Saturday, May 17, 2014

The Tao of Sully

One for me, for later...

Krishna’s Flute

Krishna’s flute is the symbol of freedom or pranava. He has preached prema, love, through his flute. He has created this world out of the sound of Omkara that emanates from his flute.
Once the gopis asked Murali, Krishna’s flute: “O Murali, tell us the truth. What merits does our Lord see in you that he holds you so lovingly and tenderly day and night that you might drink deep the nectar of his lovely lips and installs you as the most beloved queen among us all? Where lies the charm, the beauty, the grace and attractiveness in you? Will you not reveal that secret to us, the constant beggars of Krishna’s love? Though black and born of a wild bamboo family, you have bewitched our lord. When he plays upon you, the peacock madly dances to your tunes, and other birds stand dumb on the summit of the hills. Even the most dreadful cobra is humbled and becomes spellbound. We the gopis lose our normal consciousness and hurriedly wear our nose rings in the ears and earrings in the nose to meet him. The cows give up their grazing and the calves their sucking and stand like statues with ears erect and rapt attention. Ah! How alluring is the melody of your music! It seems you are not a flute, but a magic wand. Your music is like spiritual bliss materialized. It attracts and holds the jivas and their roaming vrittis in supreme and solemn peace of Brahman. Lulled by your melodies, they are lost in the supreme self devoid of all personality. It is as if anahata nada, the inner unceasing sound of yogis, is externalized. So tell us your secret.”
Murali replied: “My dear friends, I know neither magic nor any arts of attraction. I do not possess any merits also. Dead ignorant of them all, I am simply a forest reed, all hollow within and bereft of any beauty. Krishna, my lord, lover and bearer, calls this attitude of mine the greatest virtue and is extremely pleased with it. He over and over whispers into my ear-hole this excellent teaching: ‘Empty yourself and I will fill you.’ I have realized its truth, and I obey it to the very letter. This is magic, if magic you will call it. This is my strength. It is he who sings through me and enchants you all. My dear friends, if you too empty yourselves of all the arrogant airs of your beauty, excellence, family pride and possessions, he will fill every nerve and atom of your body with his love and life. Does the pervading air not fill a jar when it is emptied of other stuff? He will not leave you even for a moment, and will sing through you the sweet melodies of harmony and peace to the whole world.
As I understand, every creature here is his flute, the instrument of expressing his divine voice. You too are his Murali. He sings sweet melodies through your tongue, beauties through your eyes and fragrance through your nose. Every heart is madhuban, the seat of all his lilas, the rendezvous of all the gopis, the centre of all the vrittis. There the only Purusha is Krishna. All others have to make a passive surrender to him.”
This body is the flute of Krishna in the microcosm. If you can destroy your egoism and have total self-surrender, unreserved atma-nivedan to the Lord, he will play on the body flute and bring out melodious tunes. You will become merged in his will. He will work unhampered through your instruments – body, mind and senses. You can rest very peacefully then without care, worry or anxiety. You can watch the play of the universe as a sakshi, witness. Then your sadhana will go forward by leaps and bounds because the divine will and grace will work through you. In fact, you need not do any sadhana at all, only practise self-surrender from the very core of your heart, with all your being. Learn the lesson from the flute and follow its ways. If you have offered yourself at the feet of Krishna, you have already reached the goal, you have already attained the realm of peace, the kingdom of immortality. You have found the joy that never fades, a life that never dies. You have reached the other shore of fearlessness, which is beyond darkness, despair, doubt, grief, sorrow, pain and delusion.
Purify your mind. Destroy your negative tendencies and egoism. Hear once more the flute of the flute-bearer of Vrindavan, his immortal song of Bhagavad Gita and allow him to play in this body flute of yours.
All the sounds are his voice. Let his will be done. Be completely resigned to him, so that he may shine through your eyes, speak through your tongue and smell through your nostrils. Merge your little self into the Supreme Self. Give up all ideas of agency. Do not say, “I am the doer and enjoyer.” Say once more along with me, “O Lord, I am your flute, blow me as you will; a puppet in your hands, simply to act as you will.” Call him fervently with single-minded devotion. Sing this song of welcome and he will surely appear before you:
He Krishna aajaa bansi bajaa jaa.
He Krishna aajaa geeta sunaajaa.
He Krishna aajaa maakhan khaajaa.
He Krishna ajaa lilaa dikhaajaa.
O Krishna, come and play your flute.
O Krishna, come and sing your song.
O Krishna, come and taste the butter.
O Krishna, come and play before us.


