State of suffering has two exists. Solace and Awakening. The work is to align with that impulse which makes a Sankalpa for awakening. However dark may be the phase, there always exists one thread in the mind which is a hook facilitating transcendence. True knowledge is knowing that the suffering is not eternal. The eternal is that which is aware of the suffering. That intelligence is the Self. With a love for the truth, love for that intelligence makes one a devotee, It drives the seeker through the alignment of devotion, knowledge and right action. Through this love the person is able to offer himself at the feet of the higher Intelligence and realize that he is one with the Self already.

May our hope and desire be only the attainment of the truth.  

By his Grace the seed is planted

By his Grace you become Bodhisattva

By his Grace you meditate 

By his Grace the seed of awareness is nurtured

By his Grace the Dhyaan grows

By his Grace the consciousness flowers

By his Grace  the love awakens

By his Grace the love explodes

By his Grace you disappear 

By his Grace only love remains

This is.

This is.
Where does 'This is' point to?

When 'I am',
What is not is not

Through 'I am'
'This is'

From am-ness
to is-ness

Unconditional joy is not the attainment but the most natural state of your being. 
But the misery and dread is so dear to the so called deep and wise.
That it has become in this culture a sign of naivety to talk about the happiness and joy.
The highest of the high, the Buddha, when he closes his eyes, he is not in denial but in the awareness of the most profound. 
He is overflowing with joy, that arises in him without this world.
Dis-identification from this form is not an escape but the entry into your most sacred abode. Of the conscious unity of everything.
As long as there is an 'other' in your psyche, you have missed it.
This is your eternal home.
Now.
Forgiveness, acceptance, compassion, surrender are not the virtues to cultivate for others, but are a ladder for you to reach your being, to return to it.
The learned once already occupying your psyche will deny this.
From where did we learn to distrust the existence so much? That we immediately ask the reason as soon as touched by some joy. This is the poverty of this culture to be hesitant in welcoming the joy in.
So much effort to change the external without knowing that its the fight only with the shadow.
The realized once didn't turn their back on the evil of the world by being absorbed in this bliss.
They know how to bring the well being to this world even with the closed eyes.
May there be striving in us.
To attain to the truth of our being.

The Supreme Hermit is home
This being home is the being
This comfort mothers
This is wholeness
In this wholeness there is not even one
Not one, not two

There is only the is-ness
Is-ness of what?
Home is beyond this question
Home is prior to this question

This is the sacred most abode
My dwelling place

Who am I?
Who am I not?
I do not understand the who
I do not answer the who

Knowing needs two
I am the knowledge
Without any content

So what is that, that is?
That what is, is
Why call it as this
Or that

Beauty

It becomes a celebration
When you let it be
Ask for a little peace
And what you get is
Nameless Ecstasies

No its not a betrayal
To the mourning world
Because only if you dig up
To the source
Can you bring the beauty
To this world
And all the riches of the beyond

It's the alchemy
The secret
The truth
The awakening

Those ancient
inexhaustible laws
Which all the wise ones talked about
The ancient is now
As fresh and uncorrupted  

When your boundaries
Crumble
Then you know
Your being

There is a treasure
Waiting to be discovered
Don't you already
Have a hint?

The presence
Erases the past
And the future
It erases the Me
And You
What is left
Is the being
What is left is
This. Now.

Pain

I wish I could drink your pain
And free you
To see what I see

Why do you still curl up
And keep yourself wounded
Don't you see
That its you who doesn't let you heal?

A million reasons you have got
To convince yourself of your aching heart
And you think you would even
Convince a Budhha of your misfortune

See that its your unconscious question to God
You ask him
Do you see my suffering?
Is there anybody who understands my pain?
You see?

Know that he sees everything
He has become you
And suffers as you
He, as You has become utterly helpless
So helpless that you
Don't even consider yourself worthy of begging

You see that you can't take it anymore
Yet you don't see how you can- not drag yourself
Endlessly sinking away from all light

I constantly hover over you
But there is no space
There is no space for me
To come inside of you

You see how you have trapped the God inside
With your own reason?
You have defeated God
Because he doesn't know
The way of his own exit

Do something
Please do something
Do it somehow

I know you
I see everything
I have been you
And I have been me

I have lived as you
And I have transcended you
Know that its possible

Don't ask me
What's at the other end
Because you are such an idiot
That you will sleep more

Just ask how?
Ask how?
Ask how?
Ask.
Ask.