those hot and cold
tongues of flame
more brazen than bold
to wipe your name
spouting forth
so fiery, untamed
down to ashes
for every game
to douse the flame
has sprung forth
its mate in form
equal in worth
so warm, so cold
its maker alone
can make it flow
can make it mourn
for life on earth
as it takes back
from that above
for life a track
to tread on and eat
still one thing
it needs to breathe
has no mate to bring
home to please
solemly it blows
through hills and trees
a farmer's plogh
it breathes into
the child of water
air,earth and a cue
for fire- the baker
the father or rain
thunder, lightning
of rebirth,and pain
of death-
what a funny thing
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
that-kind-of-love
Love in the romanitc sense I think is mostly over-rated. After years of experiences, all of them not very nice, I figured that love is just glamourized- maybe so that cafes can make money and cell phone companies can rake up profits or whatever. Still, haven't they existed from time immemorial according to human lore? From Radha-Krishna, Shiva-Sati, Shah Jahan-Noor Jahan to Brad Pitt-Angelina, SRK-Gauri,etc. SO it must mean that there is that-kind-of-love.
But looking back, I feel that it takes guts to really admit that that initial infatuation that draws you to someone need not be love, it could just be attraction. I'm saying this because during the course of those short-lived romances, there weren't any periods where I felt my whole being vibrate with joy, or felt found greater beauty in nature. It was just everyday sort of love, where you feel nice receiving a good morning sms from someone and all your morning passes by in biiter-sweet anticiaption of that one message. It is some what intoxicating, that feeling, until you eventually got bored, or you figured it isn't just about good-mornings after all.
Looking back I feel that they were just passing clouds in what could have been a thunderstorm. Maybe if i'd just waited for that-kind-of-love, i wouldn't have the negativity that those relationships brought to my mind, those fears, those regrets. or maybe they were just a taste of what might come, so that when the storm finally arrives, the earth is ready to take it.Or they could be one of those little worlds- those microcosmic universes that make up this universe , or each a candle that are all potential flames.
Who knows? All I know is that the love that feels wholesome is one that is universal, however cliched that may sound. It is the love that one feels for every single part of this creation- however big, small, tall, short, evil or good, bad-temepered or cute. It takes effort to reach that stage. But the easy way out to that universal love is romantic love and the bhakti type of love (Meerabhai,Kabir,etc-- though I havn't met a contemporary example). Even the anticipation of it beautifies the world around for me. Maybe one day, the real thing will. Until then, I'm content with thge search for the just lovein my inner being.
But looking back, I feel that it takes guts to really admit that that initial infatuation that draws you to someone need not be love, it could just be attraction. I'm saying this because during the course of those short-lived romances, there weren't any periods where I felt my whole being vibrate with joy, or felt found greater beauty in nature. It was just everyday sort of love, where you feel nice receiving a good morning sms from someone and all your morning passes by in biiter-sweet anticiaption of that one message. It is some what intoxicating, that feeling, until you eventually got bored, or you figured it isn't just about good-mornings after all.
Looking back I feel that they were just passing clouds in what could have been a thunderstorm. Maybe if i'd just waited for that-kind-of-love, i wouldn't have the negativity that those relationships brought to my mind, those fears, those regrets. or maybe they were just a taste of what might come, so that when the storm finally arrives, the earth is ready to take it.Or they could be one of those little worlds- those microcosmic universes that make up this universe , or each a candle that are all potential flames.
