Bardo

As If Motion of Endless (Quasi moto Infinito)

The intermediate state between death and a new birth is called Bardo. An innumerable succession of births and deaths, like day and night, replaces one another until a human being reaches a moment from which movement begins in the opposite direction—toward the Primordial Source. This reverse movement is the path of return and ascent, and it is the very same path by which the descent into what is called human existence once occurred.

This reverse path is not death, and it is fundamentally different from the almost endless cycle of births and deaths. On the contrary, it is a Door that opens and leads beyond the cycle of birth and death and the revolving wheel of Samsara.

The experience of death is the most significant experience for a human being. Yet the experience of Samadhi goes far beyond death. In Samadhi, the body and the mind undergo death, but only then can the realization of the Self occur. For the “I” is neither the body nor the mind. The “I” has never been born and has never died. Birth and death are merely scenery appearing on the screen of the consciousness in which the “I” is perceived.

All living beings revolve within the cycle of life and death like clay upon a potter’s wheel. Driven by their own karma, they are compelled to wander endlessly, without refuge and without rest. Only one who has realized Samadhi, who has realized the truth of the Self, can exist beyond all this. Such a liberated Soul, even if born among people, never loses the remembrance of the Self. These Souls come in order to become a bridge for others, just as someone once became a bridge for them.

For such Great Souls, death and birth have no significance.
Only Great Love and Compassion become the reason for their return into Bardo and into a new form of manifestation of the cosmic Lila.

Song lyrics (literal translation from Ukrainian):

Wings slice through the air,
It is the hawks that fly,
My body is all around,
But it is no longer I.

The Earth is hard as stone,
Trees do not grow,
No fire can consume,
Though the hawks devour.

Life spins the wheels,
And Karma grows like grass,
People are born –
Perhaps I may be born of them.

Samsara and Nirvana,
As Heaven and Earth,
As Day and Night
Spinning in a circle they go...

Samsara and Nirvana,
As Heaven and Earth,
As Day and Night,
Spinning in a Circle they go...

And from the Cup we drink again...
Time and time again!
And the poison flows through our veins,
Like Karma flows within us!

Wings slice through the air,
It is the hawks that fly,
My body is all around,
All around is My Self.