Title : From behind my eyes Have you seen God? Silence Can you show me God? Silence What is the price? I will offer you life-long servitude. Long Silence “God is not an object. He is the subject. He cannot be seen. He is the seer. Find out who is the seer”. These words of Bhagwan Ramana Maharshi brought an end to the life-long, passionate search of Harilal Poonja for God. The one who wandered the length and breadth of the country in search for an answer, found the culmination of his search within himself. The thirst was finally quenched. The journey from Man to God for Papaji was accomplished in an instant. Searching? What? The history of mankind has many stories of people who searched for something and dedicated their lives to that search. Some, like Siddhartha, walked out from the comforts of the world, embraced abject poverty, and went on an outer and inner search that would consume the rest of their lives. Siddhartha was not the only one, there were many like him, and most never made it to the history books, for which they least cared anyway. In their passion for what they were seeking, they exhibited total disregard for what the rest of the world coveted. They treated wealth and fame like trash and burnt their minds, bodies and souls in the search. From the accounts of great masters, we know that they seem to have finally found something that gave them total liberation from the miseries of human life and transformed them into Gods. The question is : What were they searching and what did they find? Having said that, I look at the beautiful stone statue of Gautama, the Buddha, in my living room and wonder how many have used him as a decoration without even understanding what made him the Buddha or even contemplating on what made him reject the very riches we run after. It is indeed ironic that the One who gave up an entire kingdom to embrace poverty was making my drawing room look more opulent. We are what we look at It just so happens that what is an unfathomable mystery for one , is a mundane, everyday stuff, for another. A blade of grass may forever elude someone’s attention and yet may strike someone else as an awesome work of creation. A new father may flaunt his new child as his own, without even realising the great magic that turned a couple of fused cells into the human in his palms. What grabs our attention, draws us towards itself and creates our reality. Whatever is beyond our perception or field of vision, for all practical purposes, does not exist at all. Our human existence is just a play of our attention and focus, nothing else. And then our design makes us look outwards, take in stimuli, process the collected data, and react back. Our total focus and energies are directed towards the world that lies outside of us. It is the world that constantly challenges us into engagement and draws our attention back every time we look away. It throws at us it’s temptations, traps us into desires and involves us fully till we are dead and buried. We may take birth, live a life and pass away without ever wondering at the incredible mystery of our being. Speaking of our attention, I cannot even recall the last time I stared at the sky and enjoyed the view of infinity. It has been a while since I lied flat on my back and lost myself in the immenseness of what was above and around. It is of relief to know that in this sheer vastness, we – or our worldly worries, failures or successes – don’t really matter. We are but a speck of dust, too insignificant to be worried about, in this overall scheme of things. Masters say that it is from this feeling of being nothing that the great realisation of being everything emerges. But that is what the masters say, and for the time being, till that realisation comes, it is great to be nothing. The Sky is a testament of how we live under the roof of awesomeness and are yet bored with our lives and it’s daily chores because we spend most of it looking down. Because in the final analysis, we are what we look at. But we are on the God Path But look closely – every effort, by the sinner or a saint, always strives for an expansion – physical, material, mental or spiritual. Man, in its incredible story so far, has expressed nothing but an unconscious desire to expand into something larger than himself. Continuous improvement and a journey towards perfection is the essential underlying backdrop of this story. Man has always, deep within, experienced an existence larger than his physical body and the limits of his intellect and mind. Every invention made by man, and every poem written by him, and in each of his achievements, he has expressed nothing but his essential spiritual nature which manifests in him as an intention to be perfect. But what is this in us that drives us to this perfection? And then, what do we finally become? God? Forget the answer, the Question itself eludes most But for most of humanity, life is a daily ritual from sunrise to sunset, from breakfast to dinner, and is just a process of continuous breathing, and a obsessive engagement with survival, power, wealth or something earthly. Millions, no trillions, since our birth as a specie have come and gone without sparing a thought for the great mystery of life. The modern man has fared no better. He has found a thousand ways to engage his mind into pursuits of every kind. He has taken strides in science and has progressed exponentially in material terms. Having conquered the land and oceans, he set his sight on space and reached out to the stars. He