Who knows? All I know is that the love that feels wholesome is one that is universal, however cliched that may sound. It is the love that one feels for every single part of this creation- however big, small, tall, short, evil or good, bad-temepered or cute. It takes effort to reach that stage. But the easy way out to that universal love is romantic love and the bhakti type of love (Meerabhai,Kabir,etc-- though I havn't met a contemporary example). Even the anticipation of it beautifies the world around for me. Maybe one day, the real thing will. Until then, I'm content with thge search for the just lovein my inner being.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
if i had to write
If i get to write
what would it be
a summertime fling
or a magic tree
if i get to write
what would i narrate
tales of magic
or of love and hate
if i had to write
what would i say
follow your foresight
or let someone lead the way
if i sat down to write
what would it be about
a history of wars and might
or of spiritual doubt
if i ever wrote
who would pick it up
children at bedtime
or a wise grownup
what would it be
a summertime fling
or a magic tree
if i get to write
what would i narrate
tales of magic
or of love and hate
if i had to write
what would i say
follow your foresight
or let someone lead the way
if i sat down to write
what would it be about
a history of wars and might
or of spiritual doubt
if i ever wrote
who would pick it up
children at bedtime
or a wise grownup
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
where darkness and light meet
it comes in gasps and bursts
here, there as i see one more
more to come, more to go
on towards
where the sand dunes blow
in a hazy gaze
with flashes of brilliance
with flashes of pure gold sunlight
deep vermillion
velvety black
of the night sky
with the crystal sparkling stars
on towards the edgy waterfall
soar towards the sunlit sea
of deep sapphire at sunset
of life and death
of the chill wind in the graveyard
where the mighty shiva dances
soar like a rocket
uptowards paradise
where somewhere in a milky sea
the peacock-feathered Krishna lies
both my lords
as Brahma in his bliss
unfolds from the fountain
more haze, more clarity
where darkness and light meet
once-and-for all
in eternity
here, there as i see one more
more to come, more to go
on towards
where the sand dunes blow
in a hazy gaze
with flashes of brilliance
with flashes of pure gold sunlight
deep vermillion
velvety black
of the night sky
with the crystal sparkling stars
on towards the edgy waterfall
soar towards the sunlit sea
of deep sapphire at sunset
of life and death
of the chill wind in the graveyard
where the mighty shiva dances
soar like a rocket
uptowards paradise
where somewhere in a milky sea
the peacock-feathered Krishna lies
both my lords
as Brahma in his bliss
unfolds from the fountain
more haze, more clarity
where darkness and light meet
once-and-for all
in eternity
Monday, May 23, 2011
the sat-dispeller of darkness
what beauty, what grace
such innocent guile interlaced
with life and spirit
a potent mixture
all alive
his gaze on human fixtures
robed in white
clad in the armour
of knowing-upright
a stillness no wind can stir
a stillness that runs so deep
that one may as well forget to weep
filled with waves of joy
so real , so profound
if only love could make a sound
it would erupt in a blissful symphony
so myriad, so deep, so bright and sunny
what a gaze he has
that mighty being
what dignity he wears
of discipline-his bearing
so quiet like nature at work
busy making those elegant quirks
of that which binds us creatures that talk
who knows where he leads us
where the one-brahman walks
as he parts those gilded veils
of creation, what a dream
he wakes you up to tell you
everything may not be as it seems
such innocent guile interlaced
with life and spirit
a potent mixture
all alive
his gaze on human fixtures
robed in white
clad in the armour
of knowing-upright
a stillness no wind can stir
a stillness that runs so deep
that one may as well forget to weep
filled with waves of joy
so real , so profound
if only love could make a sound
it would erupt in a blissful symphony
so myriad, so deep, so bright and sunny
what a gaze he has
that mighty being
what dignity he wears
of discipline-his bearing
so quiet like nature at work
busy making those elegant quirks
of that which binds us creatures that talk
who knows where he leads us
where the one-brahman walks
as he parts those gilded veils
of creation, what a dream
he wakes you up to tell you
everything may not be as it seems
what ?
wishy washy
standing right there
watch those bubbles
no don't stare
up and down the staricases live
a step here, a step there..oh! the jive
washing up,giving it a run-down
it just lies there until sun-down
even as the sun rises
oh that razor-knife just splices
out spills the life-blood
the fluidity of life
here and there a divine thread
connect- no husband and wife
in between the inky black sky
the sky diver does try
again and again- like clockwork
waiting for the right stroke
the right divine pull,if i may
how he longs for gurudeva everyday
standing right there
watch those bubbles
no don't stare
up and down the staricases live
a step here, a step there..oh! the jive
washing up,giving it a run-down
it just lies there until sun-down
even as the sun rises
oh that razor-knife just splices
out spills the life-blood
the fluidity of life
here and there a divine thread
connect- no husband and wife
in between the inky black sky
the sky diver does try
again and again- like clockwork
waiting for the right stroke
the right divine pull,if i may
how he longs for gurudeva everyday
Friday, February 4, 2011
...
