I send you my love and blessing

Dear Mohanji,

I send you my love and blessing
I'm glued to your being
let my eyes be your seeing
make this body useful
if you find it possible
use it or lose it
I surrender to you

What more than love can I give?
You know me better than I do
so I'm carrying myself
not knowing myself
thank you for loving me
if you want, with your grace
let me know me

I have faith in you
that you are merciful

What can words say
that you do not already know

Love,
Biljana V

Mohan’s Reply by email:


Dearest Biljana
I know you, I feel you and I understand you, pure soul. I am always with you. I see through your eyes and I hear through your ears. You are not seperate from me. We are one consciousness. Remain Blessed Always.
Thank You, for your lovely poem. This should go into the group and Face Book.
Love You
M


Reply on Facebook

Hi Biljana,
Mohan Ji commented on his Wall post.
Mohan wrote: "Beautiful Poetry! Bless You, Biljana. May Your Beautiful Expressions reach far and wide and give solace and hope to many suffering beings. Love Always. M"

TAI CHI 18

Ako je cilj smrt
zašto bismo živeli
Ako je cilj poslednja nota
zašto bismo slušali celu melodiju?

Poenta nije u završnom akordu
nego u kompoziciji
u lepoti toka tonova
u smenjivanju visokih i niskih
povišenih i sniženih nota

Kada bi u životu najbolji bio
onaj ko najpre stigne do cilja
onda bi najbolji bio onaj
ko najpre stigne smrt

U čemu je poenta?
U čemu je svrha?
Nema svrhe. Dodaj je sam.
Svojom ljubavlju
dodaj značenje
Komponuj svoj dan kao muziku
Komponuj svoj život kao opus

I uvek imaj na umu
da nisi dirigent
te nemaš odgovornost
kad ti krene falš
To je samo potrebni deo lepe kompozicije
čije tonove ne možeš dosegnuti
svojim ljudskim sluhom

Život diriguje
ti komponuj
i uživaj u muzici
živi u svojoj kompoziciji
u izvođenju i dirigovanju života

TAI CHI 17

tkanje
nema ni dubinu
nema ni plitkoću
kao hologram je
nesagledivo očima
nedokučivo umom

Kosmičko tkivo
bez forme
nepristupačno čulima
nepojmljivo
nelogično
a osnova svega

Na visokoj vibraciji
višoj od svih
materijalnih stvari
od svih drugih tkiva
iz nje sve izvire
u nju sve ponire
a ono je večno
sveprisutno
bezvremeno
i ono je praznina
potencijal u svojoj suštini

Uz Tai Či
u skladu sa
svojom istinskom suštinom
i u tome stanju
podešen da donosiš
samo najbolje odluke za sebe
za svoju suštinu

TAI CHI 16

Či mora da teče
uspostavi tok
neka teče život
ko hranljivi sok

Bez prekida, reza
či se tad razvija
osetiš kako ti
tok godi i prija

Kontinuitetu
se prepusti samo
čijem se punimo
više kad se damo

Svaki pokret lagan
ko molitva kraća
kosmička ti sila
višestruko vraća

Osećaš punoću
savršenstvo trena
čiju su do raja
vrata otvorena

Punoća života
u konstantnom toku
i sjaj raste veći
u telu i oku

Čija izobilno
naveliko ima
ko kosmičko tkanje
sve oblike prima

TAI CHI 15

Kad je dan il’ kada sviće
da budeš skladan s prirodom
ti uradi Tai Či korak
svakom prilikom i zgodom

Jer ma šta se desi spolja
lepo ružno, nema veze
može ti se učiniti
na momenat sve bezveze

A suština prirode je
naklonost i ljubav čista
ti uradi Tai Či korak
mir poraste puta trista

TAI CHI 14

Dečja radost sija svima
a svako tu radost ima
spontanost sadašnjeg trena
je suštinska tajna njena

U Tai Čiju pokret sređen
u skladu s tokom uređen
da izbije svojski sjaj
sobom zračiš u beskraj

Usredsređenn na disanje
osluškuješ uz kretanje
unutrašnje senzacije
svoga tela kreacije

