Myself to MySelf is Dr Madan G Gandhi's collection of spritual poetry which came to him in flashes in the state of Shunayata or singing silence.

OM

Om, the first emanation,
Om, the object of all meditation,
Om, the tongue of every revelation,
Om, the truth beyond contemplation.

Om, the mystic flame
pervading the whole creation,
every word and chant,
the resonance that forever haunts.

Om, the celestial eyed,
the all-creating Spirit,
the ear of every psalm
the eye of every vision.

In every swell heave Om,
in every sound hear Om,
in every speck see Om
in every breath breathe Om,

Om, the fire,
Om, the fuel,
Om, the flesh,
Om, the cross.

Om, the wick, Om the oil, Om the light,
Om, the soul of everything bright,
Om, the yearning of the ocean-tide,
Om, the love-longing of the bride.

Om, the night of nihil,
Om, the dawn eternal,
Om, the deathless flame,
Om, the all-redeeming pain.

Om, the golden egg of origin,
Om, the dream of creation,
Om, the dance of dissolution,
Om, the beginning, Om the termination.

Om, the root, Om, the fruit,
Om, the seed and sprout,
Om, the all-creating Light,
Om, the morning star of night.

Om, the lonely tread of the lone,
Om, the pilgrim of the unknown,
Om, the triumphal march of time,
Om, the Song of Song sublime.

Om, the Truth of Truth for ye all to know
beyond suffering, beyond every human woe,
Om, whence come all beings and things,
Om, where do they go borne on the swing.

Om, the formless first,
Om, the causeless cause,
Om, the wordless word
whence have flowed the entire.


LIGHT I CRAVE

A diviner am I
of the demi-dark mystery--
it slips in and out of me,
making my fingers burn.

Every time I try to open the door
some invisible part in me slams it shut
my cries get caught in whirls,
I taste lime on my tongue.

My gaze is fixed on the sun,
all around is darkness,
light I crave.

With moon I walk
stars I talk,
my vision--
timeless worlds.
My self-loom has woven them all.



SUMMUM BONUM

The abyss that separates, he from I
not real but brewn
in caverns of illusion,
no he, no I, Truth is one,
divisions and dissension
but the play of illusion.

To rend this veil
be the sun
fixing gaze firmly on the one
beyond shadows of delusion.

The highest boon, His grace,
the highest aspiration, the Truth's realization,
the summum bonum, the union with the one.

Love opens the mystery's gate
frees you from sansaric whirls,
makes you one with self eternal.


SELF'S LIGHT

When all lights go off
the Self's light is awake,
when utter darkness prevails,
the lamp of self never fails.

Amidst lightning flash
wheel of fire whirling,
in golden letters effulging
the divine commandments.

The rule of right,
the kingdom of truth,
the dawn of peace shall come
when everyone joins the ministry of love.

BUDDHA -CHRIST

All revelations
flow from world's travails,
all crescents and crosses.

Lotussed cross,
the key to life divine,
the arc of grace.

Buddha-Christ,
the heroic bringers of light
from the tyranny of soul-killing might.

Truth on cross hanging,
Yet the felicity of it you will know
through crucifixion and resurrection.

I AM SELF

Deathless is my spirit
by no fire singed,
no water wetted,
no wind dried,
no weapon slain.

I am Self
all-pervading,
knowing all,
seeing all,
beyond words,
unfathomable, unbounded, forever free.

I AM LIGHT

Racing heavens ever attuned,
heart-throb of galactic glens
where lord-borne cattles go grazing,
I am the wombing void.

In my musical scale many a near and distant sun,
in benighted chaos
orchestrate the musical band
on eternity's symphonic scale.

My live orchestra is hidden
in dense forests of stars
in frenzied flight of flaming skies
in giddied motion of whirling galaxies.

I am fire of life in ashen gloom,
the symphonic song of spheres,
the aching mystery of black holes,
the timeless void of creativity.


I SHALL COME AGAIN

Reverberating the galaxied resonance
of serenading heavens--
countless earths, star systems and suns,
in gloried splendor I forever dwell.

Freed from tearing travails
my soul takes wings
and soars to celestial heights
where silence rings and sings.

None there to disturb my sleep,
enchanting the silence deep,
reflecting on what liberates
I raise a stair to the ultimate.


A whisper from infinite:
"I shall come again
to hew a heaven on earth
dear me! keep aloft your spirit
let it be not put out."

"I am not alone
many others before me
in different tongues have sung
of family of one earth.

My mission,
to sow seeds of this timeless truth
on the earth entire
to awaken the new dawn of spring.


HIRANYAGARBHA

Hiranyagarbha,
the cosmic womb,
whence sprouted the first seed.

Million billion suns,
galaxies, star sytems,
neotic universes beyond count.