wonder trickles down
as the drizzling raindrops
raindrops.. teardrops
of sorrow, joy and wonder
of fear struck down asunder
as a new world opens up
of dazzling colours
of sunshine
on a cloudy day
clouds strech beyond the hazy hills
in the distance
longing like the cry of the solitary bird
that wants to soar away , glide and dip
into the sparkling blue sea
the sea of wonder, the sea of love
the sea of pain, longing
the sea of joy
and soar back up
into the arms of the almighty sky
as the drizzling raindrops
raindrops.. teardrops
of sorrow, joy and wonder
of fear struck down asunder
as a new world opens up
of dazzling colours
of sunshine
on a cloudy day
clouds strech beyond the hazy hills
in the distance
longing like the cry of the solitary bird
that wants to soar away , glide and dip
into the sparkling blue sea
the sea of wonder, the sea of love
the sea of pain, longing
the sea of joy
and soar back up
into the arms of the almighty sky
Thursday, January 13, 2011
when i walk
walk underneath the sky
the sky laughs at me
at my embrace
at my silence
on this race
the world thinks its running
all this grace
that seems to be flowing
i wish i could feel
the waters that surround me
i wish i could feel
myself a part of it
of this grace, of this race
and that seems to be
at this moment
there is just me
where is the beauty?
where is love?
seems as though it has flown away
the pure, white dove
i look for it in me
in you, in the sky above, in the earth
but the sky just seems to laugh
laugh at my puny worth
i wish i could laugh along with the god's mirth
walk underneath the sky
the sky laughs at me
at my embrace
at my silence
on this race
the world thinks its running
all this grace
that seems to be flowing
i wish i could feel
the waters that surround me
i wish i could feel
myself a part of it
of this grace, of this race
and that seems to be
at this moment
there is just me
where is the beauty?
where is love?
seems as though it has flown away
the pure, white dove
i look for it in me
in you, in the sky above, in the earth
but the sky just seems to laugh
laugh at my puny worth
i wish i could laugh along with the god's mirth
Monday, December 6, 2010
After a weird and nice weekend,I'm back at college, only to find out that there's a documentary festival occupying the whole weekend and that we have to make a documentary in two days! not to mention the environment assignment and covering dep exam next fri. Honestly, the exam seems more inviting than the festival or the tight deadlines.
Ever since I've come here, I've been hating it! But from my experience I ve pretty much hated and dreaded almost every experience, that I ultimately ended up learning so many practical things from. But then again, like I say every time, this is the worst of them all.
And looking at some people I know and don't, who get to be so close to the Guru, i feel pain, physical pain that my 'karma' doesn't allow it. Of course, I'm pretty thankful for all the knowledge that I've been able to access through my master. I just wish I could be a devotee par comparison, even in my own eyes. I wish I could be with the Master, but as we're told time again- why the physical presence when he's here with you. My answer to that is: it's easy for you to say when you're that fricking close to him and you're a super senior teacher and/or a rishi or a swami! Where are we? Show me one person who's super devoted and not physically close to him and I'll shut up and emulate. But I'm sick and tired of playing these worldly games, let me find me and I'll be happy to play. After all, you do need to know the game to play it!
PS This is coming from a clearly frustrated soul,
PPS what is that painful feeling that i get when i see people close to the master? why is it that i wanna revel in my solitude during those moments?
Ever since I've come here, I've been hating it! But from my experience I ve pretty much hated and dreaded almost every experience, that I ultimately ended up learning so many practical things from. But then again, like I say every time, this is the worst of them all.
And looking at some people I know and don't, who get to be so close to the Guru, i feel pain, physical pain that my 'karma' doesn't allow it. Of course, I'm pretty thankful for all the knowledge that I've been able to access through my master. I just wish I could be a devotee par comparison, even in my own eyes. I wish I could be with the Master, but as we're told time again- why the physical presence when he's here with you. My answer to that is: it's easy for you to say when you're that fricking close to him and you're a super senior teacher and/or a rishi or a swami! Where are we? Show me one person who's super devoted and not physically close to him and I'll shut up and emulate. But I'm sick and tired of playing these worldly games, let me find me and I'll be happy to play. After all, you do need to know the game to play it!
PS This is coming from a clearly frustrated soul,
PPS what is that painful feeling that i get when i see people close to the master? why is it that i wanna revel in my solitude during those moments?
Sunday, November 28, 2010
spurned love
It's funny when sometimes some weird longing from the past returns, though not as potent as before, cause you're familiar with it. And Karma too is such an irony.. Spurned love, spurns you... And though all this knowledge is there...that you're Niranjana...that nothing ever touches you, unless you delude yourself into thinking it does, even then it actually doesn't like a dream.. In some ways all the pain I've been through w.r.t spurned love has taught me that much. I have now come to a place where I can feel the pain and the longing, but it doesn't touch me, it can't. It's like I'm in this vacuum.