Tom prilikom se osećaš
što je lepo biti ti
akumulira se elan
sad si nov, a isti

TAI CHI 13

Kad ti se učini
praznina, bespuće
uradi Tai Či
za mir, nadahnuće

Ili kad se javi
promena vremena
Tai Či oslobodi
svakoga bremena

Koraci lagani
laki povezani
čijem se nahrani
nikad ne prestani

Ljudi se previše
okreću ka spolja
pritom često slabi
unutrašnja volja

Zato se okreni
i sebi k unutra
da budeš mirniji
i danas i sutra

TAI CHI 12

Svi mi cilj imamo
al’ put je poenta
ne treba nam pehar
medalja il’ lenta

Dok vežbamo laki
posvećeni srećni
smeši nam se sunce
na dan čist prolećni

TAI CHI 11

Dok mnogo sveta
leškari i spava
ovde nam miriše
pokošena trava

Odredi svoj pravi
naj prioritet
da li od sebe
gradiš kvalitet

TAI CHI 10

Celo telo se
kreće sliveno
puno energije
je skriveno

Oslobodi se
uz opuštanje
Tai Či je mirno
srećno kretanje

TAI CHI 9

Osmeh u srce
osmeh na lice
telo ti voli
te porukice

Unutrašnjim se
osmehom hraniš
i od bolesti
uspešno braniš

Stav prema životu
da zračiš sjajem
kroz Tai Či pokret
znanje ti dajem

I znanje a i
doživljaj lični
pokreti nisu
samo obični

Kroz svaki korak
okret il’ zanos
prolazi tobom
i čija nanos

Čula ti postaju
sve zrelija
intuicija
ti je oštrija

TAI CHI 8

Čarolija jutra
nek’ se prepozna
šta je to Tai Či
svako nek’ dozna

Biti sa sobom
i svojim telom
osećaj jedno
s planetom celom

Utopljen tiho
i uzvišeno
sa pokretima
u krilo njeno

Biti dovoljan
i usredsređen
obnovljen, voljan
i unapređen

TAI CHI 7

Prirodna sila
daje ti krila
krećeš se, letiš
lako ko vila

Bride ti ruke
pucketa i struja
posle vežbica
sve se leluja

Bistri se glava
pune baterije
nema nikakve
tu misterije

Prirodan svež je
isti nam dah
diši ko jedan
velik zamah

Pa kad zamahne
grupna silina
svakome oko
srca milina

TAI CHI 6

Iskoristi šansu
ulepšaj svoj dan
energizuj sebe
budi radostan

Radost snaga dođu
jačanjem svog toka
ako tok prekineš
cena je visoka

Prekinuti tok od
stresa i nevolja
ponovo pokreni
treba samo volja

Či mora da teče
i da se ispolji
tad si svakim danom
srećniji i bolji

Sad pomeraj telo
uz koncentraciju
vitalnost i elan
neka se uliju

TAI CHI 5

Tai Či je jedan način života
kad osećaš da je život divota
kad osećaš da je lepo biti ti
i kada se menjaš i kad si isti

TAI CHI 4

Kad ustaneš zorom
i isturiš grudi
ispraviš i leđa
udahneš, svoj budi

Ispruži tad ruke
uz udah se smeši
videćeš kako se
svaki problem reši

Balans duha, tela
postigneš iznutra
počni odmah sada
i ne čekaj sutra

TAI CHI 3

Volimo da svoje
vreme kreiramo
da sat odvojimo
i sebi ga damo

Tokom jednog sata
opušteni, voljni
radimo Tai Či
sebi smo dovoljni

TAI CHI 2

Kad pomisliš da si
prepun pundravaca
nemira, umora
od napornih faca

Tada se prepusti
upotrebi telo
neka diše čisto
kao poletelo

Zajedno dišemo
svi u isti mah
tela odvojena
isti nam je dah

Okupljena grupa
skroz koncentrisana
sad sci kao jedan
pokret nam je hrana

TAI CHI

TAI CHI

Neka teče energija
lagan pokret svakom prija
mic po micić naučićeš
baterije napunićeš

...

