The Greatest of All Wonders

By Moomookshoo
The inspiration for this poem comes from Swami Vivekananda’s  talks on Maya given in the second volume of the Complete Works and King Yudhishthira’s answer to Yaksha’s question given in the Mahabharata.

Do you sometimes wonder
What is the greatest wonder?
The ancient world had its seven wonders;
The modern world boasts its own wonders;
The future may bring even greater wonders.
But, curiously enough, we miss the eternal wonders!
Isn’t this  the greatest of all wonders?

We look around and find a world of constant change,
Nothing ever remains the same, except that things change.
Yesterday’s child is today’s  young man,
Only on the way to be tomorrow’s old man.
What we today  fondly call “mine”, many in the past called  “mine”,
And many more will do the same, in the relentless march of time.
The present undoubtedly  is ephemeral,
Yet it feels  reassuringly  eternal!
Isn’t this a wonder eternal?

This is one of the eternal teachings of the Gita,
And also of  sages like Shankara and  Kabira –
Those who have come, weather a king or a pauper,
Must also leave, sooner or later.
Of each  and every creature,
Whether a mighty king or a feeble pauper,
Each ticking breath
Is counting down the relentless march toward death.
Yet we feel we have bodies internal!
Isn’t this a wonder eternal?
[cf. Gita 2.13 and 2.27, and King Yudhishthira’s answer to Yaksha’s question]

Man is born a billionaire (*),
But he tries hard to become a millionaire!
He pursues the ephemeral world, and forgets his eternal soul,
God becomes his means, and this world, his goal.
The life that could have “bought” the eternal,
Is “spent” on things that are ephemeral.
Isn’t this a wonder eternal?

As a man goes through life,
Acquiring wealth, children and wife,
His phony “I ” grows, and seems nearer
Than his  real “I”,  which he shuns like a stranger.
He remains glued to his phony “I”,
But has no time for his real “I”!
He may call it a phone and speak through it,
Or wear  it on his wrist and keep time with it,
Or wear it on his eyes and look through it,
Or call it a home and live in it,
Or pride himself on driving in it,
Nevertheless, it makes up his phony “I”,
The cloud of  “your” and “my”.
He eagerly listens to his phony “I”‘s ephemeral tunes,
But fails to catch his real “I”‘s eternal tunes!
The ephemeral crowds out the eternal,
Isn’t this a wonder eternal?

“To err is human” is a very old dictum,
But, alas, we remember it seldom!
The human mind has always been
An amazing amplification machine –
Where one’s own virtues are glorified,
And others’ faults are magnified!
Why? This remains a conundrum eternal.
Isn’t this a wonder eternal?

Those who help him in achieving his worldly ends,
Man welcomes them as dear friends.
Those who remind him of  his goal eternal,
He shuns them like enemies infernal!
The ephemeral seems dearer than the eternal,
Isn’t this a wonder eternal?
[cf. poem number 174 in Goswami Tulsidasji’s Vinaya Patrika]

In the Darwinian world of competition,
Of survival of the fittest and others’ extinction,
Man is constantly told
To be  selfish and cold.
Every impulse in the realm of logic and reason,
Instigates him to selfishness and competition.
Yet,  from a realm beyond  logic and reason,
Comes an impulse for unselfishness and compassion –
Giving a glimpse of the realm eternal,
The abode of Existence, Knowledge and Bliss eternal.
Isn’t this a wonder eternal?

(*) Assuming a person breathes once every three seconds and lives for 100 years, she/he breathes approximately one billion times during her/his lifetime.  So, we can say that a person is endowed with a fortune of one billion breaths at the time of her/his birth.

