Teachers open the door, but you must enter by yourself.
~ Chinese Proverb
~ Chinese Proverb
Monday, December 31, 2012
Chance to reborn
It is never late to ask yourself
'Am I ready to change my life,
am I ready to change myself?'
However old we are,
whatever we went through,
it is always possible to reborn.
If each day is a copy of the last one,
what a pity!
Every breath is a chance to reborn.
But to reborn into a new life,
you have to die before dying.
~ Shamsuddin Tabrizi
'Am I ready to change my life,
am I ready to change myself?'
However old we are,
whatever we went through,
it is always possible to reborn.
If each day is a copy of the last one,
what a pity!
Every breath is a chance to reborn.
But to reborn into a new life,
you have to die before dying.
~ Shamsuddin Tabrizi
Friday, December 28, 2012
Face to face with truth
When we are face to face with truth,
the point of view of Krishna, Buddha, Christ,
or any other Prophet, is the same.
When we look at life from the top of the mountain,
there is no limitation;
there is the same immensity.
~ Hazrat Inayat Khan
the point of view of Krishna, Buddha, Christ,
or any other Prophet, is the same.
When we look at life from the top of the mountain,
there is no limitation;
there is the same immensity.
~ Hazrat Inayat Khan
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
An impartial eye
If you truly loved yourself,
you could never hurt another.
Those who experiences the unity of life
sees their own Self in all beings,
and all beings in their own Self,
and looks on everything with an impartial eye.
Those who knows life flows,
feels no wear or tear,
needs no mending or repair.
In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go.
~ Siddhārtha Gautama
you could never hurt another.
Those who experiences the unity of life
sees their own Self in all beings,
and all beings in their own Self,
and looks on everything with an impartial eye.
Those who knows life flows,
feels no wear or tear,
needs no mending or repair.
In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go.
~ Siddhārtha Gautama
Saturday, December 22, 2012
The path
There lived among the hills a woman and her son, and he was her first-born and her only child.
And the boy died of a fever whilst the physician stood by.
The mother was distraught with sorrow, and she cried to the physician and besought him saying, “Tell me, tell me, what was it that made quiet his striving and silent his song?”
And the physician said, “It was the fever.”
And the mother said, “What is the fever?”
And the physician answered, “I cannot explain it. It is a thing infinitely small that visits the body, and we cannot see it with the human eye.”
The physician left her. And she kept repeating to herself, “Something infinitely small. We cannot see it with our human eye.”
And at evening the priest came to console her. And she wept and she cried out saying, “Oh, why have I lost my son, my only son, my first-born?”
And the priest answered, “My child, it is the will of God.”
And the woman said, “What is God and where is God? I would see God that I may tear my bosom before Him, and pour the blood of my heart at His feet. Tell me where I shall find Him.”
And the priest said, “”God is infinitely vast. He is not to be seen with our human eye.”
Then the woman cried out, “The infinitely small has slain my son through the will of the infinitely great! Then what are we? What are we?”
At that moment the woman’s mother came into the room with the shroud for the dead boy, and she heard the words of the priest and also her daughter’s cry. And she laid down the shroud, and took her daughter’s hand in her own hand, and she said, “My daughter, we ourselves are the infinitely small and the infinitely great; and we are the path between the two.”
And the boy died of a fever whilst the physician stood by.
The mother was distraught with sorrow, and she cried to the physician and besought him saying, “Tell me, tell me, what was it that made quiet his striving and silent his song?”
And the physician said, “It was the fever.”
And the mother said, “What is the fever?”
And the physician answered, “I cannot explain it. It is a thing infinitely small that visits the body, and we cannot see it with the human eye.”
The physician left her. And she kept repeating to herself, “Something infinitely small. We cannot see it with our human eye.”
And at evening the priest came to console her. And she wept and she cried out saying, “Oh, why have I lost my son, my only son, my first-born?”
And the priest answered, “My child, it is the will of God.”
And the woman said, “What is God and where is God? I would see God that I may tear my bosom before Him, and pour the blood of my heart at His feet. Tell me where I shall find Him.”
And the priest said, “”God is infinitely vast. He is not to be seen with our human eye.”
Then the woman cried out, “The infinitely small has slain my son through the will of the infinitely great! Then what are we? What are we?”
At that moment the woman’s mother came into the room with the shroud for the dead boy, and she heard the words of the priest and also her daughter’s cry. And she laid down the shroud, and took her daughter’s hand in her own hand, and she said, “My daughter, we ourselves are the infinitely small and the infinitely great; and we are the path between the two.”