Neka teče energija
lagan pokret svakom prija
mic po micić naučićeš
baterije napunićeš

Iz ljubavi prema sebi
pokreni sad sjaj u tebi
neka ravnoteža bude
Tai Či je za sve ljude

Udisaji su lagani
zakorakni pa zastani
sve je forma nežna, blaga
odmah će ti biti draga

Blagost njena tiha voda
što može i breg da roni
unutrašnja snaga jača
od zdravlja sve puca, zvoni

MOHANJI, WELCOME TO SERBIA

WELCOME TO SERBIA

Dear Mohanji, you teach us
we all need to give love overt
selflessly, unconditionally
though it may sometimes hurt

Being so blessed with your presence
whenever I see your face
physical distance, doesn't conceal
your welcoming love and grace

I wanted to send you a word
something that will touch your heart
I wanted to make your heart smile
with some acts and words to impart

...

Your birthday message was a signpost
what is the best gift to give
you taught us in a few words
how it's blessed to live:

Let everyone express kindness
towards the hungry and needy
cause acts of love fulfill you more
than being selfish and greedy

Not only once, but consistently
whenever one feels like it
honestly, with deep compassion
love actively and never quit

Love your SELF by being non-violent
selfless, caring, detached
inspiring others on kindly acts
our consciousness will be matched

Love,
Biljana Vozarević

The Story of Manav and Atmananda

THE ETERNAL WINGS OF GRAND TRADITION

The Story of Manav and Atmananda
(a poem based on the Mohanji's story)


Manav, a 23-year- old man
sat near the Ganga that's flowing
staring at the hurrying water
how like time it's going

The moment you think of the present
it has already become the past
the moment you look elsewhere
gallons of water have rushed past

Life is a totally mad rush
where and when will the rush end
where is the time going to
who will this rush understand

People, seasons, events,
everything flows through time
unconsciously, uncontrollably
with or without reaching prime

Just like a big log rolling
up and down over the waves
unconsciously, helplessly,
people follow their craves

People come and vanish
then new people appear
they all also perish
What can we hold back here?

Asking the divine in the sky
echoed Manav's heart's cry
deciding to change the course
urging back to his source

Manav decided to go north
for the Himalayas for spiritual growth
he considered himself brave
he went on an uncertain life's wave

He went over tough terrains
tough times and unknown paths
leaving the world of pretensions
to achieve selflessness through pain or laughs

Some strangers asked him whether
he found what he'd been looking for
he said the point's not in finding
but knowing what he'd been seeking for

A man told him to meet Atmananda
it means long path of uncertainties
how, where and when to find him
nobody could give him any guarantees

What to do, to go or to stay back
staying means eternal stagnation
going means wild uncertainties
he'll walk further, he had determination

He feared staying more than going
whatever he chooses there's death in the end
three days he walked and met Atmananda
he'll throw his life in Atmananda's hand

Atmananda looked the same
as the stranger who guided him
Manav was stunned, does he err?
He was confused to the brim

He approached the group with this saint
who cracked jokes and laughed aloud
was this the man to acquaint
in the middle of the laughing crowd?

While Atmananda ignored him
Manav wondered about jokes
whether he searched for a laugh
cause laugh happiness invokes

He couldn't talk to Atmananda
who continuously ignored him
only after three days of trying
Manav got to talk to him

„This is dead. Where is life?“
The saint asked him a question
Manav was without answer
but followed the saint in action

The whole entourage reached a city
the place of filth and greed
Manav wondered why this pity
when the saint said using mind-read:

„I exist in the mountains
yet my feet are on the ground
my body is not my real 'size'
I am present all around

My consciousness is expanded
there's much one can see
I'm not only this body
with eyes you cannot see me“

But Manav was attached to the mountains
his source of peace and tranquility
a part of him wanted to escape
but he would feel very guilty

The other part of Manav told him
he found Guru, achieved this goal
though he didn't seem at all
to be so high and mighty soul

Atmananda kept wandering
never teaching significantly anyone
noone cared about hardships
uncertainty seemed to be fun

Everyone followed him aimlessly
enjoying his company only
Manav thought „Is this spirituality!?“
He was even more confused and lonely

The saint asked „Whom can you wake up?“
The question didn't seem like teaching
but he knew what he was doing
the answers were without reaching

„You can wake up only a sleeper
You can never wake up a pretender
Who only pretends to sleep
will never completely surrender

The Himalayas are full of pretenders
Many of them just twirl
I can see who sleeps, who pretends
I pick up only a real pearl.“

