The comments column has limitations in terms of "mumber of Chracters" etc, & so this response from Narasimhan, is posted as a new blog, & with label "poetry" as to give it a continuity.
When very small babies cry we imagine they are unhappy. They in fact do not know that they are unhappy and that hence they are crying. In the warm embrace of the Source where from they came they are immersed in the bliss of total innocence instinctively doing what they do. Alas this bliss is very short lived and very soon the nagging voice of "enquiry" rushes in and occupies the child's innocent mind space.
The child quickly detaches itself from its Source,from its peace within to the turbulence outside, in order to return one day to the bliss it was born into but now with complete knowledge of its eternal blissful nature. This is its life purpose of which it is initially unaware. It starts to search for happiness outside, inspired by its instinctive belief in an "eternal law" that holds a solemn promise of reward for effort put in.
It sets upon realizing this promise starting from as little effort as grabbing a toy from another child who is weaker, to acquiring empires, progressively "taking control" of the means to happiness in this world to which it gets inextricably addicted. For most this hunt for an elusive happiness stretches over entire lives or even several life times, so complete is the addiction. A few of us evolve to a stage in our life time where we begin to see that giving away to others is more fulfilling than possessing. Moving beyond sharing with the family and friends we realize the joy of sharing with the whole world. We experience the fulfillment only selflessness can bring.
Yet even at this "elevated" stage of our evolution the philanthropist in us starts to sense a gnawing inadequacy in what external engagement has been able to deliver to us. Fewer still, out of the few that turned away from amassing to dispersing, finally begin to seek.
These fortunate few seek the spirit that has all along been lying silent within waiting for the search outside to end and the seeking within to begin. Being fully convinced deep within that connecting back to the spirit is the only means to lasting joy the seeker discards as futile even the highest of his achievements and embarks on his spiritual quest.
He discovers to his dismay however that the familiar "do this and get that" formulae that largely stood by him in good stead in all his worldly pursuits are of little help in this final quest for God or Truth. The wise say that seeking of God is a game of hide and seek between God and the individual soul. It is only after several lives pursuing everything except God that the seeker is ready to even start the game. Leave alone previous lives, since when can we say that we started the game seriously in this present life itself?
If we started early enough, since when are we playing it abandoning any other thought, to the exclusion of any other activity (Anayaashchintayantyomaam)?Yet we feel justified enough to stridently cry out when the game has just started that "He is playing hard to get, He is no Karunakaran but a Raakshasan, He is abandoning His devotees taking them for granted and then questioning if He was heartless and brainless (Oh my God!!) and if He mattered anymore and should we choose to revolt and become terrorists?"
Forget blasphemy, such a judgement does not exist in God's Creation, but do we care for dignity in expression or dignified communication too is a vain value in your understanding? Crying out is a natural emotional expression when done without judgement or in protest. The sentiment in that is one of sorrow and bewilderment not indignation which you describe as 'angst'. Am I missing your sorrow or is your strident temper obscuring it?
I cannot join issue with you on most of what you have said. I will not attempt to be God's messenger either, the game He plays is ever so exhausting. But the ferocity of your poem prompts me to share my reflections as I finish reading it yet once again even as I am finishing this long essay. Thoughts tossed over in the mind often and then expressed in words with force get endorsed by the universe and could trigger action one day in a manner and at a time that we cannot link with what and how we said something, sometime.
We believe spirits floating around us say to what we say forcefully,"So be it". Your thought if you would or should become a terrorist expressed more than once in the recent past may spill out of the screen where you are giving it voice.
Let us pray to God to give us a level of acceptance from where we see that since everything moves under His command all movements must be perfect and thus may we be at peace with any happening even if our mind refuses to accept it. And to give us the courage and power to act to change a circumstance which does not align with our highest conception of God.
May God bless us all.
Gulpa
When very small babies cry we imagine they are unhappy. They in fact do not know that they are unhappy and that hence they are crying. In the warm embrace of the Source where from they came they are immersed in the bliss of total innocence instinctively doing what they do. Alas this bliss is very short lived and very soon the nagging voice of "enquiry" rushes in and occupies the child's innocent mind space.
The child quickly detaches itself from its Source,from its peace within to the turbulence outside, in order to return one day to the bliss it was born into but now with complete knowledge of its eternal blissful nature. This is its life purpose of which it is initially unaware. It starts to search for happiness outside, inspired by its instinctive belief in an "eternal law" that holds a solemn promise of reward for effort put in.
It sets upon realizing this promise starting from as little effort as grabbing a toy from another child who is weaker, to acquiring empires, progressively "taking control" of the means to happiness in this world to which it gets inextricably addicted. For most this hunt for an elusive happiness stretches over entire lives or even several life times, so complete is the addiction. A few of us evolve to a stage in our life time where we begin to see that giving away to others is more fulfilling than possessing. Moving beyond sharing with the family and friends we realize the joy of sharing with the whole world. We experience the fulfillment only selflessness can bring.
Yet even at this "elevated" stage of our evolution the philanthropist in us starts to sense a gnawing inadequacy in what external engagement has been able to deliver to us. Fewer still, out of the few that turned away from amassing to dispersing, finally begin to seek.
These fortunate few seek the spirit that has all along been lying silent within waiting for the search outside to end and the seeking within to begin. Being fully convinced deep within that connecting back to the spirit is the only means to lasting joy the seeker discards as futile even the highest of his achievements and embarks on his spiritual quest.
He discovers to his dismay however that the familiar "do this and get that" formulae that largely stood by him in good stead in all his worldly pursuits are of little help in this final quest for God or Truth. The wise say that seeking of God is a game of hide and seek between God and the individual soul. It is only after several lives pursuing everything except God that the seeker is ready to even start the game. Leave alone previous lives, since when can we say that we started the game seriously in this present life itself?
If we started early enough, since when are we playing it abandoning any other thought, to the exclusion of any other activity (Anayaashchintayantyomaam)?Yet we feel justified enough to stridently cry out when the game has just started that "He is playing hard to get, He is no Karunakaran but a Raakshasan, He is abandoning His devotees taking them for granted and then questioning if He was heartless and brainless (Oh my God!!) and if He mattered anymore and should we choose to revolt and become terrorists?"
Forget blasphemy, such a judgement does not exist in God's Creation, but do we care for dignity in expression or dignified communication too is a vain value in your understanding? Crying out is a natural emotional expression when done without judgement or in protest. The sentiment in that is one of sorrow and bewilderment not indignation which you describe as 'angst'. Am I missing your sorrow or is your strident temper obscuring it?
I cannot join issue with you on most of what you have said. I will not attempt to be God's messenger either, the game He plays is ever so exhausting. But the ferocity of your poem prompts me to share my reflections as I finish reading it yet once again even as I am finishing this long essay. Thoughts tossed over in the mind often and then expressed in words with force get endorsed by the universe and could trigger action one day in a manner and at a time that we cannot link with what and how we said something, sometime.
We believe spirits floating around us say to what we say forcefully,"So be it". Your thought if you would or should become a terrorist expressed more than once in the recent past may spill out of the screen where you are giving it voice.
Let us pray to God to give us a level of acceptance from where we see that since everything moves under His command all movements must be perfect and thus may we be at peace with any happening even if our mind refuses to accept it. And to give us the courage and power to act to change a circumstance which does not align with our highest conception of God.
May God bless us all.
Gulpa
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