Dear Afshin!

Thank you for sharing your experience. This is what came to me:

All kinds of states run through us from time to time. The mind wants us to believe its show and when we try to expose it, like making it go very slow in meditation or doing some type of inquiry, many strange things arise. Fear, thoughts of going in sane, something is basically wrong with me, whatever I do I will fail, not good enough. When we are on this journey home Life will do everything both to support us and also challenge us to force us to go deeper and not get stuck anywhere whatever happens. When, often quite unexpected, the mind stops our true nature is revealed. There is nothing there, just emptiness or silence as you like to call it. There is no one to be wrong or right. You can say that everything is right, just as it should be. No other alternative or option is possible. You just are what you are and this is completely satisfactory.

Many times I have experienced being confused, like losing my way when walking on some street in a big city. Feeling dislocated, out of place – but at the same time – the experience of being complete dominates. This confusion just happens and it is ok, nothing to worry about. It is not my concern. Like clouds just passing temporary hiding the sun.

Only the brave ones, those who trust, dare to ask for help. Saying “I just don’t know, please help me”. Admitting that my personal intelligence and abilities are limited, but I trust that Life is taking care of me – every moment. I am never out of Love, out of Trust. By being vulnerable I let Grace in. Life wants to support me in all ways; it only needs me to be ready to receive.

So what start as feeling being wrong could when approached with sincerity and honest desire to know the truth turns to feeling right. Life reveals itself, Grace opens the doors and we can receive help, seeing that we were always cared for. We were never out of Love.

Yes, by calling out from an open heart Grace cannot resist. I comes running, carrying us, overflowing us, filling us completely.

Love,
Satyananda

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My Dear Satyananda

My last message was so empty that I have to apologize for it. Well most of the times mind wants to do something on its own!

I don’t go to the details of my past week that let me to feel something is wrong however I would like to share these words with you;

Something is wrong

Last night, I was confused
 Nothing to do, nothing to say
 No one to talk to, nowhere to turn to
 But my pillow, but my bed
 Something is wrong, something is wrong!
 Then by chance I looked at your words,
 Too much for Mind!
I read that words, oh my God, that is, is wrong!
Too much for mind
Silence is all, Silence is love, Silence is pure
Silence is source, it is my source
Silence is light, it is my light
Silence is what I always searched for
My dear Sat you call it Truth, I call it Silence, it doesn’t matter
It doesn’t hurt, It doesn’t grab, It doesn’t want
It is there, real and potent
It is there, believe me
It is my love, it is in me, I don’t know
Too much for me, too much for mind
Too much for all minds
My dear love, my dear light, my real home
Something was wrong, I called my love
She answered me, I got in home
I am in home, I am in love, I am in light, I am in safe 

My dear Satyananda I offer you with my empty hands this love, for your pure love,
Afshin

Thank you Afshin for your translation of Rumi’s poem The awaked heart is like a lantern. I will start by put it to pieces and comment on it and then you can read the whole poem.

My heart, sit down with one who knows the heart
Sit under the tree that has fresh flowers

Follow your heart, trust, take your time, receive, share heart to heart. Sit with one you really trust, one who mirrors your true nature. Simply, your heart knows.

Don’t wander in this grocers market
Go to the shop that has sugar in it
If you don’t have the scale, you will be soon robbed by everyone
Those who make fake coins and you think it is a gold coin
They keep you waiting on their door, don’t wait there, their house has two doors!
Don’t go to any boiling pot with your bowl
Boiling pots has something else in them
Not every cane has sugar, not every below has above
Not every eye has sight, not every sea has pearl

Use your discrimination. Everything that glitters is not gold. Go where the Truth is, where the sugar is, where you get true nourishment. Don’t believe what others say, you have been fooled and cheated before. Use your common sense and intelligence. Be careful to check people and things out. Dare to question until you are satisfied. People say this and that, as I read in The Book of Tao: “The wise lets go of what he sees and follows his heart”. Don’t go for the outer shape, trust what you feel, deep inside, in your heart.

When I am in doubt about what to do I give it all over to Ramana. My intelligence is limited, my understanding incomplete. “Beloved Ramana, I just don’t know – You are the Heart, the Essence of everything, I give it all over to You.” Ramana is always here for me, carrying this life in his loving hands.

