Sunday, April 29, 2012

எச்சி - ECHCHI




It is a real shocker for the panicky mothers of Hamam Soap type, to read about the concept of echchi (spit) by a Siddhar Paper Swami.

கறந்தபாலும் எச்சி                               (Drawn milk is spit of calf)
பறித்த பூவும் எச்சி                                (Harvested Flowers are spit of bees)
எடுத்த தேனும் எச்சி                            (Honey is spit)
பிறந்த பிள்ளையும் எச்சி                  (Born Child is spit of sperms)

These spits Milk, Flowers, Honey are the holy things offered to God.

Then,

படித்த வேதமும் எச்சி                          (The veda you recite is spit,
                                                                         The mantras in it are – spit.
                                                                         All pleasures are but spit.
                                                                         All seven worlds are – spit.
                                                                         Honeyed sperm is spit.
                                                                         Intellect is spit.
                                                                         Enlightment is spit
                                                                         There is nothing, indeed,
                                                                         nothing that is not spit!
















Source: From Siddhar Peruman Paper Swamigalin Jeeva Saritham;

Some more poems of Sivavakkiyar from "The Poets of Power."

HERE IS NO BECOMING

What are temples, tell me!
And what are sacred tanks?
O you poor slaves who worship
in temples and tanks!
Temples are in the mind.
Tanks are in the mind.
There is no Becoming,
There is not Unbecoming,
None, none whatever!


ULTIMATE CAUSE

He is not Hari, He is not the Lord Siva.
He is the Ultimate Cause,
In the Beyond of Beyond,
Transcending Blackness, Redness, and Whiteness.
Immovable.
Try not to understand:
He is not big, He is not small.
He is Infinite Distance,
Immovable,
Transcending even
Supreme Quiescence.

THE SUPREME

The slothful
 Sluggards
 Say: He is far, far, far
 Away!
But the Supreme It
Is spread everywhere
on Earth and in Heavens.
O you poor dumb ones,
running
stunned and suffering
through towns and fields and forests
in Search!
He is right there
within you!
Stand still
and feel Him,
feel!
  - Sivavakkiyar

SILENCE


Silence, unmoved and rising,
Silence, unmoved and sheltering,
Silence, unmoved and permanent,
Silence, unmoved and brilliant,
Silence, broad and immense like the Ganga,
Silence, unmoved and increasing,
Silence, white and shining like the Moon,
Silence, the Essence of Siva.


MELT WITH THE HEART INSIDE

In the Four Eternal Vedas,
In the study and reading of scripts,
In sacred ashes and in Holy Writs
And muttering of prayers
You will not find the Lord!
Melt with the Heart Inside
and proclaim the Truth.
Then you will join the Light-
Life without servitude.


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