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Catching Train at Platform 9&3/4

By Swami Yogatmananda

Humans have a tremendous attraction for the mysterious. We all keep imagining the world that lies beyond ‘this world’ – i.e., the world which we can grasp and measure by our senses. Of course, we are conscious of a lot of things that elude the senses. For example, we all are conscious of beauty, joy, wonder, love, peace as well as their opposites. And of course, the most important and constantly experienced, yet most inexplicable phenomenon of ‘I’! But none of these can be precisely presented in terms of mathematical measurements or logical constructs. The expressions of these emotions can be understood as brain-functions and can thus be reduced to mathematical terms, but not the emotions themselves. The spiritual urge in us therefore wants to go beyond the boundaries of reason, which is truncated by the limits of whole numbers. Mathematical logic, which is also related to set theory, has to work within the whole-number frame-work: we cannot conceive of a set having 5&7/10 objects; it has to have either 5 objects or 6, but not ‘in between’. In arriving at a conclusion using formal logic, we have to go step 1->step 2 ->. . . .  If, for simplification, we put a step between steps 1 & 2, then that becomes step 2 and what was earlier called step 2 becomes step 3. Absolutely no possibility of having step # 1&1/2!

But suppose we can sharpen our basic faculties and are able to actually conceive a logical system that goes in between?

The whole scenario is then changed! The science, logic, philosophy cannot understand it; but the meditative sages from all parts of earth can experience it; even the fiction-writers and poets have vastly used this idea at all times. The most popular contemporary fiction Harry Potter highlights it by making Harry catch the train to go to wizard-school from a regular train station, but not at the regular platform. He had to catch it at platform 9 & ¾! No person in our world (what the book calls as ‘Muggle world’) can accept the idea. ‘There is platform 9 and there is platform 10 – platform 9 & ¾ is insanity. Pure nonsense’.

But actually, it not only is not meaningless, but imparts true meaning to 9 & 10, by bringing in the continuity. Look at our consciousness – it has continuity. We intuitively know that ‘now & then’, ‘here & there’ are connected by a continuum. It is this continuity that makes us recognize our friend even after a long time and changed appearance, feel the sameness in the cup that we have been sipping coffee from for a year and be the same fan of the same Red Sox for decades. But try to express this continuity in the ‘Muggle logic’ – it all becomes fragmented like cookie-dough into cookies.

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The Quest

By Arunim

I see it sometimes…
The fleeting glimpses
In that moment everything is right
Every pixel perfect


     Then a fog comes down
     Envelopes it all.
     Through it I keep searching…
     Tripping and falling.


I hear it sometimes…
The heavenly song
In that moment everything is right
Every note perfect


     Then a tumult rises
     Drowns it all.
     Through it I keep searching…
     Shouting and screaming.


I feel it sometimes…
The cozy warmth
In that moment everything is right
Every breath perfect


     Then a fiery fire rages
     Burning it all
     Through it I keep searching
      Hoping and praying.


I know it sometimes…
The final destination
In that moment everything is right
Every step perfect


     Then a storm arises
     Covers it all.


Till you hold my hand
I will have to keep searching…
Trudging along in this endless quest
.

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Surrender and Service to Guru

by Romaharshā (“lady with horripilation”)
Sri Chandrashekarendra Saraswati (also called “Maha Periva,” meaning “a great person” in Tamil), the former head of Kanchi Peetham in Tamil Nadu (India), was known for his simplicity, erudition in scriptures, and more importantly, as a God-realized soul. He traveled across India on foot, camping at various places while his traveling disciples arranged for the daily worship of Chandramouleeshvara (Shiva Lingam handed down the lineage by Sri Sankaracharya). The following is an incident narrated to me by a disciple of the great saint.
Once when in Andhra Pradesh (India), Maha Periva decided to camp for a few days. The disciples, to their predicament, found no bilva trees (whose leaves are used to worship Shiva) around. The next morning, Maha Periva was informed about the unavailability of bilva leaves. Eventually, someone spotted a basketful of bilva leaves outside the camp from an unknown source. That day’s worship was done. The same event happened the next day too. On the third day, a 12-year old boy was found to be the source of those leaves. The boy was taken to the saint who thanked him for the leaves. He asked the boy how he knew to pluck the leaves in the right way to be suitable for the worship.