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
The quest
A thousand years ago two philosophers met on a slope of Lebanon, and one said to the other, “Where goest thou?”
And the other answered, “I am seeking after the fountain of youth which I know wells out among these hills. I have found writings which tell of that fountain flowering toward the sun. And you, what are you seeking?”
The first man answered, “I am seeking after the mystery of death.”
Then each of the two philosophers conceived that the other was lacking in his great science, and they began to wrangle, and to accuse each other of spiritual blindness.
Now while the two philosophers were loud upon the wind, a stranger, a man who was deemed a simpleton in his own village, passed by, and when he heard the two in hot dispute, he stood awhile and listened to their argument.
Then he came near to them and said, “My good men, it seems that you both really belong to the same school of philosophy, and that you are speaking of the same thing, only you speak in different words. One of you is seeks the fountain of youth, and the other seeks the mystery of death. Yet indeed they are but one, and as they dwell in you both.”
Then the stranger turned away saying, “Farewell sages.” And as he departed he laughed a patient laughter.
The two philosophers looked at each other in silence for a moment, and then they laughed also. And one of them said, “Well now, shall we not walk and seek together.”
Excerpted from 'The Wanderer' by Kahlil Gibran
And the other answered, “I am seeking after the fountain of youth which I know wells out among these hills. I have found writings which tell of that fountain flowering toward the sun. And you, what are you seeking?”
The first man answered, “I am seeking after the mystery of death.”
Then each of the two philosophers conceived that the other was lacking in his great science, and they began to wrangle, and to accuse each other of spiritual blindness.
Now while the two philosophers were loud upon the wind, a stranger, a man who was deemed a simpleton in his own village, passed by, and when he heard the two in hot dispute, he stood awhile and listened to their argument.
Then he came near to them and said, “My good men, it seems that you both really belong to the same school of philosophy, and that you are speaking of the same thing, only you speak in different words. One of you is seeks the fountain of youth, and the other seeks the mystery of death. Yet indeed they are but one, and as they dwell in you both.”
Then the stranger turned away saying, “Farewell sages.” And as he departed he laughed a patient laughter.
The two philosophers looked at each other in silence for a moment, and then they laughed also. And one of them said, “Well now, shall we not walk and seek together.”
Excerpted from 'The Wanderer' by Kahlil Gibran
Thursday, December 6, 2012
The two poems
Many centuries ago, on a road to Athens, two poets met, and they were glad to see one another.
And one poet asked the other saying, “What have you composed of late, and how goes it with your lyre?”
And the other poet answered and said with pride, “I have but now finished the greatest of my poems, perchance the greatest poem yet written in Greek. It is an invocation to Zeus the Supreme.”
Then he took from beneath his cloak a parchment, saying, “Here, behold, I have it with me, and I would fain read it to you. Come, let us sit in the shade of that white cypress.”
And the poet read his poem. And it was a long poem.
And the other poet said in kindliness, “This is a great poem. It will live through the ages, and in it you shall be glorified.”
And the first poet said calmly, “And what have you been writing these late days?”
And the other another, “I have written but little. Only eight lines in remembrance of a child playing in a garden.” And he recited the lines.
The first poet said, “Not so bad; not so bad.”
And they parted.
And now after two thousand years the eight lines of the one poet are read in every tongue, and are loved and cherished.
And though the other poem has indeed come down through the ages in libraries and in the cells of scholars, and though it is remembered, it is neither loved nor read.
Excerpted from 'The Wanderer' by Kahlil Gibran
And one poet asked the other saying, “What have you composed of late, and how goes it with your lyre?”
And the other poet answered and said with pride, “I have but now finished the greatest of my poems, perchance the greatest poem yet written in Greek. It is an invocation to Zeus the Supreme.”
Then he took from beneath his cloak a parchment, saying, “Here, behold, I have it with me, and I would fain read it to you. Come, let us sit in the shade of that white cypress.”
And the poet read his poem. And it was a long poem.
And the other poet said in kindliness, “This is a great poem. It will live through the ages, and in it you shall be glorified.”
And the first poet said calmly, “And what have you been writing these late days?”
And the other another, “I have written but little. Only eight lines in remembrance of a child playing in a garden.” And he recited the lines.
The first poet said, “Not so bad; not so bad.”
And they parted.
And now after two thousand years the eight lines of the one poet are read in every tongue, and are loved and cherished.
