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The Shiva Sutras
These are ink blots I made in 1967/68
for the "Shiva Sutras" / "Guru Gita".
The sutras came to me as a book called
"Centering" by Paul Reps and Lakshmanjoo.
which runs thus...
Let my doubts be cleared!
this experience may dawn between two breaths
After breath comes in
and just before turning up
breath turns from up to down|
as breath curves from down to up
- through these turns realise
at this moment
let mind, knowing, breath, form,
whenever inbreath and outbreath fuse,|
at this instant
touch the energyless energy-filled center
when breath is all out|
and stopped of itself
or all in and stopped -
in such universal pauses
one's small self vanishes.
in worldly activity,|
keep attentive between the two breaths,
and so practicing,
in a few days
be born anew
center on the two junctions of breath
and know the knower
let the mind be before thought
Let form fill with breath-essence
to the top of the head
and there shower as light
see all space as if already absorbed
in your own head in the brilliance
the universe is an empty shell
wherein your mind frolics infinitely.
the sound of your name|
and, through this sound
and gradual refinement
of the sound of any letter
yourself as pervading all directions|
near and far
your entire consciousness
the point of sleep|
when sleep has not yet come
and eternal wakefulness vanishes,
at this point being is revealed
being caressed, sweet princess,|
enter the caressing as everlasting life.
an easy position,|
gradually pervade an area between the armpits
into great peace.
waves come with water|
and flames with fire,
so the universal waves with us.
on the make-believe world
keep in the middle -
your passive form
to be an empty room with walls of skin -
ears by pressing|
and rectum by contracting,
enter the sound of sound
as you have the impulse to do something,|
on a bed or a seat,|
let yourself become weightless,
upon a bowl|
without seeing the sides
or the material.
In a few moments become aware.
(This is your own being
[as true as false]
and not an alien.
Thou art one focus,
on fire rising through your form|
from the toes up
until the body burns to ashes
but not you.
lotus-eyed one, sweet of touch.|
when singing, seeing, tasteing,
be aware you are
and discove the ever-living.
|to be continued|