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I was staring at the photo of my family (sin my dad) , a classic old photo I had scanned in for.. Anyways, its a bit well old and wrinkly par none. But today, I stared at my the eyes everyone. She is the center. That means so many things. Devi, is the bindhu . My mom is central . My sister. It could be like that. But anyways. I notice. Differences and a divine similarity. One. My moms eyes. clear , crisp, inoccently happy. My brothers, round like a fawd luic clear dark and heavy, like a sambhogi . One who enjoys this world and the spiritual ones; but has attained a higher feeling of the truth imbided in the spirit. Yes a learned sadhak with intense concentration on his Guru, can feel the slightest magnitude of shakti in any man, and the strong iron fillings of the divine longing experienced in a soul that is in the process of awakening to the dawn. My brothers eyes here are probably the most shapely. He is more outwardly bent. But tremendously peaceful. Both my moms and brothers are benign. Looking out into - . My moms more directly but still not focused on that - more on That. Like a presence of peace. My brothers are distant in more a direct manner. Further facing but the roundness gives it a very warming presence , like you are entering a garden. My sisters, so dark, very direct- lik a hallow look. Her eyes are the darkest most prominent. As if a spark of god, lights from within, a direct noble look- one of truth defiant of whatever else- They are the darkest and only eyes looking directly at the - besides my own, which are round but also kind of tired and like an old soul lies inside like you can see into and their is mischief in those eyes. I have never really studied my own eyes. When I look at my eyes all I feel is the intense sadness of seperation and how the Master has looked into my eyes. I cannot bare to stare at her eyes when she is staring at me for more than a little longer; a pain of seperation rushses from me, like a gushing river unlocked- and I year to dam that back in quickly in some subtle form of thought like bitting my arm like a dog thinking the blood oozing out is seperate of my own - and then a presence of intense desire manifests to be closer to Her. To feel the magnetism of her flowing white gown, which you can feel even 50 feet away , like a charge of lighting in the deep blue clouds. In my eyes there is a quest and a naughtyness. But there is a comfort and iswara chaitanya, which is present in all our faces very very clearly. My soul and my brothers , are similar but different; quite the same but no, and must move forward to reach God. I must cultivate that within and make it grow and contain it and use it . My sisters is like a bold righteous person, eyes that are strong of God. She will have to put in the effort to rise above the regular state of mankind, into the ever heights of Gods bliss. It seems all my family members are born with a rare blessing from God; an indelectable voracious capacity to feel the presence of the infinte mother, and her love and guidance. Through many lives we are born and die, and for a reason Sri Buddha said we are born with the souls we are in the family bonds we create, and share, and sometimes cling to in death.
Om Namah Shivaya