This was a revelation
of Atmananda's mission
who was to wake up sleepers
who think this life's not fiction

There are ultimate realities
and truth is hidden from the ignorant
The saint's mission is noble
waking up sleepers is important

„What is my role?“ Manav thought
Atmananda read his mind
He ordered Manav to beg
from various people unkind

He was to stay seven days
without coming back
completely shaken with this
no things should he pack

He worried the whole night
cause he'd never begged
he had money or earned it
it's what he never lacked

It sounds so humiliating
horribly ridiculing, too
it looks so embarrassing
he didn't know what to do

He lost his faith in Atmananda
and was bitterly disappointed
but somehow in the end
he did what he never wanted

The saint had given him the broken bowl
he extended it to the passers-by
one ridiculed him, „What a shame
for such young man to beg and sigh!

You lazy boy, find a job and work
you'd rather be fiddle and useless!“
He stood and begged until the noon
and got a coin in a way careless

He couldn't attune to this
hating humiliating life
noone had compassion, heart
regardless how they were smart

Without breakfast, without lunch
wishing job and dignity
he wanted to cheat and start work
but knew he would feel guilty

With iron determination
he accepted the absurd task
he'll survive this temptation
living with a beggar's mask

He drank water from street taps
at night he hardly took naps
he lay under a banyan tree
shivering from head to knee

It was windy it was cold
but his heart persistent, bold
nobody's protection near
he was to fight his own fear

He had to face many fears
with or without any tears
all his being was then shaken
he feared his life may be taken

He was terrified by the dark
creature, ghost, attacker, nark
darkness, shadows, threatening
he had 8 days for such living

Somehow he found will and strength
to go through tough 8-day length
He decided to tough it out
to continue without doubt

He could just go back with the bowl
humbly walk or even crawl
but ego didn't allow
ego made him tough somehow

He had a bath in the river
dirt and worries cleared
water was rejuvenating
his only clothes disappeared

There was nothing left
except from his begging bowl
He desperately asked God
„Why're such tests given to my soul?“

He had now unsightly look
humiliated, contempted, upset
there was some money he got and took
to enter a restaurant he wasn't let

He bought the food, ate outside,
with gratitude, without pride
he began to value coins
and the cloth covering his loins

Though he had enough money
he got food in broken bowl
the waiter skipped kindness
thinking he was out of control

Manav started the first bite
calmly, under the banyan tree
when suddenly a little girl
next to her mother, hungry

She smiled at him and approached
opened her small, hungry mouth
expecting him to feed her
his meal looked to her like routh

She wasn't crying for mum
her mum was still sleeping
this small toddler had tough times
starving without weeping

How to manage hunger, he could
learn from the little toddler
he fed her, she ate a lot
he felt the role of her father

Though there was no enough food
for his empty stomack wild
he felt deep satisfaction
for feeding a starving child

Manav went to other street
busy, where beggars compete
threatening to break his leg
or in other street to beg

This time he wasn't upset
his own pride began to melt
his ego wasn't heartfelt
in a new state now he dwelt

His stomack hungry again
made him ask for any food
he relied on compassion
whatever the waiter's mood

No compassion in a restaurant
for unsightly naked man
guests were full of contempt
the owner was indignant

He threw boiling water
at Manav, burning his skin
not only that his skin hurt
he was deeply hurt within

Overwhelmed by sadness
hunger and isolation
he started crying bitterly
letting go of inner tension

Passers-by saw him crying
put some coins in his bowl
he bought breakfast, food for body
received kindness, food for soul

At night he faced fears again
though there was nothing to protect
that's why he managed a bit of sleep
in severe wind, without blanket

Finally all eight days passed by
he had temptations variety
it was time to go back to his Master
but he needed directions from the society

Society didn't want to help him
looking shabby and repulsive
superficial judgements showing
no kindness, no words instructive

He went on, followed intuition,
he was walking towards the north
two days later, on the tenth day
he would never beg hence forth

He found Atmananda calm
as if without smile, recognition
without compassion, kindness, though
he'd been successful in his mission

Atmananda took the money
distributed what he gained
Manav felt his heart was breaking
-vanished what he painfully obtained

Not only these hard-begged coins
disappeared without trace
but also without words
of consolation, kindness, grace