And though the other poem has indeed come down through the ages in libraries and in the cells of scholars, and though it is remembered, it is neither loved nor read.
Excerpted from 'The Wanderer' by Kahlil Gibran
The old, old wine
Once there lived a rich man who was justly proud of his cellar and the wine therein. And there was one jug of ancient vintage kept for some occasion known only to himself.
The governor of the state visited him, and he bethought him and said, “That jug shall not be opened for a mere governor.”
And a bishop of the diocese visited him, but he said to himself, “Nay, I will not open that jug. He would not know its value, nor would its aroma reach his nostrils.”
The prince of the realm came and supped with him. But he thought, “It is too royal a wine for a mere princeling.”
And even on the day when his own nephew was married, he said to himself, “No, not to these guests shall that jug be brought forth.”
And the years passed by, and he died, an old man, and he was buried like unto every seed and acorn.
And upon the day that he was buried the ancient jug was brought out together with other jugs of wine, and it was shared by the peasants of the neighbourhood. And none knew its great age.
To them, all that is poured into a cup is only wine.
Excerpted from 'The Wanderer' by Kahlil Gibran
The governor of the state visited him, and he bethought him and said, “That jug shall not be opened for a mere governor.”
And a bishop of the diocese visited him, but he said to himself, “Nay, I will not open that jug. He would not know its value, nor would its aroma reach his nostrils.”
The prince of the realm came and supped with him. But he thought, “It is too royal a wine for a mere princeling.”
And even on the day when his own nephew was married, he said to himself, “No, not to these guests shall that jug be brought forth.”
And the years passed by, and he died, an old man, and he was buried like unto every seed and acorn.
And upon the day that he was buried the ancient jug was brought out together with other jugs of wine, and it was shared by the peasants of the neighbourhood. And none knew its great age.
To them, all that is poured into a cup is only wine.
Excerpted from 'The Wanderer' by Kahlil Gibran
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Work, Love, Dance, Sing, Live...
Work like you don’t need the money.
Love like nobody has ever hurt you.
Dance like nobody is watching.
Sing like nobody is listening.
Live as if this was paradise on Earth.
Love like nobody has ever hurt you.
Dance like nobody is watching.
Sing like nobody is listening.
Live as if this was paradise on Earth.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Streaming water
"One can not reflect in streaming water. Only those who know internal peace can give it to others." ~ Lao Tzu
Friday, October 26, 2012
Simply being
"Dharma is simply BEING. Being what you are…. its PURE. Anything added to it, becomes impure e.g., Hindu Dharma, Christian Dharma, Muslim Dharma, Buddha Dharma, Sikh Dharma, Jain Dharma, etc…. You are love and love has no tags before and after it." ~ Satish Kaku
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Real temple
A single insight into yourself in more valuable than all your sculptures. A single glimpse of consciousness and you have entered the real temple. ~ Osho
Saturday, October 20, 2012
One seed
One seed can make a whole earth green. One spark on you can fill the whole earth with Dance, Song and Music. ~ Osho
What lies within us
"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." ~ Emerson
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Self is everywhere
Those who see all creatures in themselves and themselves in all creatures know no fear. Those who see all creatures in themselves and themselves in all creatures know no grief. How can the multiplicity of life delude the one who sees its unity? The Self is everywhere. Bright is the Self, indivisible, untouched by sin, wise and transcendent. She it is who holds the cosmos together.
~ Isha Upanishad
~ Isha Upanishad
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Bereavement
Bereavement can force you to look at your life directly, compelling you to find a purpose in it where there may not have been one before. When suddenly you find yourself alone after the death of someone you love, it can feel as if you are being given a new life and are being asked: “What will you do with this life? And why do you wish to continue living?”
My heartfelt advice to those in the depths of grief and despair after losing someone they dearly loved is to pray for help and strength and grace. Pray that you will survive and discover the richest possible meaning to the new life you now find yourself in. Be vulnerable and receptive, be courageous and patient. Above all, look into your life to find ways of sharing your love more deeply with others now.
~ Sogyal Rinpoche
My heartfelt advice to those in the depths of grief and despair after losing someone they dearly loved is to pray for help and strength and grace. Pray that you will survive and discover the richest possible meaning to the new life you now find yourself in. Be vulnerable and receptive, be courageous and patient. Above all, look into your life to find ways of sharing your love more deeply with others now.