Sing, sing the singer nightingale, as the crying out will have an effect on the granite,
will affect the desert

The words, yes the song that comes from an open heart, like the nightingale singing will affect even the rocks, even the sand in the desert. Everything is touched by Truth. Nothing or no-one can stand up against it – it penetrates everything, every heart. This Love takes everything. Nothing is left untouched!

If the string (thread) doesn’t go into the needle orifice, put the head (knot) down
The string with a head doesn’t go in

A thread with a knot on will not go through the needle’s eye. Untie the knot of your heart. Bow down to Life, the source of everything even your own existence. The knotted thread, the stiff neck will prevent you from entering the River of Life.

The awakened heart is like a lantern,
keep it from the wind,
leave behind this wind and the bad weather
The bad weather has worries, the wind has trouble

Trust your inner light, nourish it, like we say “Don’t throw pearls before swine”. Give it the value it deserves, it is the most precious thing of all. Focus on it, let the winds blow and the bad weather do what it does. You know who you are, dare to stay there. Listen to your heart, not to the sorrows of the world. Trust that Life is taking care of you, ever second. It always has and always will.

If you pass the wind and reside by a spring, in line with a companion,
who has quenched his/her thirst
And you have a drop to quench your thirst, then you will get like a green tree
That gives fresh fruits and will have ongoing trips to the heart

The world is changing, experiences come and go. Stop, when there is silence. Stop by the spring, the source of life. Stop together with a true companion who has passed through all these changes, satisfied, not looking for more, just resting in herself/himself. One companion full of this Love, this Presence – overflowing, not needing or asking for anything. Resting in This that has no name.

Even a small drop of this limitless ocean will quench your thirst. You will flower. You will give nourishment to your life, you will fall into your true heart, losing everything that you thought you were. Everything that is yours will become the Heart of everything. Like Ramana says: “Heart is Thy Name oh Lord!”

Love,
Satyananda

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My dear Satyananda

Thank you for your warm words. As Rumi says The awakened heart is like a lantern, there are bad weather and winds on the path but I will keep my lantern alive. I translated one his poems;

The awaked heart is like a lantern

My heart, sit down with one who knows the heart
Sit under the tree that has fresh flowers
Don’t wander in this grocers market
Go to the shop that has sugar in it

If you don’t have the scale, you will be soon robbed by everyone
Those who make fake coins and you think it is a gold coin
They keep you waiting on their door,
don’t wait there, their house has two doors!

Don’t go to any boiling pot with your bowl
Boiling pots has something else in them
Not every cane has sugar, not every below has above
Not every eye has sight, not every sea has pearl

Sing, sing the singer nightingale,
as the crying out will have an effect on the granit, will affect in the desert
If the string (thread) doesn’t go into the needle orifice, put the head (knot) down
The string with a head doesn’t go in

The awakened heart is like a lantern,
keep it from the wind,
leave behind this wind and the bad weather
The bad weather has worries, the wind has trouble

If you pass the wind and reside by a spring,
in line with a companion, who has quenched his/her thirst
And you have a drip to quench your thirst, then you will get like a green tree
That gives fresh fruits and will have ongoing trips to the heart

With all respect and gratitude, Love
Afshin

Thank you again Afshin!

Your new text really touched me. What you express is so important. I have experienced so many times in my life being cheated or deceived by the outer appearance.  So many times I have felt stupid and inferior compared with other people’s success. People brag about how much money they make, hundreds of friends, how clever they are, how much they know. Often I felt small and insignificant. But then there has been a long journey for me to discover genuine love, friendship and that I am complete just as I am. Part of the journey is to be humiliated and insulted just as it happened with a person I though was an old friend of mine the other day. I just never know, I follow my heart and speak what is true for me this moment. If it will turn out to be a lie the next I never know. I am just here being graced by The Great Mother, Life itself.

You describe so beautifully how you came back to your self and I feel grateful to be a part of this your journey. Like a precious gift from a dear friend, unexpected and sweet.

Love,
Satyananda

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My dear Satyananda

Yesterday someone came to me and we talked about spiritual things. His words were fantastic and really astonishing! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But in the end of the day I was a mess! That night, I read some of your beautiful texts and listened to the satsang in Tiruvannamalai (Living from the heart, India 2006). It was then I gradually find myself.