Atmananda's posture cold
caused more disappointment
Manav was at his nerve's ends
thought of suicide commitment

„Take a bath, you stink“ Guru said
These words hurt him intolerably
He left Atmananda, went to the river
and wept uncontrollably

After the bath, after the tears
he felt slightly better
he put on some fresh clean clothes
thinking of Atmananda's matter

who was insensitive, sadistic, cruel
He wanted to go his own way
now only feeling like a tortured fool
he went to the saint, a word to say

The saint said „So, you're ready now
to be with me. Good.
You have faced all your fears
those temptations you withstood:

Fear of being alone, naked
of having to ask strangers
fear of having to beg
fears are not the same as dangers

Your ego melted a great deal
you can travel with me
go the path of pathlessness
be always expectation-free

Welcome to life of simplicity
purity in acts and mind
I'll be your very road sign
for what you seek, to find“

Manav's anger disappeared
there were no things that he feared
no humiliation traces
now he's ready for what he faces

He gained detachment from life
his sharp character smoothed
he started respecting everything
and his pain completely soothed

He saw life from different angles
learned the value of compassion
he learned the relevance of LOVE
and kindness, without agression

So many changes in ten days
Practical training, ego annihilation
He understood the saint's method
Manav found his path of liberation

Eternal unconditional love

All moments are in love
cause everything is love's creation
we bathe in love
we escape from it
but it is always there
love's always taking care
that we turn from illusions
to true threads of existence
to love beyond imagination
so open and welcoming
grateful and forgiving
no matter how you are living

the more you resonate with truth
the more your life will be sooth

Love of the eternal
is always there when you need it
Love that is impersonal
protects you if you believe in it

Štrajkovi

Nema potrebe da
nama vlada strah
iako je sistem
doživeo krah

Nek' smo živi, zdravi
ostalog će biti
uvek će se naći
nešto zaraditi

Na šta se fokusiraš to ti se povećava

Na šta se fokusiraš
to ti se povećava
pa tako i posao
gomila se strava

Inteligencija je
ceo kosmos ovaj
kada to prigrliš
svoj doprinos probaj

Gde je zafalilo
tu će ti dodatii
a gde je prelilo
tu će odvađati

Priča o Atmanandi

U potrazi za dragocenim 4, po Mohanovoj priči

Priča o Atmanandi


Bio jedan mudrac
monah indijski
Atmananda Čatania
duh vanserijski

Živeo je pre
nekoliko vekova
bio mimo svih
svetovnih tokova

Nisu ga zanimale
društva etikete
status ni podaci
što začas prolete

Ni identiteti
ni 'sigurni' dom
on je živeo skroz
naskroz po svom

U svakom je mestu
bio do tri dana
nije ga brinula
ni klima ni hrana

Život mu je bio
u putovanjima
od mesta do mesta
poručuje svima

Kako da se nose
u svome životu
kako da dožive
njegovu lepotu

Jednom je stigao
do velikog grada
tu beše i hram
svima treba nada

On je bio čuven
po svojoj mudrosti
jedva čekali su
da čuju novosti

Prvo priđoše mu
sudija sa ženom
„Poklonili ste se
smernošću iskrenom

Dogodine biće
pod srcem ti beba
ne moraš ni reći
vidim to vam treba

Sudija zatečen
spontanom najavom
podelio to sa
još ponekom glavom

Stiven Hauard je
sledeći stigao
dobroga čoveka
svet je poštovao

Bio je poreznik
na društvenom vrhu
poreklom Britanac
služio je svrhu

Odlučno kroz gužvu
prišao je svecu
„Ma ti si Indijac
kažem tebi belcu

Tvoja boja kože
krije ti poreklo
rodno od tih i tih
tvoje je poteklo“

Stiven je shvatio
Indija mu dom
zato se oseća
kao svoj na svom

„Ko si ti, kaži mi?“
pita Atmananda
„Ja sam vrh države“
„Ne znaš tačno, kanda“

Stiven izređao
svoje etikete
ponosno svakoja
zvanja mu izlete

„Ha ha ha ha još mi
nisi rek'o ko si
nabrajaš uloge
koje svako nosi

Ti nisi ni ime, kvalifikacije
ni položaj, status, nego izvan toga
ti si izvan svoje boje i nacije
ti si sveti duh i deo večnoga

