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Path to Mandala or Eternal Pilgrimage - ebook
Path to Mandala or Eternal Pilgrimage - ebook
POETIC DISCOURSE ON THE CRUCIAL KEYS OF MAN'S SPIRITUALITY
The essence of this poem is marked by the wisdom of nature, the truth of all religious teachings, and the core of quintessential philosophical questions about indivisible identity of nature, man and Creator.
This book is a poetic discourse on the crucial keys of man's spirituality, about the inevitability of searching in the spirit, as a pilgrimage that perpetually transform into the Path to Oneself.
A note about the author
Asanga Angya (b. 1967) philosopher, religiologist and writer, was raised and educated in Europe, where he graduated in Philosophy and Religious Studies. Since 1990 he has published numerous essays, poems and a few novels in the field of philosophy and spirituality, psychology and art.
About three decades he has explored traditional Eastern and Western ways of self-knowledge as well as the practice of Vedanta and Zen meditation in comparison with the modern teachings of Jungian psychology.
Kategoria: | Philosophy |
Język: | Angielski |
Zabezpieczenie: |
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ISBN: | 978-953-328-360-9 |
Rozmiar pliku: | 4,0 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
... when the master of the Path comes he does not come to answer the questions of the seekers but to remove all false questions and since in essence all the questions are false the master doesn’t stop – he just passes...
hence these fragments – verses and paintings – are only grains of an eternally living mandala in which _‘seekers teach masters and masters follow seekers’_, grains of dust spread over our sodden road by the unfathomable _mystery of Path_, not to dry the road but to let our steps leave traces...
A/ APPROACH OR ON THE TRACK OF MANDALA
1. origin
each river knows
the way to its mouth
each life knows
its source and its flow
each flow knows
its confluence
who are you then
to fence the way of the river
who are you then
to divert the flow of life
who are you
to demand
impose
destroy
and your source
your mouth
you do not know
2. wake up call
wherefrom the force that moves the limbs
wherefrom the force that brings breath
through mouth and nostrils
wherefrom the force that carries our feelings
along windswept areas
wherefrom the force that lifts ideas
to dizzying heights
wherefrom the force that delivered me
and takes me back to death
and chases me into struggle
between dream and reality
between shadow and me
between delirium and awakening
to wake me
to rise me
from the dead to pull me
like Jesus Lazar from a dark cave
to bring me to the light of dawn
to open me like the deafness of echo
with the cry of a new life
to remind me
of Myself
3. the path
it has been said
seek and you shall find
but who seeks
loses what hasn’t been hidden
who does not seek
finds what hasn’t been lost
who asks
wonders in vain
who does not ask
does not wander in the desert
following the traces
of one’s own footsteps
4. far horizon
when I finally sing
the song before my death
I want to find you in the shadow of a tree
bending towards the earth
let the day guard high above
over the melting wilderness
full of fresh rain
when at dusk quiet caravans pass by
your hand offering a cake
the song travels and the sleeping bowel
feels no hunger
it is trembling like rain
on your lips
touching mine
and covering all paths
oh caravans lost
in the rhapsodies of crying
(...)A NOTE ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ASANGA ANGYA (b. 1967) philosopher, religiologist and writer, was raised and educated in Europe, where he graduated in Philosophy and Religious Studies. Since 1990 he has published numerous essays, poems and a few novels in the field of philosophy and spirituality, psychology and art.
About three decades he has explored traditional Eastern and Western ways of self-knowledge as well as the practice of Vedanta and Zen meditation in comparison with the modern teachings of Jungian psychology.