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Re: Divine poetry and thoughts
« Reply #75 on: September 27, 2012, 09:28:48 AM »
Dear Ravi,

Yes. Crying for God is the sure way to get Him.  AzhuthAl unnai peRalAme....said Manikkavachagar. People in the world
cry for money, cry for kith and kin, cry for health, cry for food - but very few cry for God.

Arunachala Siva,   

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« Reply #76 on: September 27, 2012, 09:35:14 AM »
Dear Ravi,

Manikkavachagar says in Tiruchadakam, Ananda Paravasam, last verse:

யானே பொய் என்நெஞ்சும் பொய் என் அன்பும் பொய்
ஆனால் வினையேன் அழுதால் உன்னைப் பெறலாமே
தேனே அமுதே கரும்பின் தெளிவே தித்திக்கும்
மானே அருளாய் அடியேன் உனை வந்து உறுமாறே. 94

I am falsity; my heart is falsity; even my love towards you is falsity.
But can I not get you when I weep for you?
O the honey, the nectar, the sugar cane juice!
Ever sweet God, please bless me to attain You.

Arunachala Siva.

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« Reply #77 on: September 27, 2012, 11:26:20 AM »
Subramanian,
Yes friend.ManikkavAchakar's verse is absolutely disarming!
Namaskar.

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« Reply #78 on: September 27, 2012, 09:58:23 PM »
Jewell,
"I will cry out to Thee" is the approach Sri Ramakrishna recommends!
Harindranath Chattopadhyaya is from the same state of BengAl(calcutta).He has met Sri Bhagavan and this is figuring in 'Day by Day with Bhagavan' by Devaraja Mudaliar.Here it is the excerpt:

5-6-45 Afternoon

Myself, Harindranath Chattopadhyaya, G.V. Subbaramayyaand T. P. Ramachandra Aiyar were sitting in the front row just
opposite Bhagavan in the hall and G.V.S. said to H.C. “I recently came across a typed copy of some of your verses made at
Aurobindo Ashram, with Sri Aurobindo’s notes on the margin highly commending some verses.” Thereupon H.C. told
Bhagavan, “I stayed at Aurobindo’s Ashram for two years and I then made about 4000 sonnets and a poem of 50,000 lines plus
other poetry.” Apparently the fact that H.C. had been at Aurobindo’s Ashram before for two years was news to Bhagavan,
though it was not to some of us. This is the third visit of H.C. to Bhagavan. H.C. then gave us a recitation of two of his earliest
poems and one out of those made at Pondicherry
. They are given below. Bhagavan enjoyed the recitation.

(Harindranath recites the poems that I have posted-1.THE EARTHEN GOBLET
(A conversation between the poet and the goblet), 2.PITCHERS OF CLAY and 3.SHAPER SHAPED-Ravi )

After this I asked H.C. to recite before Bhagavan (or rather act as on the stage) a piece from a play of his in which a docklabourer
groaning under his work bursts out into a complaint. H.C. did so and all saw how moving a good recitation can be.
After a while H.C. asked Bhagavan, “How is it, Bhagavan, we sometimes feel choked with tears in Bhagavan’s Presence?”
Bhagavan smiled and kept quiet. I said, “It is a good thing if one’s tears gush forth like that and even of Bhagavan it is
recorded that when he used to go and stand before the image in the temple at Madura, before he came here, tears used to flow
involuntarily out of his eyes, not as the result of any joy or pain, but purely out of bhakti
.” Bhagavan was thereupon kind enough
to add, “Even after coming here such a thing has happened. Even on reading or hearing touching passages from books such
a thing has happened
. Apparently a stock of emotional tears is latent in so many of us, so that at any opportune moment, or on
the slightest provocation, they well out without any control on our part.”

Namaskar


Dear Sri Ravi,

Yes,that is the bhakta's approach. I always loved it,it seems somehow,natural,simple. Only,if this reason,curiosity would not mix... I felt that way when i was reading this poems. Not only that i love that Love which i can feel in them,but that will,determination,unshakable faith,that even in hell,Love will not be any less! No matter what. I saw that all in this poem. I will read more about Harindranath.
Thats way i love Swami Vivekananda so much. He have all that,and was a truly Great,Great Soul! And i look on Sri Ramakrishna Paramhansa and Him,like on one Great fusion. All Love and All Strenght!

And interesting story about meeting with Bhagavan.

Thank You Sri Ravi!!!
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« Reply #79 on: September 27, 2012, 10:25:32 PM »
WING-INTOXICATED


My will is like an olden
And lonely standing hill:
God’s solitary eagle
Of vision proud and regal
With pinions wide and golden
Is monarch of my will:
My will is like an olden
And lonely-standing hill.

My love is like a boundless
Ever-unclouded sky:
No shade shall ever trample
Its azure, deep and ample,
Below, time is a soundless
And ineffectual cry:
My love is like a boundless
Ever-unclouded sky.

My soul is like a lonely
Ripe lustre-warmth that leavens
Millenniums of greyness,
And mortal far-awayness,
Keen as a star when only
One star is in the heavens,—
My soul is like a lonely
Ripe lustre-warmth that leavens.

My hope is like the playing
Of some ecstatic flute,
When, in unruffled weather,
Sweet angels meet together
In heaven, holidaying
In childhood absolute:
My hope is like the playing
Of some ecstatic flute.

My prayer is like a branching
Giant-aspiring tree:
Rich with the bloom-and-wing-time,
God’s everlasting springtime
Which ne’er hath known the blanching
By winters that might be:
My prayer is like a branching
Giant-aspiring tree.