Ti si večnost koja teče
sad u telu tvome
ti si ono što postoji
večnost u privremenome

Ono koje je sad budno
koje nekad razno sanja
i kada duboko spava
to su ljudske svesti stanja

Ti si sve i ti si ništa
paradoks prihvati ovaj
tek upoređen sa nečim
postojiš. Shvati, pogledaj:

Muž u odnosu na ženu
sin u odnosu na oca
brat u odnosu na sestru
identitet tako škljoca“

Stiven je bio opčinjen
shvaćenoj istini potčinjen
duboko u dušu pogođen
i najzad potpuno oslobođen

Atmananda se okrenu
prema grupici farmera
iako su bez statusa
da ih uči mu namera

„Neznanje nije vrlina
zakone zemlje nauči
primeni u korist svih
od predaje se oduči

Poštuj prirodu i njena
suptilna ispoljavanja
prihvati što je od Boga
bez zloupotrebljavanja

Šta život nanese prihvati
ne opiri se božjoj volji
podeli što imaš s drugima
posle teskobe su dani bolji

Kada je teško, izguraj
sej kad je klima povoljna
voće beri kada sazri
prati dešavanja spoljna

kada je koja sezona.
Nikada ne seci drvo
pre nego što li je spremno
je l' se naživelo prvo

Obožavajte drveće
k'o da su sveci čuveni
ne uništi bezobzirno
zbog njih smo blagosloveni

Šume pustite na miru
ne pravi u šumi njive
šume su domovi ptica
životinje u njoj žive

Ne uznemiri živi svet
postigni sa njime sklad
ne uznemiri prirodu
šume, životinje, nikad

Kuće gradi od kamena
koji je zreo i jak
taj može dugo da traje
svaki olujni oblak“

Mnogi su Atmanandi
nudili voće sveže
a on ga je podelio
onima što žive teže

Otišli su ispunjeni
skroz dubokim stanjem mira
onda je Atamananda
policajca komandira

Učio ovim rečima:
„Treba strogo kažnjavati
lopove, razne pljačkaše
jer ne smeju drugom krasti

Inače bez reda, kazni
nastupa zla anarhija
bezakonje, raspuštenost
samovolja, korupcija

Nenasilje da se neguje
ne zagađenost, nego čisto
uništenje javnog dobra
treba kazniti isto

Ako se zakon sprovede
bez nasilja prema ljudima
zemlja će napredovati
uz pomoć bespomoćnima

Iskorišćavanje slabih,
bespomoćnih, je kriminal
takva država propašće
besna deca biće signal

Prevencija kriminala
i očuvanje zakona
ozbiljne su teme koje
objavite na sva zvona

Potrebno je suptilnosti
srce puno samilosti
da bi se sproveo zakon
uverenja, poniznosti“

Policajca komandira
pogodiše reči ove
sagnu se uz dubok naklon
te ode, jer dužnost zove

Prostitutki među svetom
Atmananda se obrati
„Ti žena od boga data
koju društvo stalno blati

Služiš bez svoga života
sagorevaš kao sveća
pa je bezbednost svih žena
na ulici zato veća

Jer smiruješ muške strasti
frustriranih, usamljenih
tvoj položaj je bez časti
nezavidan, bespomoćni

A ipak tvoje je srce
čisto, nikom zlo ne želiš
niti mržnju, ni osvetu
nego samo ljubav deliš

Zato blagoslov ti dajem
i duboko ti se klanjam.“
Svi su stali zapanjeni
„Šta govori, da li sanjam?“

Mentalna je ravnoteža
pojedinaca značajna
pojedinci čine društvo
nek' je ravnoteža trajna

Biznismen je tad prišao
duboko se naklonio
Atmananda video da
naklon drugom namenio

„Verujem dragi stražaru
da si na pogrešnom mestu
i sad zanima te biznis
idi ti na drugu cestu

Ovde samo traćiš vreme
ništa ti ja nemam dati
ono što ti dati mogu
ti ne umeš ni primati.“

Postiđen bio biznismen
mislio je neka greška
pa mu je reč Atmanande
pala nepravedno teška

Nisam ja običan stražar
imam ja draguljarnicu
nejveći restoran, butik
džip, brod i piljarnicu

Čak i hranu dajem hramu
za siromašne i gladne.“
Nasmeja se Atmananda
„Tvoje su reči paradne.

