.
At the foot of icefall
peacefull,and not at all afraid.
Lying stretched out in our tracks.
A sheep is watching us.
Mountains and high-altitude lands.
Forever unfolding,for each next generation
As for each espirant,new horizons.
The apprenticeship to their beauty is unique.
For All and for Each,The same Doors will open.
And return,endlessly.
The Force and the Silence.The Excess and the Fragility.
Each brings his own way to describe rare dimensions and unique moments.
To progress toward other worlds
Worlds vaster than the world.

 
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