Posted by Pristine Eyes on February 27, 2008
“The waves of desire in the world-ocean are intoxicating wine. ”
Sri Guru Granth Sahib
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The waves rushed towards the shore
Each competing with the other
In a race to reach the land first.
But a young wave seemed reluctant
To move forward : touching the shore
Is sure death! Why should I proceed? It cried.
The swaying waters smiled and said:
There is no death in gifting oneself to the beloved.
The land is the lover of the ocean,
Therefore it’s shores surround us in an eternal hug,
From the cliffs and hilltops, it stares at us with longing
The ocean answers the land’s call by reaching out
With its gentle waves, in a romance everlasting
And forever incomplete.
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Posted by Pristine Eyes on January 30, 2008
The Big Banyan tree stood in the middle of the village
With support from its many arms
Like a Grandfather among other trees.
From a distance leaves piled on leaves,
Like a gigantic umbrella against the sky
Shading the children who played beneath it
And a thousand meshed stand
To rest the birds who perched atop it.
It was a complete theater of love, affection, quarrels, play, both above and beneath.
The Blessed Lord said: There is a banyan tree which has its roots upward and its branches down and whose leaves are the Vedic hymns. One who knows this tree is the knower of the Vedas.
– Bhagavad Gita
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Posted by Pristine Eyes on January 27, 2008
I had a lovely companion during my vacation in the queenly Himalayan hill station. Her beauty struck a deep response in my heart for, it was highlighted by a mystery, a certain something which seemed to reside veiled within her.
She was there for me whenever I needed her. I just had to open the window of my room and look out and there she was, mirroring the sun-lit sky or glistening under the moon.
………………. She is fondly called the Lake of the Goddess.
“If the surface of a lake is lashed into waves, the water becomes muddy and the bottom cannot be seen. The lake represents the mind and the bottom of the lake the Atman.”
Patanjali Yoga Sutra
Patanjali
Translated by Swami Prabhavananda & Christopher Isherwood
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