constantely fixing the attention on the Heart

[Guest guest]

Visitor:

Sushupti (dreamless sleep) is so peaceful that one would

love to stay as long as possible in it, but cannot, why?

 

Bhagavan:

We are ever in sushupti. Becoming aware of it in jagrat

(waking state) is samadhi. The ajnani cannot remain long

in sushupti because his ego pushes him out of it.

The Jnani, although he has scotched the ego, it continues

to rise again and again due to prarabdha.

So, for both the Jnani and the ajnani the ego springs up,

but with this difference: whereas the Jnani's enjoys the

transcendental experience, keeping its lakshya (aim,

attention) always fixed on its source, that of the ajnani is

completely ignorant of it. The former is not harmful, being a

mere skeleton of its normal self, like a burnt up rope.

By constantely fixing its attention on the Source, the Heart,

the ego gets dissolved into it like a salt doll which has fallen

into the ocean.

 

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S.S. Cohen: Guru Ramana

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[Guest guest]

, "Gabriele Ebert" <g.ebert@g...> wrote:

 

 

"The Jnani, although he has scotched the ego, it continues

to rise again and again due to prarabdha." *

 

 

In this room there is nothing

of any value.

 

Sitting or standing

makes no difference, and

should one fall asleep

they will not dream.

 

If it all went up in flames,

it would be barely noticed.

 

If there rose a sudden notion

for a stroll down by the ocean

it would be nobody's business

all the way.

 

All who nod their chins now

wear the same shirt, even if

they're naked.

 

They may be in love, but

they know not with whom.

 

If the solar lights in the sky went dark

it might surprise the squirrels in the park

but few of them think twice about this room.

 

As the balloon fills with air,

it forgets all of its wrinkles.

When it explodes,

air returns to air.

 

If everything were obliterated,

from the leg of lamb

to the man in the moon,

from the giants to the angels,

would there be found

in the drain of a sink

the memory of a once-dear

wedding ring?

 

If there remained no trace of

either sages or fools,

"the secret of a drop of water

from which all has been formed

is still to be pondered over." **

 

 

 

* Sri Ramana

** Attar

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

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