I went to visit the old fort at Galna to seek my karma but in Nashik, I became lost.
Wishful thinking that I could learn about my actions, works, and deeds, rebirths moment after moment.
Emerging definitely, I sat with my past intentions and contemplated strife.
Never had I realized time and again me digging my grave, a deep trough I would not survive.
Troubled by my non-transcendence, by my lack of enlightenment, I decided to act kinder.
Tricked by the ego to not act for the betterment of others, thinking solely about myself...
Obliged as an adult to see my mistakes have consequences for all within proximity...
Visiting the old fort, my faults washed away, rinsed cleaned, stains removed, I could see, I caused my downfall.
Intrigued by doing good, my mind opened up to new adventures, new possibilities, new hopes.
Still, my dreams remained dormant, still asleep, unconscious of the world, solving problems within the mind.
Intensity built up pressure until my ego expanded to include all beings as one.
Transcendence showered me with rain, warm and light as a summer's breeze, my tears hidden from the public.
Tranquil in equanimity, I learned to let go of myself, I became one with the great soul.
Hovering above in the form of clouds, of mist, of fog, of tears, the Mahātmā watches over...
Everyone, mindful of our lives, without judgment or delusion, seeing all time as one moment.
Obviously, a magical being evaporates to dust, into thin air, a wisp of wind.
Left alone, the great soul ponders the depth of reality, everything emanates from this.
"Dust evolves into the planets, solar systems and galaxies, emptiness permeates it all."
"Forget this life, forget your mind, relinquish your body as dust, ancient particles of cosmos."
"Order is a misconception, created by the mind, a tool to structure your reality."
"Reality is pure chaos, the forms simply make sense of dust, particles of ancient chaos."
"Tranquility is found in dust, out of dust everything becomes, and one day, we return to dust."
"Ancient, twisted karma has roots in the community, players act out roles interconnected..."
"Truth hidden deep within the roots finally makes sense, perfect sense, you see why you came to Galna."
"Galna is no longer a place, but always the place it has been since time immemorial, see?"
"Ancient particles of cosmos, of chaos, and of emptiness, ancient is a meaningless word."
"Leave the moment within my mind, if you try to see time as one moment, your mind will soon collapse."
"Nothing is perfect, yet nothing is impossible, nothing is a thing in itself, emptiness."
"Attempt to cross to the other shore, the river carries away all who bear false witness in life."
Troubled by these words in my mind, this voice of the great soul provides guidance and points the way to truth.
Obviously, my mortal mind, limited by categories, cannot know the whole truth to tell.
Solace comes from sitting quite still, in a quiet place and letting things in the mind settle like dust.
Ephemeral thoughts and feelings pass like cows grazing in a field, give them a wide pasture to graze.
Evanescent light from a star, distant beyond the naked eye, diminishes with great distance.
Kindness appears as an old man, an old woman, or a young girl or boy, wholesome without blemish.
Mother, if I have deceived you, forgive me my past mistakes, faults for which I suffer in this world.
Yesterday, I woke up asleep to the living, breathing giant hidden to the naked eye, dust.
Karma reveals the principle of cause and effect in action, all actions have consequences.
Actions affect the suffering multitudes, increasing at times, decreasing at times, bear witness.
Revealed to me by the great soul, how I was affected, a child, by my environment, people.
My family, my friends and classmates all shaped my mind, warped a little by adverse reactions to dust.
Allergies cause a vibration to unhinge this reality, to cleanse the doors of perception.
Beliefs, opinions, assumptions of right and wrong, within conscience, perturb the mind to act badly.
Understanding what stands under the stool but the ground of reason and faith acts as its gravity.
Trust nothing beyond this, evil deeds come from acts lacking in thought, our consideration, felt-sense.
Invasion during war, pillage, plunder and rape women, murder men, women and children, gestalt.
Nothing comes from nothing, karma leaves no trace within emptiness, the path of good deeds remains clear.
Nashik remains with the old fort of Galna in ruins, a site to behold all karma as one.
As I awoke from a nightmare, this life appeared as in a dream, nothing was certain but this mind.
Still, tranquility is hard fought, running against the wind, practice, training for the long race ahead.
Hovering above me, I saw the great soul, the Mahātmā fall, as rain from clouds, torrential rain.
Indeed, the monsoon season fell at this time of year, flood waters soaked the land to make fertile soil.
Kings and queens of ancient cultures disappear but the monsoon stays with us, our suffering, great soul.
I waded through the flood waters up to my waist, at times, my chest, sometimes it's easier to swim.
Beckoning to me, all these tears cry out in anguish from karma, I begin to imagine pain.
Entering imaginary homelands, I find dry land above on a mountaintop where I sit.
Contemplating my consciousness, I grew old with karma, a fool atop a mountain, an old man.
Answering questions with silence, I evolved into the great soul, the Mahātmā suffering truth.
Mind became all minds, a network of thoughts, feelings, words, deeds, actions, all suffering was my karma.
Enter the mind of the great soul and time happens in one moment, a burst of light and energy.
Lost to myself on the mountain, I awoke to the sound of bells, I stood up and went to visit.
Obliged to make peace with my past, I trained at the monastery as a novice and an adept.
Stillness came at a cost, my mind lost contact with the Mahātmā, as my individual self.
Tranquil in equanimity, I found the end of my karma, as an old man finds death in dust.
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