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Not the Last Smoking PUCK!

May 17, 2014

And for my Playoff Beard...the time has come to trim.
Alas, the Bruins exit the 2014 Stanley Cup Playoffs in the 2nd round, in a Game 7 Home-Ice loss versus the rival Montreal Canadiens.
The Conference Finals start today.  With Les Habitants Montreal facing-off against my least-favorite ice hockey squad in the World: The Blueshirts of Manhattan...the New York Rangers.
Out West, the Chicago Blackhawks meet the L.A. Kings for what feels like the 4th straight year.
My sentiments for the Eastern Conference Finals can be summed up in a Tweet I made the other day...
I've never been married.  My father is not a billionaire.  In fact, I adore both bergs...I'm in love with both cities.  Montreal and NYC are my kind of places.
Yet, I don't mind the Habs as much as I do the Rangers.  I got that jones of the Masshole laying their SportsHate on our NY cousins.  My appreciation for the Habs come from witnessing first-hand their fans!  And nothing so brings bile to my mouth such as to see a Yankees cap-wearing Blueshirt fans, walking around in throngs in Beantown Faire, on a Saturday Afternoon matinee gameday.
How to quantify a SportsHate?  
How do I describe it?  Where to begin?
I used to spit on the ground at sight of a Yankees cap, years ago.  Back in the whole "Yankees Suck!" swoon that befell our Red Sox Nation in the waning daze of the 20th Century.  Like an Orwellian "2-Minutes Hate" lasting entire baseball seasons, spilling out onto football (see NY Jets) and cultured an unreasonable Mob Mentality.  I've been to so many nights at Fenway & the Garden, in the older days & cheaper seats, that "Balcony" or "Bleacher" Brain we all get.

For me, a few things happened.  The Path to Enlightenment, which calls for me to call such things like "SportsHate" pure folly, laugh at it and walk away.  And 9/11.  Wherein lax security in Beantown Faire led to the Twin Towers falling.  The 21st Century also ushered in a new paradigm of success to all the local Sports Teams.  Crying hate doesn't seem as fun once you've tasted Real Victory a few times.
This pic above actually happened.  On Game Day, of Game 7 versus the Habs.  I was walking through the MIT Campus on a gloriously sunny afternoon.  Where I could not help but notice this guy.  I walked right up to him.  I could just tell he was French-Canadian.  So in my useful knowledge of Languages, I say, "Mon Ami! Un Photo avec Moi, s'il vous plait?".  He smiled and we took this.  I gave him a fist pound and said "Merci!"
You know...Being a Good Fan is part of Good Sportsmanship.  In case you missed it...

So stay tuned.  And drop the SportsHate like a faceoff puck.
You can still "Booo!!!" the CooperAlls off of P.K. Subban all you want!  The focus should be your Love of the Game, not the relishing of bad feelings.
"SHOOT!  SKATE!!  HIT 'EM!!!  C'MON!!!"

love, love, love,

Eric O'Sullivan
Boston, MA USA

Sunday, May 04, 2014

Saturday, May 03, 2014

The Smoking PUCK!

May 3, 2014

Hey all & Welcome to the Smoking PUCK!
It's kinda funny, considering myself a Blogger on Hockey and a Bruins Fan to boot, that I haven't had much to say seeing it's now Round 2 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs!!
What needs to be said besides "watch it!"
Yet, Congratulation to the Beantown Bee's on earning the President's Cup.  This award goes to First Place Overall in the Regular Season & bestows Home Ice Advantage for the Span of their Playoff Run.
I like the "architecture" of these 2014 NHL Playoffs...no not the new Playoff/Wildcard thingy.  I'm looking at the talent left after the first round and see a glorious opportunity for a Rematch, but also nothing but Original Six teams.  The Bruins beat the Detroit Red Wings in the First Round.  Now, they face-off against the rival Montreal Canadiens.  Winner of this will play the winner of the Pittsburgh Penguins/NY Rangers.
Over in the West, the Anaheim Ducks & L.A. Kings tilt while the Minnesota Wild find themselves versus defending Cup Champions, the Chicago Blackhawks.
So, Dear OCHO...
Do You See What I See?  
No, I'm not outright rooting for the NYC Rangers yet I am rooting for an All-Original Six Run to the Cup...and a rematch against the Blackhawks.
The Bruins are in their element, "the Second Season" as an Elite Team.
So let's go Bruins!