I spite of this, I am really thankful for the yesterday opportunity. It let me see clearly how some words may look or smell like genuine wine but if you take them in, they make you ill. It is strange how words can convey sweetness or bitterness from their sources just like containers do, even tough the container is made of gold and jewelry  or wood and copper they do their job! I don’t know how this happens? But does it really matter!

Dear Satyananda what is there in the silence between your messages? In that silence I can feel you, in the vast space of the night sky and in the breeze comes with the night, I can feel you. What is there in your silence?! I love that silence.

Please do accept my all respect and thankfulness,
Afshin

Dear Afshani!

Yes, Life is already here. All attempts to get it or find is in vain. When we try to grasp for it we are standing embarrassed, empty-handed. Nothing is there, but we were here – already, all the time. Closer than your own breath, before anything else, always here. Thank you for your sweet, inspiring words.

Love,
Satyananda

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My dear Satyananda

Thank you for your loving words on the Mirrors. I have to apologize deeply for any inconvenience and disturbances.

I thought someday I will know you, I thought somehow I will catch you. But when I moved toward you, I got nothing but only my own breath! This breath!

What more I can ask for? But this breath? No, no, sorry may be closer than this breath!

I am in you, I am in self
I am in sun, I am in moon, I am in earth
I am in sea, I am in shore
I am in love, I am in hate
I am in life, I am in death
I am in here, I am in there
I am these tears, I am those laughs
I am in mind, I am insane
I am in love, I am in love, I am in love, in love with you
I am with you, I am in you
I am is not, all is you, all is you
You are my love, you are my breath
I am in home.

My love and my gratitude,
Afshin

The love without a cause is often beautifully shown in animals. We often use pictures of animals to show this love that is just there accepting us just as we are. How many of us have not crept into a corner on our sofa together with our cat or dog, just staying there patting the beloved pet animal and feeling taken care of. If no one loves me at least my cat does has come over many persons lips. We also express this simple, natural love in art works that can be seen as naive, but really are a physical language for the heart. I like to share two pictures a got from Afshin about this:

The cat look (Afshin)

Happy snow man (Afshin)

Recently a saw a wonderful movie about Beatrix Potter called Miss Potter (on Wikipedia). More about Beatrix in Wikipedia. She has made so many beautiful stories and pictures with animals.

Miss Moppet (Beatrix Potter)

Rabbit life (Beatrix Potter)

Our own beloved cat, Grållan, who stayed with us for 16 sweet years.

Love,
Satyananda

Thank you Afshani for sharing this interesting concept. I like to expand a bit about it. Of course, mirrors is just a concept and not “the real thing” but it is very useful. We need words and concept to communicate so here we are trying to make the best of the impossible, that is explaining the Mystery.

I like to begin with the start of life in this physical body. As a little baby you get defined by the closeness and body of your mother. She is there for you and by feeling her body you feel safe and confirmed or validated by your mother’s presence. By feeling her body you are mirrored and you get a sense of identity and that things are ok. But you are totally dependent on the mirror to feel safe. Then step by step you develop a sense of self-existence, a ME that is the center of your life. This me is dependent on many things, like relationships and concepts of what I am and how the world is. Thus we get mirrored by the world of objects and persons and we believe that the mirror and the object it contains are real. Through experience we learn to relay more and more on our own resources and experiences a make our way through the world. When we have gathered enough experiences, learnt enough, we start to see the passing nature of experiences. We long for good experiences and want to avoid the unpleasant. But we get disappointed when we see that we cannot keep the good and avoid the bad. We start to doubt our view of ourselves and the world. What is true happiness? Who am I, really? Questions like that keep coming when we get disillusioned and tired of struggling to get somewhere and to be someone. We start do question what we have learnt from other people and books. Our questions get more and more focused. Not so much what other people say is right or wrong but “What is right for ME, what makes ME happy, what is in it for ME?

The role of the mirror changes. It is like we don’t believe its content. It becomes more and more empty. When we look inside we experience the same thing. The previous belief in thoughts, emotions, and experiences becomes more and more transient. The space inside increases and at some point we discover that there is something there that does not come and go. Something that is there before, during, and after the thoughts. It is not dependent on the thoughts and it does not change. It is just there.