Having said that, what can I really long for from whoever that is? Psychological satisfaction of acceptance, emotional security? No. The love is there only when there is that longing and that longing colors every moment, every breath with the love. And the eyes, they're like windows to that infinity of longing and love..and pain, pain that be so ecstatic in its victorious moments and so searing in its losses. It's like a two-pronged spear. And love is everything else.
Having said that, what can I really long for from whoever that is? Psychological satisfaction of acceptance, emotional security? No. The love is there only when there is that longing and that longing colors every moment, every breath with the love. And the eyes, they're like windows to that infinity of longing and love..and pain, pain that be so ecstatic in its victorious moments and so searing in its losses. It's like a two-pronged spear. And love is everything else.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
a burst of light
stumbling through the mazes and thickets
through the forests of fate, of illusion
running round and round in circles
sudden bursts of clarity, amid bursts of confusion
what a world, what a day, what a second
has not passed by under your watchful eye
under the endless sky
as your face over the blanket of stars,
the moon at your brow
the sun- your hair
what love fills me,
at your very thought
it sears me, the ecstacy
when you look at me
through the photograph, through the fabric of space and time
your grace fills my void
i stumble upon your light
in those endless forests of maya
and then your light illuminates the path
chases away those wisps of darkness
cuts away those sinuous, stealthy vines of my mind
as i'm born again unto you
i die..and i m renewed, never to be lost again
but to find myself in a new place, through each moment's grace
fresh as dew in the lotus pond
through the forests of fate, of illusion
running round and round in circles
sudden bursts of clarity, amid bursts of confusion
what a world, what a day, what a second
has not passed by under your watchful eye
under the endless sky
as your face over the blanket of stars,
the moon at your brow
the sun- your hair
what love fills me,
at your very thought
it sears me, the ecstacy
when you look at me
through the photograph, through the fabric of space and time
your grace fills my void
i stumble upon your light
in those endless forests of maya
and then your light illuminates the path
chases away those wisps of darkness
cuts away those sinuous, stealthy vines of my mind
as i'm born again unto you
i die..and i m renewed, never to be lost again
but to find myself in a new place, through each moment's grace
fresh as dew in the lotus pond
Friday, October 22, 2010
what it seems like.
i guess most people would know this, but 'the world is not what it seems' is such an understatement. There's so much we don't know, and we never will. But there is something that we must do, at least I believe that keeping my conscience free is important. But doing just that one thing, if one is brutally honest with oneself, could be the hardest thing to EVER do, depending on whether you see yourself as Gandhi or just a normal human being.
I mean there's nothing in this world, that one can trust, not even the mind, which is the WORST of them all. But it is just that voice of conscience if one is sensitive enough to lend an ear to that makes a difference i guess, it is the only way to peace.Even that can come only from self-awareness and when does one began to ask such questions of oneself? I guess that's what makes all the difference.
In this world full of deception and misery, it s all in the mind and the voice of conscience, untainted by the mind, is the only way...
That's where spirituality begins and that is an end in itself. the quenching of an eternal thirst... how do i know? well i m giving it a shot. it's worth that.
I mean there's nothing in this world, that one can trust, not even the mind, which is the WORST of them all. But it is just that voice of conscience if one is sensitive enough to lend an ear to that makes a difference i guess, it is the only way to peace.Even that can come only from self-awareness and when does one began to ask such questions of oneself? I guess that's what makes all the difference.
In this world full of deception and misery, it s all in the mind and the voice of conscience, untainted by the mind, is the only way...
That's where spirituality begins and that is an end in itself. the quenching of an eternal thirst... how do i know? well i m giving it a shot. it's worth that.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Dealing with hurt
Q: I know that something inside of me is hurting me. But I don't want to think about it. How can I resolve all this and be happy without thinking about it.
Sri Sri: You know when you feel hurt you feel very deep. That's why if you feel some thing deep you also feel a little hurt inside that. In Deep love there is hurt. It is an unavoidable mixture. Hmm. That hurt and that deep love when you transcend them, then you go beyond the duality and peace dawns. Permanent Peace. And only spiritual awakening can bring that permanent peace. Those who have been in the knowledge, on the path, for a long time, you know you don't feel sad at all. It doesn't touch. Some thing deep inside you becomes so strong so solid. So when you are in the knowledge then you feel nothing really is touching me. I have many people asking me "Guruji Why I don't feel upset over any thing now? " They wonder, " Is something wrong with me? I don't feel the pain, the pinch of suffering of any pain. Someone close to me died and I don't feel any thing. Something is wrong with me!" These sort of questions arise. Those glimpses in life come when you go past that hurt and love. But, first get out of this - "You hurt me. I hurt you. You did this wrong. I did this wrong. You didn't look at me. You didn't talk to me. You didn't treat me well etc. etc..." All these accusations you should just get out of it.