The boy said, “My dad taught me to identify the leaves and how to pluck them.” Maha Periva was immensely pleased with the orphaned boy, who was working for a landlord. Maha Periva asked the boy what he wanted. The boy said, “I have three wishes.” The first wish was to sing in the presence of Maha Periva everyday while he camped there. Second, to be allowed to bring bilva leaves, and his last wish would be asked before Maha Periva left the camp.
Maha Periva agreed to all of them. The time for Maha Periva to leave the camp arrived. The boy hesitated to remind Maha Periva of his third wish, but Maha Periva asked him about it. The boy nervously responded, “My dad taught me that don’t ask trifles of a great saint. So I want you to bless me that this be my last birth.”
People were stunned to hear this from a little boy, but Maha Periva solemnly said, “May that be so.” He asked the landlord to keep him informed about the boy’s welfare.
After a few years, one summer day at 1 PM in Kanchi, Maha Periva suddenly left his seat and walked out of the Math towards the nearby temple pond. He took a dip in it and then meditated on the scorching stairs for an hour. Then he went into the pond for a dip and again meditated for an hour. This continued till 7 PM. His disciples were puzzled by this action. After 7 PM, Maha Periva came back to Math inquiring periodically if any telegram was in. The next morning, a telegram from the landlord arrived, which said that the boy had been ill for a couple days and died yesterday around 1 PM. Maha Periva, to keep his promise to the boy, meditated to ensure that this was the boy’s last birth. For as per his destiny, the boy still had a few more births to go through, but because he surrendered himself to his Guru, it became the Guru’s responsibility to take care of him.
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ABC … of Life

by Devotee

Sri Sathya Sai Baba of Puttaparthi in India is revered by millions all over the world as a saint or God Himself. His biography can be read in Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sathya_Sai_Baba


I had never been a big follower of him – he has his fair share of ardent followers, admirers and detractors too. In fact, more often I was a skeptic of his motives, but so I was about every person who wore an ochre robe. But what I admire most and I have to admit is the serious devotion, goodness, simplicity, moral and spiritual discipline that his devotees imbibed through following him. In fact the reference given below is a testimony to this fact. I had seen numerous such people since childhood: a devoted family  who were poor financially and with a paralytic as the family head, but always had evening aarati and meditation on him at their home; another person who worked in office but distributed Baba’s pithy spiritual and moral short sayings to children of various schools during his off-work hours so as to inspire the children etc. Besides the devotional and spiritual focus, his organization also does a lot of welfare activities: They run schools/colleges, hospitals, build homes, lay water supply network to their home district (county) etc.

The Baba had given his teachings as ABC … of Life to a close devotee who presented the same to a large gathering [1]. The gist of that presentation is being given here:

ABC: Always Be Careful,  Always Be Cautious, Always Be Compassionate, Always Be Concerned, Always Be Charitable, Always Be Cheerful, Avoid Bad Company

D: Duty, Dedication, Devotion, Discipline, Discrimination

E: Be Energetic, Enterprising, Eager to learn the ways of life

F: Follow the Master, Face the Devil, Fight till the End, Finish the game

G: Be Gracious, Be Grateful, Be Godly

H: Be Honest, Be Humble, Be Holy

I: Have Intellectual Devotion (not just blind faith), Integrity, Intensity

J: Be Jubilant as we are dealing with God, living with and in God, if necessary we will die for Him; Be Joyous – Joy is Jesus first, others next; Be Just, Be a good Judge of yourself, don’t be Judgemental of others

K: Be a King (अमृतस्य पुत्राः, children of immortality) – no room for any misery or suffering or disappointment or discontentment, Be a man of Highest Knowledge, Be an embodiment of Kindness

L: Be Loving, Living, Listening, Learning, Lifting – rise above the material world

M: Be Modest, Master the mind and you become the Mastermind

N: Be a Nobody (no identification with anything), Be Noble

O: Be Obedient, Be Organized – use intellect (that which is available in the world should be achieved through our self efforts, don’t beg for them from God), Ask from God that the world cannot give you – the divine bliss

P: Be an embodiment of Purity, Peace, Patience but not of Power, Possession and Property

Q: Be Quiet (internally and externally), Only in intense silence can you hear the inner voice of God; Be Quick to serve God, Be Quick to follow the Master, Be ready to Quit or let go: only true surrender to God can help us to get rid of desires, position in society, craving for property, attachment to relationships etc.

R: Be a true Reflection of God

Reference:

Youtube video: Vedam Chanting by the European Veda Union Group, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCc8weZ5CkM (From 32:06)

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