On the journey of exploring yourself and the world you will probably come across several people who have find this emptiness both inside and outside and discovered that it is one whole. When you meet such a person you can feel totally accepted. This person does not need anything from you and does not want you to be something or someone. She/he mirrors to you that you are ok just as you are, you don’t have to do anything or become anything. You can rest in this emptiness and acceptance. The mirror is empty, and if you go even deeper, never did exist. You have always been like this, empty, complete, and loved – yes even Love itself. This can both feel strange and at the same time natural and a relief. When this experience is new there is naturally mental activity going on trying to explain or grab the experience to make an object of it like the usual activity of the mind. By experience you discover that the experience cannot be explained or kept. It is just there and we will get used to it, the ME is dissolved and this Presence becomes our natural identity. I am That! So no inner mirror, no outer mirror, just one whole. This wholeness both contains the unchangeable and the changing world of experiences. Experiences come and go like the waves of the sea but the sea is affected by this.

In my work as a therapist this concept of mirroring is also useful. When a couple come to us we often use an exercise called mirroring when one is talking and the other is just there listening and mirroring back what she/he heard. This has a very healing effect. Being listened to without being interrupted is a rare thing for some people.

But back to your beautiful description of your mirrors. Yes it is true that we need persons to mirror us. When the mirroring is true, there is only emptiness and acceptance. Even the concept of mirrors start to fade and we are left with ourselves. No questions, no ideas, just Life itself.

I am a great fan of Rumi. He explains it so beautifully. In this story about starting to live from the Heart, the silent life in everything. This Heart or Love takes over everything and there is no more a personal heart. My heart becomes the whole world and the whole world is me. But there is no ME in the old sense, no center or limited existence. I also like how Rumi explains that you cannot find duality, and the effort to grab it like the two bottles, is not possible. Later even perception gets permeated by the wholeness. Your Heart looks through your eyes and you only see the Beloved, wherever you look.

Like in one of my tweets:

Beloved: Overflowing of love. Wordless, wanting nothing. Lost all control. I behold Your face, shining everywhere. No desires, just This.

Love,
Satyananda

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Mirrors

My dear Satyananda

There is a story by Rumi that explains well my mirrors!

Once upon a time, there was a master of glass making. One day he asked his squint-eye student to bring a bottle from a tent nearby. The student went to the tent and as he was squint, he saw two bottles lying down there! He came back to his master and asked him which bottle do you mean? The master said there is only one! So the student went back to the tent and again he saw two bottles. He came back to his master. Dear master there are two bottles which one I should bring for you? These conversations repeated over and over. The master fed up and ordered the student; Break one of them and bring the other one! The student went to the tent and broke the bottle, so both bottles vanished!

The eyes of student are the eyes of mind, the eyes of the master is the eyes of heart. We feel the oneness of mirrors yet not seeing it!

Love and gratitude,
Afshin

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My dear Satyanada

Your words are like the mirror to look at myself, but… I see no details, no colors, nothing to remember and nothing to say! How weird!

For me the world was the only mirror to look at myself, full of details, full of colors, a lot to remember and a lot to say.

Now! When I look… I love both mirrors, how wonderful.

Thank you dear Satyanada,
Love,
Afshin

Satyananda

Dear Afshin!
Your last e-mail was really something special! Now I can feel you!

Yes, God is calling you. She/He having been there all the time waiting for you to trust, to let go, to be available. The prayers from your longing heart have been heard, God asks you to let Her/Him in. Receive, take your time. Breathe, feel all the love permeating you. As Rumi says: “Hey! Pilgrims where have you gone, the Beloved is Here, He is here”.

Yes, Love is truly here, it is who you truly are. Like in one of my poems:

Always there

Your original face
is always there,
waiting
for you to dissolve.

When the time is right, by Grace, the Beloved enters and you just fall flat, overwhelmed, tears falling from your eyes, speechless. There never was two, you were always home, you just forgot. Now, you know!

I also would like to share two lines from my poem Awakening:

This love takes everything,
leaves no dust.

Nothing of me is left, I am just dancing in joy, not a care for anything. This that I am is more than enough, overflowing.

When it happens we might feel fragile, vulnerable, a bit shy. Like: “Is this really happening to me?” Maybe we experience some fear or doubt. “Am I this big, am I all this Love”. Invite everything into your heart, into your whole body! Fear or doubt is nothing but hidden love that wants to come out of the hiding, to be acknowledged, to shine forth. Every experience, good or bad, is That. Let it in and everything becomes even more whole, even the shy parts of your personality become bold and proud.

