“For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.”
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nothing is static…
Everything is changing constantly.
No one can be static even if they wanted to.
Each moment in time is perfect.
Being in the moment and appreciating it.
This moment won’t come back ever,
Nor will it ever be the same again.
One day we will be left with only memories.
Even at that moment,
We will have to be in that moment of time.
But when we have the privilege of looking back,
Let those moments be moments of sweet memories….
If you don’t realize the source,
you stumble in confusion and sorrow.
When you realize where you come from,
you naturally become tolerant,
kindhearted as a grandmother,
dignified as a king.
Immersed in the wonder of the Tao,
you can deal with whatever life brings you,
and when death comes, you are ready.
The Flute ~ Mira Bai
The song of the flute, O sister, is madness.
I thought that nothing that was not God could hold me,
But hearing that sound, I lose mind and body,
My heart wholly caught in the net.
O flute, what were your vows, what is your practice?
What power sits by your side?
Even Mira’s Lord is trapped in your seven notes …..
The waves crash against the rocky beach,
There is turbulence on the ocean surface.
The beaches see the tides rise and move in,
There is constant movement everywhere.
Yet when I dive deep within the ocean
I witness something else inside….
In the midst of all this chaos, there is a calmness,
The innermost sanctuary is filled with peace.
If I could learn from the ocean,
This is what I would understand….
Dive deep, dive within and find your place of rest
There lies within me, the abode of peace and tranquillity.
This is my home , my only true abode …..
The pot needs to be broken again and again to recreate itself. For it to become a bigger one, It needs to lose the older one. The act is of preparing itself to carry more . And so do I. …. I too need to constantly break free of my chains and concepts. And also ideas of what is, what I have been, believed in and been chained by/ to. I need not fear any more the breaking of the pot . I recognize now, that it is for my own good and growth …..
This is the process, I finally realize. I cannot hold on to the breaking of the pot. It will happen automatically in due time. That is it’s nature. And the outcome on the contrary to what everyone believes in, is not of pain or suffering, but of understanding, compassion and love…
Bhaja Govindam – from the immortal composition of Adi Sankaracharya, 10 verses of this hymn divinely rendedered by MS Subbulakshmi.
It is said that Adi Shankaracharya, accompanied by his disciples, was walking along a street in Varanasi one day when he came across an aged scholar teaching the rules of Sanskrit grammar to his students by rote. Taking pity on him, Adi Shankaracharya went up to the scholar and advised him not to waste his time on grammar at his age but to turn his mind to God in worship and adoration, which became the origin for this hymn.