Nisi ovamo došao
zbog mene već zbog Stivena
da bi još više stekao
blaga, statusa, imena

Zašto glumiš i poziraš
ja dobro vidim kroz tebe
previše si posesivan
nemaš slobodu za sebe

Ti si stražar svoga blaga
ne daš slobodu ni drugom
praviš od ljudi robove
a ipak se boriš s dugom

Iako ti imaš blaga
kasniš s plaćanjem računa
čak i tvoja porodica
tvojih hirova je puna

Ne uživaš u životu
ti u srcu nemaš mira
stalno brineš zbog lopova
ne spavaš, to te nervira

Pun si briga ili straha
cela porodica pati
misliš da ćeš kad daš hranu
nedela s' oslobađati

Nikad nećeš biti sretan
uz takav način života
otuđen od sebe ne znaš
šta je duhovna divota

Isprazni se od svog ega
mudrost u te ću uliti
prestaćeš da budeš stražar.
nećeš ti doveka biti

Svako blago kratkotrajno
život ćeš napustiti sam
bićeš samo šaka praha
nešto ću da ti odam

Gramzivost, zavist mizerna
dovode do mizerije
smrt od svega te odvaja
silom i to tajna nije

Ljubomora, zavist, ego
svi ti derivati straha
zemaljske su emocije
koje dovode do kraha

Budala si što misliš da
poštuju te jer te vole
a oni se pretvaraju
za tvoje se novce mole

Boje te se jer si moćan
imaš svuda veze jake
niko za te nema ljubav
strahuju zbog tvoje banke

Kada umreš, tvoja deca
radovaće se veoma
razbaštinaće bogatstvo
sebično i bez pardona

Slobodni od tiranije
šta će sada sa slobodom
neće znati uživati
obrukaćeš se porodom

I ne samo obrukati
kroz njih mnogo ćeš patiti
sin ti već blago rasipa
ćerka ne zna se skrasiti

Sve dok ne odbaciš ego,
svoj sadašnji gramziv stav
i pređeš na dobrodušnost
i bezuslovnu ljubav

Dotle nemir će u tebi
sve više patnje stvarati
Čak i ako ti dam mudrost
ne možeš je zadržati

Ona dragocenija je
od sveg blaga što sad imaš
ne može se kupovati
ne možeš da je uzimaš

Ova jadna žena ovde (i pokaže na prostitutku)
bogatija je od tebe
ona bebu napuštenu
primila je sad kod sebe

Tu bebu su ostavili
nepoznati roditelji
bacili u neku kantu
u đubretu ko postelji

Iako je siromašna
neguje i novu dušu
a ti kad ti prosjak dođe
huškaš pse da ga za gušu

Ili bacaš vrelu vodu
grubom silom ih oteraš.
Moje vreme samo traćiš
novcem ne možeš sve da znaš“

Svi su posmatrali ćutke
nastao je potpun tajac
biznismen je zaprepašćen
pred svima ispao pajac

Potpuno je razotkriven
ego mu je skrušen pao
pao je svecu pred noge
grcao je i plakao

Atmananda tad ustao
već je prošlo posle podne
sada će da krene dalje
već je sunce zalazilo

Razdelio sve poklone
koje je tu dobijao
dao je što je primio
onom ko nije imao

Potpuno je oslobođen
bio i od nemaštine
potpuno je oslobođen
bio i od imovine

Ćutke zakoračio je
u reku da se okupa
zatim na meditaciju
u hram posvećeno stupa

Tihi zalazak je sunca
Atmananda čist i miran
u životu ovog sveca
bio je to dan tipičan

Story of Atmananda

Swami Atmananda
an Indian monk
wandered in detachment
from all the social junk

He never stayed longer
than 3 days in a place
On his journeys, people
respected his face

One day he stopped at a
temple to bless people
to a magistrate and wife
his answer was simple

„You prostrated at my feet
next year you’ll have a child“
He knew without any words
what’d been their problem wild

Good news spreaded really fast
and reached Stephen Howard
the Collector of the City,
a Britishman cultured

As the ruler of the city
he quickly got through the crowd,
Atmananda explained to him
his origin was Indian proud

When the holy monk asked him
„Tell me who you are“
Stephen started listing his
identities like a star

Atmananda loudly laughed:
„Ha ha ha ha ha
you still didn’t tell me though
who you really are

You are not your name, surname,
position, qualification,
you are not your relationships
nor colour or your nation

You are much beyond all that
you’re eternal soul!
You’re eternally flowing through
wake-dream-deep sleep- whole.