Elemental forces churning the ocean
in haze of stellar dust
of galactic clouds steeped.

draw the nectar-filled bowl
from the syllabled silence
of the primordial deep.

On naval-born lotus-stem
radiates in astral form an angelic being
hymning the song of creation.

Unmanifest seas,
invisible skies,
uncountable universes

set to orchestrate
flutes, violas, guitars
on space-time's musical scale.


ETERNALLY AT WORK

I am reality
indivisible
eternal
the first
beyond mutation.

The immanent
the beginning less
Shiva in Nat raja pose
keeping motion and rest
in eternal balance.

Eternally at work
weaving webs of macrocosms
in dark luminous silence,
fixing them onto cosmic scales
of ageless cataclysms and quietitudes.

I unfurl scroll of space
create calligraphy of the night sky,
expand and shrink at will
from luminous universes into black holes
by my own vital heat and galactic cold.

Shrunken spheres and frozen suns
sunk in the depths of primordial gloom
from sleep of nescience I rouse
to set them spiral in appointed orbits
in eternal void of space-time.

I am the fire that moulds
the amorphous mass into glittering gold,
from sphere to sphere moving
tuning up scales of eternal guitars
heaving in musical swells in oceanic space.

I AM LIGHT

I pound granite mounds and cratered rocks,
pulp pyramidal mountains into translucent stardust,
mould and monitor macrocosms and star systems
to set them whirling in space-time.

The salver of infinite little lamps
in circles moving,
spangled heavens
in galactic fires glowing.

mystic flashes reveal unseen beyonds
the starlit creativities of infinite meanings
in depths of silence hidden
in void of eternal space time.

I am Light
reddening rim of skies beyond count,
the quantum and momentum of suns and moons,
the nativity of dark dissolutions and neotic dawns.

Before I enter the everlasting night
I conceive and shape
new orders of creation,
I am the hiranyagarbha.


THE PHOENIXED VISION

At my baton burgeon to life
cosmic seas and macrocosms,
frozen firmaments on pulsar wheels
the teeming galaxies on the run.

I am life that blooms
in multi-hued shells and shoals,
in sea beds and ocean caverns,
flora and fauna in varied climes.

I am primordial being,
the minstrel-bard of spherical chime,
the rehearser of mystery sublime
of stellar spaces and voids.

I am the phoenixed vision
of proto-epochs and proto-dawns,
the perennial revelation
of crucifixion and resurrection.


OM

Om
the outermost unseeable unseen,
the world-line of racing electrons on the run,
churning out creations upon creations.

Om,
the trinity in one:
all that is,
has been and shall be.

Om,
the all-mothering reality,
the primordial Being
the light-bliss of Creativity.

The enthroned majesty
of many-splendored Gayatri,
the Song Celestial of the yajna rites
reverberating in everyone's being.


I AM ETHER

Above, below
right, left
behind, in front,
here, there, everywhere
in time, any point in time, beyond time
I am Ether, the all-pervasive Akash.

Om, the One and only One,
the golden egg, the seed,
the autogenic effulgence
of the self-manifolding One,
the eternal unseeable unseen
the sole reality, the Brahman.

THE BRAHMAN

Om, the light Eternal,
whose spark informs
every being and thing.

Om, the Origin of origin
wherein abides the whole cosmos
and the universes of becoming.

Om, the perceiver and perceived
the hearer and heard,
the knower and known.

Om, by perceiving Whom you perceive all,
by hearing Whom you hear all,
by knowing Whom you know all.

Stepping on stair of time
moment to moment live, Om,
the nth-dimensioned, Om.

Om, the light-sound continuum,
the effulgence of a million suns,
the Home of Brahman.

I am Om, I am Om,
the All-Pervading All-Self,
the Brahman.

THE ALL SELF

A restless electron on the run
aspiring to be the sun
my beat is the farthest far,
beyond the flight of human thought.

All life and time in me coalesce
to be That, the All-Self permeating all
ever expanding, ever ordering
flowing in everlasting stream.

In each breath I live
the star-eyed mystery,
my each part-glimpse,
the vision of the whole.

THE SELF-IN-ALL,

I am Om, the unknowable unseen
the incommunicable Sound
from the hallowed Beyond.

The Spirit effulgent,
the All-seeing Omniscient,
the Immanent Transcendent.

The Self-in-all, the Self overseeing all,
the outermost outspread of Brahman,
the Parbrahm Parmeshwara.

I am Maha Maya, the creative force
the mother of grand illusion,
the nescience behind the cycles of creation.

The inertial mass of black holes
the primordial creativity ever at work
shaping universes of becoming.

The covering of every verity in flux
caught in snares of worldliness
struggling for release.

