Arjuna 05 - Journey From Samsara To Nirvana - Path. Arjuna, Arjun Kochhar is an artist, painter, poet, writer, dhrupad vocalist and zen practitioner based in New Delhi India.

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Journey from Samsara to Nirvana

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THE CLIMB TO PEACE



	MIND MAPS These are maps of the human being. The faces are the physical body, outside is the physical world. Inside is the energy/astral body which is connected to the breath. The energy body is the interface between the mind and the physical body. Then come the 5 sense minds, the intellectual mind, the ego shown as I, the causal body which is the storehouse of karma. Then comes the source of the universe or god. Meditation purifies the mind, yoga and other breath practices purify the energy body. When these are pure and clear the light of the source shines through and this is nirvana. When these are impure and have lots of movement and content, the light is blocked out and this is samsara. Therefore, samsara and nirvana are states of mind.



	THE SUNRISE The traveler has come alive again Looking out from glistening eyes The sky is iridescent blue The music bes and bops The pasta was good I now belong to god Intertwined I sleep with the vast endless universe Encrusted melded with joy Insight, wonder and pain All at once Oh! To be alive Leave behind everything So you may be free Free to embrace everything fully What you hold you lose What you let go is yours Holding onto nothing My heart is clear and free My step is like a balloon rising I fear nothing I no longer hold onto clarity Familiar with power I let it go My eyes powerful like black holes My heart like a deep ocean Rises and ebbs Sometimes joy, sometimes pain Like the sky changing colors Dark here, bright there Glowing now, raining then But where I dwell, Its all ok I enlist in a crusade To fly through the air To hold those sufferers Who are blind and deaf I am still learning to fly Each day I fly a little higher Like a falcon circling High high up in the sky A mere speck To the daily commuter Almost non existent In the rush hour traffic Then with a fell swoop I descend Plunging into the ocean I grasp a fish in my beak And bring it to the hungry man Sitting on the street at night Shivering in the cooling shades of The autumn breeze. The immaculate ones Once said to me Oh! the foolish ones, Alas! see how they trade, Diamonds for dust, The body of the buddhas, For the trivial pleasures Of the world. If only they could see What they are missing.