It is true that you are both
everything and nothing
your whole very existence
is in relation to something“

Stephen realised the truth,
it exploded in his spine
awakening since his birth
shed tears grateful, divine

Atmananda turned towards
those who’d come for blessing
he accepted poor farmers
with love, without classing

He said ignorance is bad
and taught them some virtue
„Apply the knowledge to
respect mother nature

Never surrender to silly
emotions, nor exploitation
share selflessly with others
use wise cultivation

When times are tough then survive
when climate is good then sow
only reap when fruits are ripe
seasons are to follow

Never cut a tree that yet
has not fully grown
worship trees, they are asset
leave forests alone

Co-exist in harmony
with all animals in peace
build houses with matured stones
their stability increase“

Then farmers felt deeply
fulfilment at once
thankful for these words of light
dissolving ignorance

Next, message to the police
officer who was with Stephen
„Non-violence is a virtue
or punishment should be given

Stealers and contaminators,
public property destroyers,
should be punished all at once
train well all the lawyers

Enforce the law with compassion
sensitiveness, dare
helplessness is a crime, too
enforce law with care“

Officer understood words
and bowed humbly down
he melted in gratitude
and went to watch his town

Later Atmananda said
to a prostitute in the crowd
because of your service
lonely men are satisfied

You are like a candle
burning yourself for strangers
because of you many women
walk freely without rape dangers

No woman will want to
be in your helpless shoes
with lifestyle of nobody
that people only accuse

I bow to you, divine woman
while society stress you
your heart brims with kindness
and love, so I bless you“

A business came and he first
tried to bow down at Stephen
even in front of the holy man
he’s acting as businessman

„My beloved watchman
you’re at wrong destination
I don’t have commercial value
you’re wasting your attention“

The businessman felt embarrassed
and prostrated confused
he thought the monk made a mistake
and that’s why he refused

„I am not a mere watchman
I own many luxuries“
Atmananda laughed aloud
at these sceneries

„My friend, I know why you’re here
you’ve no faith in me
my picture of you’s very clear
you’re rich, but not free

Being over-possessive
you treat ones as slaves
although you have abundance
you’re your money’s graves

You think you can pay to God
money for your sins
never, cause you alienated
yourself from God, but God wins

You’re a cup filled up to brim
with ego and attitude
empty yourself to get
wisdom and be renewed

Remember, all that you think
you can’t take to death-bed
greed-driven life will lead you
only to a sad end

Greed, envy and jealousy,
ego are really poisonous
these terrestrial emotions
are utterly disastrous

Beware dear foolish man
you have no true love
people pretend their respect
you’ll lose what you’re proud of

Avoid suffering and shift
to benevolence
and unconditional love
that is life’s essence

I’ve got nothing to give you
even if I want to
because you can’t keep it with you
your greed will finally daunt you

You’ll suffer through family
they squander your wealth
cause you’re selfish, they are, too
they’ll be rejoiced by your death

I can offer you the wealth
that cannot be bought by money
it could save you and others
from your abusing tyranny

Look at this compassionate woman
her heart is rich and divined
she takes care of abandoned baby
she is poor but her heart is kind

And you poured hot water
on the beggars hungry
you let fearsome dogs
on whom you were angry“

After this there was a silence
nobody dared to move
the businessman stunned and shaken
couldn’t his shock remove

He sat there rapt in awe
as if he saw a ghost
stripped completely in front of the crowd
exposed what had been inmost

His ego was annihilated
he fell at the feet of the saint
and wept uncontrollably
initiated, cleansing from constraint

The saint stood up, it was time
to take bath and meditate
he distributed what he’d received
at this compassionate sunset

He went quietly to the river
took his bath, went into the temple
that was a typical Atmananda’s
day, holy, pure and simple

(This poem was inspired by Mohanji's story "Searching for Precious 4"