BE ALL

I am self-emanating effulgence
in every individual being and thing,
burning bright in every light beam.

The super-intelligence
from super conscious flowing
into consciousness of every being.

Knowing That you know all,
perceiving That, you perceive all,
being Therein you be all.

THE PERFECT ARCHITECT

I shape the dome of the sky,
the invisible pillared diadems,
fix in space the eternal points of light.

Introduce motion in all what I make:
gases, minerals, elements,
skies and spheres in space.

I design and create every form and thing:
the multitudinous worlds,
the interstellar spaces and cosmic seas.

I set swirling lights in galaxied darkness,
launch lucent ships of many a resonance
in boundless ocean of space-time.

Roar and thunder in tempestuous tides,
cause cataclysmic upheavals in cosmic seas,
inhere in dark void as the HIranyagarbha.

SERENITY OF A BUDDHA

Players glued to the game
conforming to regulative norms
alone can sift apart
the true from false.

The mystic core in atom,
immune to fission,
the state of zen
shunyata in trance.

The thousand petals radiate
a million billion megawatts of light
suffused by ceaseless nectar rain
when bliss of silence descends.

The upward flow of light beam,
clears all obstructions,
the ineffable elation
signals the ultimate transformation.

The ecstasy of union,
the bliss of consummation,
the illumination of self-realization,
attend annihilation of ego-self.

All enlightenment
serenity of a Buddha,
comes from contentment,
mastery over passions.

Mind, senses, heart and will,
freed from the illusion's wheel
blaze the path celestial,
of the Centre Still.

Having materialized the proto-elements:
Earth, water, air, fire, ether,
carefree He abides in mystical Void,
the home of eternal Zen.


THE DIVINE HARMONY

The eternal sacrifice:
giving all receiving all
a full cycle.

The all created,
yet to be created,
informed by His light.

To Him consecrate all what you do
surrender all what you think,
He alone is the doer.

Each man is a microcosm,
a living hologram
of many a macrocosm.

Mosaics of micro macro creations,
mini-universes and meta-worlds
set in infinite space.

Suiting one's talent
each planet plays distinctive instrument
to orchestrate the divine harmony.


YOU SHALL REACH


By fixity of faith,
by ceaseless knocking,
one day you shall reach.

In silence hear
the song of spheres,
resonating at all times,


THE SEEDLESS STATE

Merrily I walk
in world's dark woods
its lush luxuriance I savor
sweet and sour.

On track of light and sound
I go around
sowing seeds of light
in my garden of gloom.

Set in harmonic measures
life's every sob, every pain,
every whisper, every refrain
as I stand on celestial stair.

Unbounded free
the song of spheres I hear,
in the seedless state of being
the fullness of freedom.


COSMIC RESONANCE

Even if there be one who lives
the bliss of consummation,
transforms everyone into a beacon
in the world's oceanic darkness.

Silence laps all nature,
in supernal splendor,
all crannies it interfuses
with bliss of oneness.

On life's sounding board
all discords
blend into harmony
of cosmic resonance.

ONE MORE CRUCIFIXTION

On the sky's canvas I paint
the creation's dawn :
blood dipped the horizon's rim,
the crimson red the crown
letting splendour of the dome
come out vivid and alive.

The fury of elements,
overflowing waterfalls,
meadows and mountains,
of starlit firmaments I sing.
My saga is writ on spheres,
my epic-exploits everyone hears.

The star hero of epochal lore,
the cult figure whom multitudes adore,
bearing the cross of my transgressions
I stand transfixed in the world's thoroughfare
awaiting one more crucifixtion of the son
this time no resurrection, no home coming.


THE ULTIMATE REVELATION

A lotus grown in muddy lake,
Truth's self forever awake
on whose whisper doors are flung open,
I am the ultimate revelation.

I unfold the creator's perfect plan
inscribed in the heart of every man,
hourly relayed on the film of time
by the scale of spherical chime.

No mystery, no truth beyond my eyes,
no mystic realm, no glen of paradise,
the nodal point of starry systems,
the compass of heavenly revolutions.

I keep a count of every mishap,
deviant orbits, discordant taps,
a lone meteor's fall
chance straying of a star.

My vision encompasses
worlds of humans and gods,
my saga the epic stuff of bards.
of laurels won and kingdoms lost.



THE COMMON PAIN

I bear and share the common pain,
the ordinariness of ordinary strain,
the pangs of birth and death's groan,
the flaying of flesh and tearing of bones.

the joy of beaming stars and gleaming lights,
the pain of tearful days and weeping nights,
the mystique of fading suns and menstrual moons,
of blue-blooded dawns and darkened noons.



HE IS LILADHAR

All spiritual toil
but a gift of grace,
a benediction from the most High.