~ Sogyal Rinpoche
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Emotions
Take care of your emotions. You can let it out simply by observing it instead of personalising and and holding it. ~ Satish Kaku
Monday, October 8, 2012
The glory of meditation
The real glory of meditation lies not in any method but in its continual living experience of presence, in its bliss, clarity, peace, and, most important of all, complete absence of grasping.
The diminishing of your grasping is a sign that you are becoming freer of yourself. And the more you experience this freedom, the clearer the sign that the ego and the hopes and fears that keep it alive are dissolving and the closer you will come to the infinitely generous “wisdom of egolessness.” When you live in that wisdom home, you’ll no longer find a barrier between “I” and “you,” “this” and “that,” “inside” and “outside”; you’ll have come, finally, to your true home, the state of nonduality.
~ Sogyal Rinpoche
The diminishing of your grasping is a sign that you are becoming freer of yourself. And the more you experience this freedom, the clearer the sign that the ego and the hopes and fears that keep it alive are dissolving and the closer you will come to the infinitely generous “wisdom of egolessness.” When you live in that wisdom home, you’ll no longer find a barrier between “I” and “you,” “this” and “that,” “inside” and “outside”; you’ll have come, finally, to your true home, the state of nonduality.
~ Sogyal Rinpoche
Sunday, October 7, 2012
State of Dilemma
When you are stuck on a decision where your mind and heart are creating the dilemma, Listen to your mind and not your heart. Don't let your heart pound your mind!!!
Friday, September 7, 2012
Operate from love
Do not let your fears run your life. Operate from love. You will be able to do your best and live in accordance with the law of nature. Whatever comes will look like a blessing. ~ Satish Kaku
Ignorance
“The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don’t know anything about.” ~ Wayne Dyer
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Limitation of sight
"Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight." ~ Rossiter W. Raymond
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Painting your life
At birth, your life was a plain canvas.
Your potential is the colours.
Your choices are the strokes on the canvas.
At death, this canvas
will either be a treasured masterpiece
or an unnoticed scribbling.
That would be the judgment day
on how good a painter you were
in painting your life.
Excerpted from ‘Unposted Letter’ by T.T. Ranga Rajan
Your potential is the colours.
Your choices are the strokes on the canvas.
At death, this canvas
will either be a treasured masterpiece
or an unnoticed scribbling.
That would be the judgment day
on how good a painter you were
in painting your life.
Excerpted from ‘Unposted Letter’ by T.T. Ranga Rajan
Friday, August 3, 2012
Immense silence
"The present has nothing to do with time. If you are just here in this moment, there is no time. There is immense silence, stillness, no movement; nothing is passing, everything has come to a sudden stop." ~ Osho
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Live totally and intensely
"Live totally, and live intensely, so that each moment becomes golden and your whole life becomes a series of golden moments." ~ Osho
Monday, July 16, 2012
Attitude toward Death
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about his religion.
Respect others in their views
and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long
and of service to your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day
when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting
or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light,
for your life, for your strength.
Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason to give thanks,
the fault lies in yourself.
When your time comes to die, be not like those
whose hearts are filled with fear of death,
so that when their time comes they weep and pray
for a little more time to live their lives over again
in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
~ The Teaching of Tecumseh
Trouble no one about his religion.
Respect others in their views
and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long
and of service to your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day
when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting
or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light,
for your life, for your strength.
Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason to give thanks,
the fault lies in yourself.
When your time comes to die, be not like those
whose hearts are filled with fear of death,
so that when their time comes they weep and pray
for a little more time to live their lives over again
in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
~ The Teaching of Tecumseh
Sunday, July 15, 2012
On death
"You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heath of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one." Excerpted from 'The Prophet' by Kahlil Gibran
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Right time
"When we don’t learn lessons at the right time, nature will compel us to learn the same lessons at a wrong time."
Saturday, July 7, 2012
The dead have peace...
The dead they sleep a long, long sleep;
The dead they rest, and their rest is deep;
The dead have peace, but the living weep.
~Samuel Hoffenstein
The dead they rest, and their rest is deep;
The dead have peace, but the living weep.
~Samuel Hoffenstein
Friday, July 6, 2012
Peace my heart...
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Acquire silence
"Train the mind to acquire silence because if the mind is silent, there is a great possibility of clarity on the thoughts."
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
What rules?
"There is no definition for a good day or a bad day, it all depends on us and our thoughts that whether we rule the day or the day rules us."
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Do good
Life is like echo, all comes back, the Good, the Bad, the False, the True…
So, give the world the best you have and the best will surely come back!
So, give the world the best you have and the best will surely come back!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Temper
A Zen student came to Bankei and complained: "Master, I have an ungovernable temper. How can I cure it?"
