[Assam] An Experience in Cosmic Consciousness --seventh valley

[umesh sharma]

http://www.crystalclarity.com/yogananda/chap14.html


 I wrote, in                my later years, the following poem, "Samadhi," endeavoring                to convey the glory of its cosmic state:              
 Vanished the                veils of light and shade,
                Lifted every vapor of sorrow,
               Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy,
               Gone the dim sensory mirage.
               Love, hate, health, disease, life, death,
               Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality.
               Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, melancholic whirlpools,
                Melting in the vast sea of bliss.
               The storm of maya stilled
               By magic wand of intuition deep.
               The universe, forgotten dream, subconsciously lurks,
               Ready to invade my newly-wakened memory divine.
                I live without the cosmic shadow,
               But it is not, bereft of me;
               As the sea exists without the waves,
               But they breathe not without the sea.
               Dreams, wakings, states of deep turia sleep,
                Present, past, future, no more for me,
               But ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere.
               Planets, stars, stardust, earth,
               Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,
               Creation's molding furnace,
               Glaciers of silent x-rays, burning electron floods,
                Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come,
               Every blade of grass, myself, mankind,
               Each particle of universal dust,
               Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,
               I swallowed, transmuted all
               Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!
                Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by meditation
               Blinding my tearful eyes,
               Burst into immortal flames of bliss,
               Consumed my tears, my frame, my all.
               Thou art I, I am Thou,
               Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!
                Tranquilled, unbroken thrill, eternally living, ever-new peace!
               Enjoyable beyond imagination of expectancy, samadhi bliss!
               Not an unconscious state
               Or mental chloroform without wilful return,
                Samadhi but extends my conscious realm
                Beyond limits of the mortal frame
               To farthest boundary of eternity
               Where I, the Cosmic Sea,
               Watch the little ego floating in Me.
               The sparrow, each grain of sand, fall not without My sight.
               All space floats like an iceberg in My mental sea.
                Colossal Container, I, of all things made.
               By deeper, longer, thirsty, guru-given meditation
               Comes this celestial samadhi.
               Mobile murmurs of atoms are heard,
               The dark earth, mountains, vales, lo! molten liquid!
                Flowing seas change into vapors of nebulae!
               Aum blows upon vapors, opening wondrously their veils,
               Oceans stand revealed, shining electrons,
               Till, at last sound of the cosmic drum,
               Vanish the grosser lights into eternal rays
                Of all-pervading bliss.
               From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
               Ocean of mind, I drink all creation's waves.
               Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
               Lift aright.
               Myself, in everything, enters the Great Myself.
                Gone forever, fitful, flickering shadows of mortal memory.
               Spotless is my mental sky, below, ahead, and high above.
               Eternity and I, one united ray.
               A tiny bubble of laughter, I
               Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself.              
 Sri                Yukteswar taught me how to summon the blessed experience at will,                and also how to transmit it to others if their intuitive channels                were developed. For months I entered the ecstatic union, comprehending                why the Upanishads say God is rasa, "the most                relishable." One day, however, I took a problem to Master.              
  "I want                to know, sir—when shall I find God?"              
 "You have                found Him."              
 "O no,                sir, I don't think so!"              
 My guru was                smiling. "I am sure you aren't expecting a venerable Personage,                adorning a throne in some antiseptic corner of the cosmos! I see,                however, that you are imagining that the possession of miraculous                powers is knowledge of God. One might have the whole universe, and                find the Lord elusive still! Spiritual advancement is not measured                by one's outward powers, but only by the depth of his bliss in meditation.              

 

Umesh Sharma

Washington D.C. 

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Harvard University,
Class of 2005

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