He bridges every chasm,
He fords every abyss,
He saves you from deluge.

He rides on tidal whirls,
He creates the wheel eternal
He makes the skies and oceans run.

He makes hexagonal wheels
polygons upon polygons,
setting them move in the neotic flux.

He is Liladhar,
rejoices at what he creates,
this never ending show of creation.

He Himself reduces this all to ashes
reenacting this Lila Kaivalayam
letting it to go on ad infinitum.

SERENADING TO HEAVENS

From far-off realms come light beams
by eternity of silence propelled
irradiating a light of million suns.

The lights set in a circle
blazing symphonically
serenading to heavens.

Celeberation of the Ultimate,
the object of eternal quest
beyond this vale of tears.

This rapturous dance of elements,
this burgeoning epoch in creation
This dawn of divinity's birthing,

This flash of illumination,
of soul's enlightenment,
its union with the One.


I WAS THERE

In the beginning
when nothing was there,
no stirring of life,
no being, no non-being,
no cowl of the sky,
no spangled heavens,
no spring-eyed earths,
no cycle of seasons,
no eonic time,
no canopy, no roof,
I was there.

No primeval creativity-in-action
no stereo harmony of heavens
frozen eternity not yet set to chime.
Time had not yet spun its course
nor death and life cycle begun
in all-enveloping darkness
stillness stared at itself
in the still stare of silence.

No ray, no flicker,
no stir, no movement,
no flap, no flutter,
wingless void unpatterned,
unconscious, unmanifest,
One and only One,
on the python throne
in dreamless sleep
myself, the formless, first.

ORIGINAL BLOSSOMING

Original blossoming,
the state of the eternal spring,
before heavenly processions began
even before Time ran its cycle.

The universes beyond count
in harmonic circles moving,
unchanging perennial
from eternity to eternity.

No waxing, no waning,
steady state at all times,
at every point in time,
and even beyond time.

Full in the beginning,
full in the middle,
full in the end,
the fullness of the full.

MYSELF TO MYSELF

Only One remains
throughout the enoic time
weaving on His desire loom
new creations in succession.

The maker of the plot
himself knows the hidden suspense,
its cloak-dagger intrusions,
the ensnaring stratagems.

He, the puppeteer pulls puppets' string,
knows when to launch which one,
how long to make it strut on the stage,
at what moment to clamp the curtain.

The magic shadow-show has been on
since the beginning of time,
this play of hide and seek,
no chance it will ever cease.

Who is searching whom
when there is no second,
yet such zest in the quest!
myself to my Self!

THE SOLE REFUGE

His wish unrolls the scroll of space,
at his bidding skies and heavens race,
He is One and only One,
the author of grand illusion.

By Him we hear,
by Him we think,
by Him we see,
by Him we feel.

He is the object of hearing,
He is the object of thought,
He is the object of sight,
He is the object of feeling.

He is the ear,
He is the mind,
He is the eyes,
He is the heart.

By knowing Him nothing remains to be known,
by seeing Him nothing remains to be seen,
by thinking Him nothing remains to be thought,
He is the Power supreme beyond all attributes.

To Him is this Hymn,
the Sole Refuge,
the Goal of every prayer,
the God of every worship.


FULLNESS OF UNION

No man is an island
but a shore
of the shoreless vast,
the ocean flows in every heart.

A frontier to eternities of creations,
void is all what one can see
on this side of life,
on that side of death.

When a drop meets the ocean,
the ocean becomes the drop,
no more cognition of separation,
no more asymmetry of perception.

All antinomies dissolve
in fullness of union,
the knower and the known
merge into one.

Naked you stand before the mirror
like the Truth transparent.


THE CREATIVE SPIRIT

I am sentience in every being,
Consciousness of isness in all,
meta psychic energy in every cell,
Kinesis of becoming in every particle,
my resonance times in every twirl
stirred by the Nad eternal.

Before the deliriumed whirls
Of spiraling nebulae,
even before the Rita was born,
I was there, Sat,
the beginning less,
the First.

Before the chaos swirled everywhere
I was there
churning the deep,
the Order-Will
dreaming creation's dance
in the nebular space.

The fecund egg of egg,
the seed of luminous void,
wombing innumerable universes
In gloom of gaping black holes,
the Creative Spirit,
the Hiranyagarbha.

WITNESS TO EERIE HAPPENINGS

In flashes of explosion I see
a million billion crackers burst
in desolate dark of the sky.

The punctured sheen of space unfolds
on eternity's chequer board,
mosaics in black and white.

Witness to eerie happenings
in vortexed passivity of cosmic deep
billion trillion cosmoses sleep.

The whirling skies
one above the other,
the star systems galore.

In the infinity of space
spangled heavens
are seen expanding in all directions.