"You have something very strange," replied Bankei. "Let me see what you have."
"Just now I cannot show it to you," replied the other.
"When can you show it to me?" asked Bankei.
"It arises unexpectedly," replied the student.
"Then," concluded Bankei, "it must not be your own true nature. If it were, you could show it to me at any time. When you were born you did not have it, and your parents did not give it to you. Think that over."
"You have something very strange," replied Bankei. "Let me see what you have."
"Just now I cannot show it to you," replied the other.
"When can you show it to me?" asked Bankei.
"It arises unexpectedly," replied the student.
"Then," concluded Bankei, "it must not be your own true nature. If it were, you could show it to me at any time. When you were born you did not have it, and your parents did not give it to you. Think that over."
Saturday, April 14, 2012
The stone in mind
Hogen, a Chinese Zen teacher, lived alone in a small temple in the country. One day four traveling monks appeared and asked if they might make a fire in his yard to warm themselves.
While they were building the fire, Hogen heard them arguing about subjectivity and objectivity. He joined them and said: "There is a big stone. Do you consider it to be inside or outside your mind?"
One of the monks replied: "From the Buddhist viewpoint everything is an objectification of mind, so I would say that the stone is inside my mind."
"Your head must feel very heavy," observed Hogen, "if you are carrying around a stone like that in your mind."
While they were building the fire, Hogen heard them arguing about subjectivity and objectivity. He joined them and said: "There is a big stone. Do you consider it to be inside or outside your mind?"
One of the monks replied: "From the Buddhist viewpoint everything is an objectification of mind, so I would say that the stone is inside my mind."
"Your head must feel very heavy," observed Hogen, "if you are carrying around a stone like that in your mind."
Monday, April 9, 2012
A drop of water
A Zen master named Gisan asked a young student to bring him a pail of water to cool his bath.
The student brought the water and, after cooling the bath, threw on to the ground the little that was left over.
"You dunce!" the master scolded him. "Why didn't you give the rest of the water to the plants? What right have you to waste even one drop of water in this temple?"
The young student attained Zen in that instant. He changed his name to Tekisui, which means a drop of water.
The student brought the water and, after cooling the bath, threw on to the ground the little that was left over.
"You dunce!" the master scolded him. "Why didn't you give the rest of the water to the plants? What right have you to waste even one drop of water in this temple?"
The young student attained Zen in that instant. He changed his name to Tekisui, which means a drop of water.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Killing
Gasan instructed his adherents one day: "Those who speak against killing and who desire to spare the lives of all conscious beings are right. It is good to protect even animals and insects. But what about those persons who kill time, what about those who are destroying wealth, and those who destroy political economy? We should not overlook them. Furthermore, what of the one who preaches without enlightenment? He is killing Buddhism."
Sunday, April 1, 2012
No Water, No Moon
When the nun Chiyono studied Zen under Bukko of Engaku she was unable to attain the fruits of meditation for a long time.
At last one moonlit night she was carrying water in an old pail bound with bamboo. The bamboo broke and the bottom fell out of the pail, and at that moment Chiyono was set free!
In commemoration, she wrote a poem:
In this way and that I tried to save the old pail
Since the bamboo strip was weakening and about to break
Until at last the bottom fell out.
No more water in the pail!
No more moon in the water!
At last one moonlit night she was carrying water in an old pail bound with bamboo. The bamboo broke and the bottom fell out of the pail, and at that moment Chiyono was set free!
In commemoration, she wrote a poem:
In this way and that I tried to save the old pail
Since the bamboo strip was weakening and about to break
Until at last the bottom fell out.
No more water in the pail!
No more moon in the water!
You are a Masterpiece
"A plum once said, 'just because a banana lover came by, I converted myself into a banana. Unfortunately, his taste changed after a few months and so I became an orange. When he said I was bitter I became an apple, but he went in search of grapes.
Yielding to the opinions of so many people, I have changed so many times that I no more know who I am. How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum lover.'
Just because a group of people do not accept you as you are, there is no necessity for you to strip yourself of your originality.
You need to think Good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate. Never stoop down in order to gain recognition. Never let go of your true self to win a relationship. In the long run, you will regret that you traded your greatest Glory - your uniqueness, for momentary validation.
Even Gandhi was not accepted by many people. The group that does not accept you as YOU is not Your world. There is a world for each one of you, where you shall reign as king /queen by just being yourself. Find that world... In fact, that world will find You.
