Every Breath, A Dharma Roar
A Noble Warrior’s Manifesto to Reclaiming
Prana-Land
Prana-Land, the Lost Frontier
Kabir, the Indian poet* urges - see the divine universe within, from oceans to stars to the creator, lies within the temples of our earthly vessels. In the depths of our being, where the universe unfolds, lies Prana-Land, our vital life-force. Centuries of unprocessed trauma, greed, hatred and delusion in the human psyche has desecrated this Wild flow of energy.
The external manifestation of this inner chaos is reflected in conflict, corruption, pollution of air, water, soil, and loss of biodiversity, which further invades our body-temples with toxins putting us in a perpetual negative feedback loop.
These poisons ravage our inner landscapes and take us further away from our true essence - Ananda (आनन्द). Over generations, this has left our sacred inner ecosystems parched and fallen from rhythm and flow with Mother Earth’s pulse and each other, these gaping wounds now visible everyday on our screens. Madness inside, insanity outside.
But in the ashes of this devastation, a warrior spirit stirs. With the roar of a Bhairava* (भैरव), fueled by righteous fury, how do we reclaim our Prana-Land?
We embrace the paradox in three steps: by increasing our capacity to hold pain while cultivating joy, we fuel the strength to dismantle oppressive systems inside out. Then, we practice resistance and reclaim Prana-Land as a form of activism, dismantling the inner systems of oppression with fierce love and healing the Earth through recognition of interbeing*
Take Back Prana-Land
We reclaim our bodies by restoring its connection to the Wild: the rivers, mountains, animals, birds, water, fire, air, sun, moon and the vast space. By fostering a loving relationship to it, tuning its needs and rhythms to Nature, sometimes treating it as a lover, something like a baby that needs to be nursed, held, taken care of or sometimes taking the form of a warrior that can blast through concrete walls of ignorance.
This allows us to tap into its innate wisdom, strength, joy and freedom from forces that have suppressed its full blossoming. Like the glowing tendrils of the mycelium network, our tendrils of awareness can reach out, connecting to the vibrant life force beneath our feet, the pulse of Mother Earth.
We feel the Mycelium network, the interconnected web of Prana-Land that binds us to every living creature. We feel interbeing deep in our hearts and how we inter-are*. Our healing is tied to every being on this planet.
Embracing Sat-Chit-Ananda*
Dharma doesn't live in the semantic sugar of scripture or monastic sterility. It's the vibrant pulse coursing through our veins, the rhythm of our hearts beating in unison with all existence.
It's the dance of life painted on the canvas of the present moment, where the sweetness of a mango, the sun's warmth on our skin, the peak of pleasure, the shared laughter of loved ones, and the tears we shed for the world all interweave.
Every act of kindness, every pang of pleasure and ache of pain, all embraced with Presence, becomes a brushstroke on the vibrant tapestry of our true nature – Ananda (आनन्द). We cultivate these seeds of joy, delight, wonder, the music that moves our souls, and the dance that expresses our aliveness within our body-temples.
In each moment of Presence, we awaken to the ever-present Ananda, our true home, and take a step towards full Awakening.
Pain as a Gateway to freedom
Pain is woven into life's tapestry. Yet reacting to it fuels endless suffering - not just for us, but rippling through generations. When the body or heart cries out, we pause and attend. Cradle pain tenderly, as a mother nurses an infant. Meet it with open presence, not armored resistance. In embracing pain's waves, they dissolve in compassion's sea.
We take responsibility for our inner peace. By ending cycles of reactivity in ourselves, we cease ancestral echoes of harm. This peace is then passed down as a healing balm, not a festering wound. Our calm spreads to soothe the world back to wholeness.
Sitting in the Fire
Our practice is our resistance and roar to reclaim Prana-Land. It’s not a retreat from the world's chaos, but a weapon forged in its crucible.
We cultivate unwavering peace within ourselves, not to escape pain, but to become beacons of hope in the storm.
We dismantle systems of oppression inside out– not with rage, but with the fierce love of awakened warriors.
We heal our beloved Mother Earth not with guilt, but with the felt knowing that her well-being is our own.
From the Ashes of Colonization
In their delusion, spiritual business people have packaged Dharma’s raw power, diluted its essence, and turned it into a passive trend, stripped of its revolutionary bite.
They silence its call to dismantle injustice, silence its thundering voice against adharma, racism, patriarchy, and the ecological wounds they inflict. In end, it’s the blind leading the blind as Dharma’s essence is lost.
But we, the warriors of Dharma, hear the tremors of a world in pain. We see the erosion of Prana-Land, the very ground from which liberation sprouts.
We rise, with the fire of truth in our bellies, to reclaim Prana-Land – not as a distant utopia, but as the fertile ground within our bones and in the blood flowing in our veins. Every moment of living in line with the cosmic order, a step towards its restoration.
We will not be confined by the colonial gaze, packaged for mass consumption by those who've never tasted its grit on their tongues. We will bring massive fire to our practice. If not now, when?
Join me, fellow warriors, in the revolution of a lifetime.
Let your practice be your ground, Mother Earth-your witness, your compassion your shield, and your body’s wisdom – the ultimate source of truth. Let's create a world where liberation blossoms for all.
