For what fear could be greater than that of being a forgotten seed? Full of potentiality, trapped in itself.

Forgotten Seed




I wake to sound.
The first sound.
The sound of all.
Sound, which woke the universe from its slumber.
Sound, that allowed the universe to realize it could hear; that revealed the internal and external,  reflected in manifest polarities.

Before sound there is darkness. The darkness of sleeping man.
The deaf, mute, formless.
Man, unmanifest, to become with sound, manifest.

Where there is no sound one is void of hearing, and in silence one returns to unmanifest consciousness. To pure potentiality. Senseless, infinite, all and nothingness.

Upon sound,  one becomes. One finds it has ears to hear, which in turn rouses sight from darkness.

In the beginning there was Sound.

Journeys from the Fire


Parvathy 3 Bauls


I sit by the fire, the earth by my side, water in my hand, breath in my lungs, space in my being. I inhale, I exhale. I identify the elements in myself and guide them with my breath and conscious mind; I anchor my form and presence to the elements, and by doing so, I coalesce into all that is and lose definition. I expand into the ether and lose sense of where I begin and end. Infinite, I realize the truth professed by the Bon*; I understand that integration of the elements results in surrender to the infinite cosmos, and therefore surrender of Self, to the Self.

The spaces between us, within us, the synaptic connections that define our relativities, form and movement, are the same as those which govern the infinite universe. In balance, we reveal our natural order, and align with not only the material environment, but also with the structure of the universe, with all energy and matter. From this alignment we expand, like an extension of our limbs, we begin to experience the shapeless, formless, That, in which we exist. We gain cognitive experience of what it is to be infinite in being and understand the meaning of so many scriptures that profess our conscious unity with all That is.

One need not be a saint or sage to experience such bliss, for we live in an age where pathways to the Divine are left like open books, for us to access with our minds and bodies. However, these pathways require discipline, courage and humility, and ultimately, the willingness to surrender ego – the final frontier of fear. How strong is your faith in Self, to surrender the reins? To allow yourself to have no control, and therefore align with your natural state?

Sometimes when I hear these melodies, churned by voices and breath, by string and palm rhythms, I feel my body seize, trying to contain that which moves me, whilst simultaneously trying to harness the movement into myself. The force is so strong, I am afraid of what would happen if I were to surrender completely. Will I go mad? Will I ever return to this world?

The only thing that scares me more, is the thought of dying without ever knowing.

Gently, I dip my toe into the ocean of such existentialism. It beckons to me through the music, through the wind and the trees, the sun and the stars; it streams to me through the blood in my veins. It seeks me out as I take coy glances towards its beauty. Like lovers lost, we begin to find each other. And in moments of peace, when I least expect, it cascades through me, leaving me exhilarated and hushed by the magnificence of such great love.


* “Bon is Tibet’s oldest spiritual tradition. It includes teachings and practices applicable to all parts of life, including our relationship with the elemental qualities of nature; our ethical and moral behavior; the development of love, compassion, joy and equanimity; and Bon’s highest teachings of the “Great Perfection,” dzogchen” –





Rafts in the River – Visits from the Goddess through the hand of Ironbiter.


‘I wait for the good times. I float on the dark water. Shall I drown or return where I came from?  There is nowhere to cross.

Tell me Grandmother,  what do I do now?  How can my heartbeat and breath bear both empty and full sounds and travel through all the hard waves to you?

“Your blankness will cleanse you. Bliss will come out from the fullness of your life and surround you. Follow the moon,  the water, the womb song.

Leave the bright heavens,  the stars and the hot sun. Always by turns I flow and shrink from you. This is part of the changing being that is.

You have stuff in your mind from living. You bury the heavier stuff that has come from your dying.  This makes you two layers. You ask yourself which is the real one.  You begin thinking perhaps you are two ones.

A split mind is torn from itself in the day’s tides. It moves mostly upwards and downwards and cannot go beyond you.  I am neither above you nor beyond you,  beneath you nor behind you.

Stay by me and sit at my feet here. I will teach you to be still and watch change. Your mind contains powers with their centres all moving,  revolving,  each at its odd speed. Only the slowest, from inside,  can see all the fast ones.

Therefore,  to listen,  stop struggling, sit still and do not move.”

Suzanne Ironbiter
Devi Mother of My Mind
PRAJNA, Discourses on Wisdom
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