My faith is like a mountain
That rises higher and higher,
Nothing dare overcome it,
Since there, upon its summit,
Playeth the deathless fountain
Of death-consuming fire:
My faith is like a mountain
That rises higher and higher.

Harindranath Chattopadhyaya

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« Reply #80 on: September 28, 2012, 10:31:09 PM »
A Blessing

The Mother’s heart, the hero’s will,
The softest flowers’ sweetest feel;
The charm and force that ever sway
The altar-fire’s flaming play;
The strength that leads, in love obeys;
Far-reaching dreams, and patient ways,
Eternal faith in Self, in all,
The light Divine in great, in small;
All these and more than I could see,
Today may “Mother” grant to thee!

 Swami Vivekananda

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« Reply #81 on: September 28, 2012, 10:47:13 PM »
The Song Of The Free

The wounded snake its hood unfurls,
The flame stirred up doth blaze,
The desert air resounds the calls
Of heart-struck lion’s rage.

The cloud puts forth it deluge strength
When lightning cleaves its breast,
When the soul is stirred to its in most depth
Great ones unfold their best.

Let eyes grow dim and heart grow faint,
And friendship fail and love betray,
Let Fate its hundred horrors send,
And clotted darkness block the way.

All nature wear one angry frown,
To crush you out – still know, my soul,
You are Divine. March on and on,
Nor right nor left but to the goal.

Nor angel I, nor man, nor brute,
Nor body, mind, nor he nor she,
The books do stop in wonder mute
To tell my nature; I am He.

Before the sun, the moon, the earth,
Before the stars or comets free,
Before e’en time has had its birth,
I was, I am, and I will be.

The beauteous earth, the glorious sun,
The calm sweet moon, the spangled sky,
Causation’s law do make them run;
They live in bonds, in bonds they die.

And mind its mantle dreamy net
Cast o’er them all and holds them fast.
In warp and woof of thought are set,
Earth, hells, and heavens, or worst or best.

Know these are but the outer crust -
All space and time, all effect, cause.
I am beyond all sense, all thoughts,
The witness of the universe.

Not two nor many, ’tis but one,
And thus in me all me’s I have;
I cannot hate, I cannot shun
Myself from me, I can but love.

From dreams awake, from bonds be free,
Be not afraid. This mystery,
My shadow, cannot frighten me,
Know once for all that I am He.

- Swami Vivekananda

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« Reply #82 on: October 02, 2012, 12:44:58 AM »
A Benediction

The mother’s heart, the hero’s will,
The sweetness of the southern breeze,
The sacred charm and strength that dwell
On Aryan altars, flaming, free;
All these be yours, and many more
No ancient soul could dream before –
Be thou to India’s future son
The mistress, servant, friend in one.

 - Swami Vivekananda

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« Reply #83 on: October 02, 2012, 10:50:43 PM »
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"Be strong! … You talk of ghosts and devils. We are the living devils. The sign of life is strength and growth. The sign of death is weakness. Whatever is weak, avoid! It is death. If it is strength, go down into hell and get hold of it! There is salvation only for the brave. "None but the brave deserves the fair." None but the bravest deserves salvation.

Discriminate within yourself between the real and the unreal. Have you not read the Vedanta? Even when you sleep, keep the sword of discrimination at the head of your bed, so that covetousness cannot approach you even in dream. Practicing such strength, renunciation will gradually come, and then you will see the portals of heaven are wide open to you.
Swami Vivekananda
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« Reply #84 on: October 06, 2012, 01:54:15 AM »
Do You Love Me?

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

 Rumi

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« Reply #85 on: October 06, 2012, 05:48:13 AM »
jewell,
Wonderful verses of Rumi.Thanks very much.
Namaskar.

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« Reply #86 on: October 06, 2012, 05:21:19 PM »
Thank You,dear Sri Ravi!

Indeed are beautiful,those words reflect many thoughts and feelings which we encounter in this search and quest for Reality. They belong to Grace,they are Love itself,thats way they are Universal. They Are Reality,God itself,i would say...

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« Reply #87 on: October 06, 2012, 07:04:45 PM »
Give All To Love

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Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the muse;
Nothing refuse.

‘Tis a brave master,
Let it have scope,
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope;
High and more high,
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But ’tis a god,
Knows its own path,
And the outlets of the sky.
‘Tis not for the mean,
It requireth courage stout,
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending;
Such ’twill reward,
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love; –
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, for ever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
Vague shadow of surmise,
Flits across her bosom young
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free,
Do not thou detain a hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Tho’ her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive,
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

- Ralph Emerson

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« Reply #88 on: October 07, 2012, 12:59:37 AM »
Think On

Think within thee, till the light of day
Be as the darkness of very night—
Till the self-illuminated Way
Show thee the Darkness to be but Light.

Then shall the bounds of the solid Earth
Mingle with the liquid of the Sky:
Then shalt thou gain freedom from Re-birth,
Merging into Shiv the Self on high.

When the nectar of the waning Moon
Riseth to feed the awaiting Sun,
What is it aught but an empty boon?
Booty that the maw of Rah hath won.

Yet shall Self-illuminated Thought
Show another picture, late or soon:—
Ignorance blind—as a demon caught;
Rah himself as booty of the Moon.

There be that to know and to be known.
There be knowledge, too, to know them by.
By the Light in thee shall both be shown,
Thinking and thinking, if thou but try.

Rah it was came booty for the Moon;
Now shall the Moon be booty of thine.
Think on, and both shall a void soon:
Only shall remain the Thought Divine.

By: Lalla

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« Reply #89 on: October 07, 2012, 07:03:59 PM »
Let Me be Mad

O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!

Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.

Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!

Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.

Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert

Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:

Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!

- Rumi