Behind the iron kirtan of the ego mind, with its multiplicity of voices, organized as the attacking call of the judgmental parental superego and the defensive child reactivity, lies the witness who refuses to identify, or participate, in the irony of the iron chords that steal away one’s peace. Melt the steel of the ego’s old bulwarks and bastions, the concrete thinking that imprisons consciousness in the darkness of its rusting residues and tarnished fantasies.
Behind the iron kirtan of the egoic voices lies the symphony of silence of the divine mind, the angelic luminosity and fecund beauty of boundless creativity that thrives in the universe of love that is the Self.
Make use of the audible kirtan in your sadhana, to call with pure devotion, parabhakti, to the Source of Being, for union, salvation, for absolute liberation from all suffering, all trauma, all ignorance and all illusion. The sonic salvoes of supreme surrender of the mind to Brahman will yield the fruit of the sweetest honey-golden kirtan, the nectar of immortal bliss.
Behind the iron kirtan, heaven waits to emerge into the open space of the seeker’s consciousness, when Self-enquiry inaugurates a gap in the discourse of the egoic mind, and opening ever wider the curtain of nescience, the power of Spirit forever dissolves the diaphanon between the phenomenal illusion and the noumenal Real.
Simply respond to the call of God, the urge to transcendence, and meet the Self at the immovable spot that soulful lovers know from endless eternity as the birthplace of all buddhas. Do not be budged from the bhajan of the Buddha-mind. Realizing the uninterrupted beatitude of Being is the divine right of those in yoga with Anuttara, the unsurpassable Shiva, Who is the Self Supreme.
May you sing the golden kirtan of immortal delight, severing all ties with the kali yuga, the iron age of cacophony and chaos, and remain forever focused on summoning the next sat yuga, the heavenly era, into the measureless music of time.