Sri Sri: You know when you feel hurt you feel very deep. That's why if you feel some thing deep you also feel a little hurt inside that. In Deep love there is hurt. It is an unavoidable mixture. Hmm. That hurt and that deep love when you transcend them, then you go beyond the duality and peace dawns. Permanent Peace. And only spiritual awakening can bring that permanent peace. Those who have been in the knowledge, on the path, for a long time, you know you don't feel sad at all. It doesn't touch. Some thing deep inside you becomes so strong so solid. So when you are in the knowledge then you feel nothing really is touching me. I have many people asking me "Guruji Why I don't feel upset over any thing now? " They wonder, " Is something wrong with me? I don't feel the pain, the pinch of suffering of any pain. Someone close to me died and I don't feel any thing. Something is wrong with me!" These sort of questions arise. Those glimpses in life come when you go past that hurt and love. But, first get out of this - "You hurt me. I hurt you. You did this wrong. I did this wrong. You didn't look at me. You didn't talk to me. You didn't treat me well etc. etc..." All these accusations you should just get out of it.
Monday, August 16, 2010
words...and deeds
Words...Guruji says are useless unless they become existence and so is love...just an emotion until it becomes existence.
But what is this existence?
Is existence the fact that so many people, events and circumstances happen and is life, the way you deal with them?
At all point in time, there is dystopia and the world always moves towards the brink of destruction, so are the events in our lives such that even movies are fashioned after such occurrences.
Was there ever a time when there was a perfect society?
Is there ever a time when a human being is free of his desires, his cravings, his emotions, his conflicts and his confusions...what is this 'perfection' that everyone always talks of moving towards?
Who am 'I'who is asking all these question, who am I that watches all these events, happy and sad pass by... Who am 'I' that watches something in me writhe in pain, boundless in its ecstasy, who am I that watches as regret and desire burn their way into my pure untainted soul...?
But what is this existence?
Is existence the fact that so many people, events and circumstances happen and is life, the way you deal with them?
At all point in time, there is dystopia and the world always moves towards the brink of destruction, so are the events in our lives such that even movies are fashioned after such occurrences.
Was there ever a time when there was a perfect society?
Is there ever a time when a human being is free of his desires, his cravings, his emotions, his conflicts and his confusions...what is this 'perfection' that everyone always talks of moving towards?
Who am 'I'who is asking all these question, who am I that watches all these events, happy and sad pass by... Who am 'I' that watches something in me writhe in pain, boundless in its ecstasy, who am I that watches as regret and desire burn their way into my pure untainted soul...?
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
clouds
i saw the clouds up in the sky
through the window
through the window of my soul
they were tinged a pale grey
harbingers of the lush green rain
the rain that sustains life
the rain that sustains my love
and my love was tinged with that very grey
floating by
i wish it could be proud and fiery and strong
like the sun
but clouds are just clouds
they pass-by
come and go
they can't hide the sun
that still shines forth
my soul burns on
the wick at the holy shrine
that only lights more
never fades
never dies
it is
and perhaps that is what i m seeking
my love... oh! divine..
through the window
through the window of my soul
they were tinged a pale grey
harbingers of the lush green rain
the rain that sustains life
the rain that sustains my love
and my love was tinged with that very grey
floating by
i wish it could be proud and fiery and strong
like the sun
but clouds are just clouds
they pass-by
come and go
they can't hide the sun
that still shines forth
my soul burns on
the wick at the holy shrine
that only lights more
never fades
never dies
it is
and perhaps that is what i m seeking
my love... oh! divine..