A picture of this is like the wave and the sea. The wave that thought it was alone, isolated, suddenly remembers that it is the sea. It has always been the sea, it just forgot. Now it knows!

Ramana Maharshi beautifully puts it: “Heart is Thy Name, oh Lord!”

Love,
Satyananda.

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Afshin

My dear Satyananda

Please tell me what is this? Something inside wishes to go home! Last night I cried like a child, tears and tears.  It was like someone something somewhere is waiting for me! And it felt like I have ignored this for ages and ages, how silliness this ignorance is! And I just wanted to go home. What is this? Every time I read the text Being both personal and everything something fresh and smooth happens in me. What is this? Is this like the famous onion that is now peeled? What is this? You said; ….. just carrying out God’s will, living God’s life,.. and there is no me,.. Love is carrying me every second! Then is this him calling? and is his voice now heard at last?!

There was no hate, no regret, no worry, actually they are but they look so funny. Here is just love, just so much love as you want to offer to everyone and everything. Just love. Rumi says Hey! pilgrims where have you gone, the beloved is Here,  He is Here!

Each time I look back to my very last email it looks like immature words, well it also shows the shortcomings of the words, and I think to my self how silence is mature full and beautiful, maybe it is Silence calling me home.

My great gratitude and love to you,
Afshin

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Dear Satyanada

Thank you so much for the being both personal and everything reply.

My next breath

Who is going to take my next step
My next breath, my next sigh
Who is going to bring my next cry, my next laugh
my next shout, my next shy
My next tears, my next pain, my next joy
Who is looking from these eyes (Rumi says)
From these ears, from this skin
From this mind, from this feeling, from this intellect
Oh! My love who else but You
Who else but You

(Poem by Rumi)

Anandamayi Ma

Love
Afshin

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My dear Satyananda

I wonder? How could you point to the knot from all those tell tales. It is all about me!How much correct I analyse the problem, it is only the skill of this mind, and he is now in his new costume! It is all about openly accepting me or better to say seeing me.

There is now a pause for continuing to write further since the gold merchant knows gold from the cupper quite well! No games anymore!

And mind hopefully is going to bow to the purity of heart, at last! And taste the real wine of life.

Dear Sat please do accept my gratitude.
Love
Afshin

Dear Afshani!

Thank you for your inspiring words and beautiful pictures. I have now read your three last e-mails again and felt I needed some time for my response.

Here is what comes to me:

The path of coming home is more about loss than gaining new qualities and abilities. Often you find yourself not caring about what earlier seemed to bother or engage you. This may seem strange sometimes. What is real now, why don’t I react as I used to? The intellect and mind are changing roles from being in charge and telling us what to do and what is real to becoming servants and just adding words to the original experience of Beauty and just being here.

This path is also completely personal. Others may have similar experiences but each case is unique. Therefore part of it is to admit that I have my own unique experience. This may be tricky some times because we are not used to say or think in terms what is true just for me. What can I know from my direct perception. It is so easy to let the mind take over and talk in generalized terms, like we know what is true for everyone. But we can only know what is true for ME. We are responsible for our own reality and reactions. The problem is never what other people do or think. The problem is my reaction to the situation. Can I love myself even in this situation when I am having difficulties in life? Can I see that my shortcomings and difficulties are just movements in Presence? They are just movements of waves in the ocean and that the idea that I must be good, acting lovingly, not doing mistakes and hurting other people are just ideas. The challenge is to be completely honest, admitting that I am what I am. I follow my heart, I trust, and I do what feels right for me – this moment. The next moment might be a completely different situation. I can only be responsible for this moment and my understanding right no. If I look deeper there is no ME responsible, I am just carrying out God’s will, living God’s life. I am completely taking care for every moment. Love is carrying me every second!

All this is happening to YOU. Therefore I say it is all about YOU. You cry your tears, laugh your laugh, there is no other involved. No second reality or anything outside YOU. It is only that this YOU changes from being the center of your life to become everything. The lover and beloved becomes one and it is impossible to say where one starts and the other begins. There is no veil or intermediary between these two. It was just the minds interpretation, and when you no longer believe in thoughts or what the mind says there is just wholeness, truly alive.

