Rudra Nua is a controversial figure in the field of the poetry of self-realisation. Many see him as 'the root of all vegetables' while others recognise him as the one they might see in the shaving mirror or sitting opposite them at the dinner table.
'How changeable the mind is and how it LOVES its assessments, especally of other people. How can we be other than what we are? That means others are as helpless as us. That's where mercy and laughter come in.'
Rudra writes to a friend who, after attending Satsang, sees that there is nothing to be done:
"All I can add is that things are still done....satsang and deer hunting still take place. We remain helpless trying to improve or figure things out; trying to understand and package the message with something that will never do it. The mind's understanding can never be enough. It is like trying to contain water with a sieve.Here lies the joy of helplessness.
The power of 'satsang' in whatever form is its ability to quiet the mind..... but nothing to take home.
Nothing to take home or understand....yet it does seem we are being pulled in, despite any efforts or effortless efforts.
From this point there is no map and no directions. If you say 'not this way' it IS a way. If you say 'this way' it is also a way......What to do?????????"
The mind clings to a notion of 'something to do'. There will be a never ending succession of things to do. Yet the statement that 'there is nothing to do' is often spurious unless accompanied by a complete knowing of that truth. Better by far is attention to that which springs from branch to branch, notion to notion. This includes that which sits on a branch satisfied with its final position, its certainty. This bird must inevitably fall, undernourished, from the tree. So its back to sincerity and attention. Wherever these lead can be embraced with a grateful heart.