Monday, May 31, 2010
i wish i could be new
i wish i could be something new
something fresh, something pure
a prayer in the village church pew
the rainbow in the sky-azure
i wish i would be something new
not a wanderer in the mirage of the world
not a leaf that withers brown against the blue
nor an insignifanct character in the story untold
i wish i could be something new
the dance of the rain in the hills of yore
the smile of the godess,long-overdue
the bilss of my saint as he asks for nothing more
i wish i could be something new
the naked flame in the temple altar
the mighty thunder, for the storm a cue
the green grass that in the storm does not falter
i wish i could be new here and now
in your arms, Guruji for the eternity to come
in your love, and by your grace, in your servitude i bow
something fresh, something pure
a prayer in the village church pew
the rainbow in the sky-azure
i wish i would be something new
not a wanderer in the mirage of the world
not a leaf that withers brown against the blue
nor an insignifanct character in the story untold
i wish i could be something new
the dance of the rain in the hills of yore
the smile of the godess,long-overdue
the bilss of my saint as he asks for nothing more
i wish i could be something new
the naked flame in the temple altar
the mighty thunder, for the storm a cue
the green grass that in the storm does not falter
i wish i could be new here and now
in your arms, Guruji for the eternity to come
in your love, and by your grace, in your servitude i bow
Sunday, May 16, 2010
joy
Bubbling springs of the joyful river
sunlight through the snowy mountains -a sliver
joy wells up, hope grows, 'i' becomes a giver
the moment fulfills itself in a life full of rigour
Faces all aglow around
one touch and sorrow-no more bound
to life-like a sinuous vine,only the sound
of the springs of joy eternal found
by none other than the very heart
finds none in this creation apart
from itself,sends forth the dart
of its love, to play its part
in this world-play , a mighty start
sunlight through the snowy mountains -a sliver
joy wells up, hope grows, 'i' becomes a giver
the moment fulfills itself in a life full of rigour
Faces all aglow around
one touch and sorrow-no more bound
to life-like a sinuous vine,only the sound
of the springs of joy eternal found
by none other than the very heart
finds none in this creation apart
from itself,sends forth the dart
of its love, to play its part
in this world-play , a mighty start
Thursday, April 15, 2010
dignity is only yours to uphold...no one can take it away frm unless u let them
and one more profound sentance that i heard today:
" You ll see that most people are nice..when you get close to them"
that's so much similar to what guruji says
that there's love in everybody's heart, you just need to look for it and give it to them , when it s buried far too deep
sounds easy
only when you are aware can you actually feel it and apply it
not while lost in the body, breath, mind, memory and ego.....
and that's what, closeness means...belongingness....closing the distance that ego forms between the various forms of this creation...
the test of knowledge...for me
that you are me and i am you and we are nothing....yet everything
and one more profound sentance that i heard today:
" You ll see that most people are nice..when you get close to them"
that's so much similar to what guruji says
that there's love in everybody's heart, you just need to look for it and give it to them , when it s buried far too deep
sounds easy
only when you are aware can you actually feel it and apply it
not while lost in the body, breath, mind, memory and ego.....
and that's what, closeness means...belongingness....closing the distance that ego forms between the various forms of this creation...
the test of knowledge...for me
that you are me and i am you and we are nothing....yet everything
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
gavin rossdale's song...so close to my heart
Half the time the world is ending
truth is i am done pretending
i ve never thought that i
had anymore to give
you re pushin me so far
here i am withou you
drink, to all that we have lost,
mistakes we have made
everything will change
but love remains the same
truth is i am done pretending
i ve never thought that i
had anymore to give
you re pushin me so far
here i am withou you
drink, to all that we have lost,
mistakes we have made
everything will change
but love remains the same
Sunday, February 14, 2010
pondering..
It is said in Yoga Vasistha that the present moment is more powerful than the actions of the past, if we strive for it to be so... Strange when Guruji says that what happens in our lives is out of our hands and Vasistha says it is all a result of our Karma...Does Guruji mean that these life events are currently out of our hand but they are athe fruits of past life actions which of course we don't remember? or does he mean that events are a result of probability, but it is upto us what we do with them? Either way, being aware of the now and constantly engaging in it is the wisest thing to do..... in my experience...
Another wise thing I heard by Swami Nithyananda:
It cheered me up instantly:
He urged us to be like Kalabhairav who dances in exultant bliss even in the cremation ground, among all the dead bodies, the bones and skulls....meaning that despite our anger, lust, depression and every feeling, it is within our power to choose to rise above it and dance in joy, meaning to remain untouched by everything that happens around...and walk with strength and faith that we are strong within ourselves and the power to overcome any obstacle lies within us....Just like the blade of grass that dances in the storm...
Jai Guru Dev
Another wise thing I heard by Swami Nithyananda:
It cheered me up instantly:
He urged us to be like Kalabhairav who dances in exultant bliss even in the cremation ground, among all the dead bodies, the bones and skulls....meaning that despite our anger, lust, depression and every feeling, it is within our power to choose to rise above it and dance in joy, meaning to remain untouched by everything that happens around...and walk with strength and faith that we are strong within ourselves and the power to overcome any obstacle lies within us....Just like the blade of grass that dances in the storm...
Jai Guru Dev
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