Part of the journey is also to admit my limitations. I judge, compare, hide, lie because I am afraid. I am afraid of not being safe, loved, and that I might get heart. I am afraid of what other might think of me, what will happen if I lose control. Step by step Presence permeate through my limitations. It is like the sun shining through the clouds more and more. I become bolder and bolder and start to risk more and more. I trust more, I don’t hold back, and I start to feel a natural pride. I am proud of just being myself, not having to lie or change anything, just letting life shine through me.

Here I like to include the words from another of my poems. Yes, we are truly blessed! I have taken the liberty to publish this conversation in my blog. Your words are so beautiful and I would like to see them shine.

Love, Satyananda

BLESSED

How wonderful not to know
what will happen the next moment
or tomorrow or next year.
Why should I carry this knowing,
why should I keep it?

The wind is blowing,
the grass grows in stillness,
the trees smile at me
with their rough, warm trunks.

Tears trickle down on my cheeks
of gratitude and emotion.
This beauty and this love
is more than enough.
My heart is overflowing.

I am blessed.

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My Dear Satyananda

I apologize for two emails in line. But these words inspired by your beautiful text, The purpose of life;

To the The purpose of life or The purpose of me!?

This morning at the beginning of sunrise, I asked myself is day true or night? Which one is true? The day is the opening of hope, light, activity and life, the night has calmness, stillness and silence in it.  We usually seek night through our day and seek day through our night. We never fully stay with either one, that staying is difficult. Although sometimes we prefer to stay longer but in time it gets boring. But why we get bored or tired with this beautiful gift?

I noted that the question of trueness of day or night can only refer to my own attitude towards what I see or as you beautifully say towards our perspectives. But, truly speaking, the attitude of what towards what?

I looked closer to this; and noticed it is a thought that comparing itself with an experience. And me (possibly this thought) always missing something, the work always is not complete. Then here we are in endless comparisons and when we get tired of them we seek our night! Well the story of night is similar. What is really missing?! Is there really something alive, something substantial there in the day and night of my life? Is it I?

Nukunu cleverly and beautifully sees the I as object but the world as subject. So it got clearer when I remembered this. It is the world or life that receives my attitudes, my questions or to say my attitudes and questions occurs in life. Furthermore, it is I (me) that apparently has purpose. But what is that purpose!? What is the purpose of me?

Apparently, for human being, that purpose is to know, to know everything and may be finally know himself. And I can only know by comparing, what else I can do?  How much complicated the comparing would be, it is comparing, an attitude towards another thought. I cannot know if Life has any purpose! How can I know my subject!? But I urgently project my propose on it! But why I am doing this?

We are like Sophie Amundsen in the Sophie’s World book  (by Norwegian philosopher Jostein Gaarder). She is a seeker of philosophy but when she finds that she is only a thought, the fear of the nonexistence or nothingness comes and she tries to escape from the truth (with the help of other thoughts, a colonel and  her friend in the story!). We never give up escaping! Do we?!

Dear Satyanada you beautifully say it is all about you.  This resonated with me but I wondered what you mean. But now I can change my question; are day and night true, to the am I true?

How nice is a cup of tea, what else is so important?!

Love and my gratitude,
Afshin

My Dear Satyananda

After your first email my questions are missing from my heart, may be just for now! I don’t know. Since then, a kind of waiting and trusting is present.  It is like a weak background of gratitude for everyone, for every second and for everything of life. May be it was there, I don’t know.

As Nukunu says the mind is a teenager in the front. The teenager is now at the door waiting!  But this teenager likes to hold on his last rope and that rope is your words and poems. Meanwhile, it would be a great honor to get help from you.  So let it be this way, no rush, no expectations for any big deal or delight for the other side of the door. Let the teenager feel safe with his last stand for a while, I even really don’t know if this would be his last one.

Me and my wife also give our love to you and your family. We live in Iran. Together we looked at your photo gallery; it was full of joy and colors, especially the India albums.

My love and gratitude,
Afshin

My Dear Satyananda

I feel this would be my last stand, my altar, I mean your kind words.

But before surrendering! a question rose; why it doesn’t last!? I read your beautiful text with the title I have experienced glimpses, why doesn’t it stay?And I translated it to my native language and gave it as a present to my wife.

Then I remembered a poem from Hafez and I translated that for you;

There is no guard between the Lover and Beloved
You are the veil, Hafez, move from the middle

My love and gratitude,
Afshin