What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold cannot. The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity of the tree enables it to stay rooted. Everything and everybody has been designed with a Proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose that we can fulfill only by being our unique self.
You as you alone can serve your purpose and I as I Alone can serve my purpose. You are here to be you... Just YOU.
There was a time in this world when a Krishna was required and he was sent; A time when a Christ was required and he was sent; a time when a Mahatma was Required and he was sent; a time when a J.R.D.Tata was required and he was Sent. There came a time when you were required on this planet and hence you were sent.
Let us be the best we can be. In the history of the universe, there has been nobody like you and to the infinity of time to come, there will be no one like you. Existence should have loved you so much that it broke the mould after making you, so that another of your kind will never get repeated.
You are original. You are rare. You are unique. You are a wonder. You are a masterpiece. .. Your Master's piece. Celebrate your Uniqueness.
~ Sri Ravi Shankar
Yielding to the opinions of so many people, I have changed so many times that I no more know who I am. How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum lover.'
Just because a group of people do not accept you as you are, there is no necessity for you to strip yourself of your originality.
You need to think Good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate. Never stoop down in order to gain recognition. Never let go of your true self to win a relationship. In the long run, you will regret that you traded your greatest Glory - your uniqueness, for momentary validation.
Even Gandhi was not accepted by many people. The group that does not accept you as YOU is not Your world. There is a world for each one of you, where you shall reign as king /queen by just being yourself. Find that world... In fact, that world will find You.
What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold cannot. The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity of the tree enables it to stay rooted. Everything and everybody has been designed with a Proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose that we can fulfill only by being our unique self.
You as you alone can serve your purpose and I as I Alone can serve my purpose. You are here to be you... Just YOU.
There was a time in this world when a Krishna was required and he was sent; A time when a Christ was required and he was sent; a time when a Mahatma was Required and he was sent; a time when a J.R.D.Tata was required and he was Sent. There came a time when you were required on this planet and hence you were sent.
Let us be the best we can be. In the history of the universe, there has been nobody like you and to the infinity of time to come, there will be no one like you. Existence should have loved you so much that it broke the mould after making you, so that another of your kind will never get repeated.
You are original. You are rare. You are unique. You are a wonder. You are a masterpiece. .. Your Master's piece. Celebrate your Uniqueness.
~ Sri Ravi Shankar
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Be creative, be in love
To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it. ~ Osho
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Gratitude
It is very important to have an "attitude of gratitude".
Excerpted from 'The Secret' by Rhonda Byrne
Excerpted from 'The Secret' by Rhonda Byrne
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Impermanence
“There is no place on earth where death cannot find us—even if we constantly twist our heads about in all directions as in a dubious and suspect land... If there were any way of sheltering from death's blows—/ am not the man to recoil from it... But it is madness to think that you can succeed...
Men come and they go and they trot and they dance, and never a word about death. All well and good. Yet when death does come—to them, their wives, their children, their friends - catching them unawares and unprepared, then what storms of passion overwhelm them, what cries, what fury, what despair!...
To begin depriving death of its greatest advantage over us, let us adopt a way clean contrary to that common one; let us deprive death of its strangeness, let us frequent it, let us get used to it; let us have nothing more often in mind than death... We do not know where death awaits us: so let us wait for it everywhere. To practice death is to practice freedom. A man who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave.” ~ Montaige
Excerpted from "The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying” by Sogyal Rinpoche
Men come and they go and they trot and they dance, and never a word about death. All well and good. Yet when death does come—to them, their wives, their children, their friends - catching them unawares and unprepared, then what storms of passion overwhelm them, what cries, what fury, what despair!...
To begin depriving death of its greatest advantage over us, let us adopt a way clean contrary to that common one; let us deprive death of its strangeness, let us frequent it, let us get used to it; let us have nothing more often in mind than death... We do not know where death awaits us: so let us wait for it everywhere. To practice death is to practice freedom. A man who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave.” ~ Montaige
Excerpted from "The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying” by Sogyal Rinpoche
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
The most valuable word
“Once I was on a journey and someone asked me which word in a man’s vocabulary was the most valuable. My reply was, Love. The man was surprised. He said he had expected me to answer soul or God. I laughed and said “Love is God.”
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Argument v/s Uncertainty
An Open Argument is more so interesting if we learn from it, but if we are only up proving our own point then no use of an argument. Uncertainty is the spice of Life, for if everything is certain then it becomes boring and mundane..... Certainty of life would kill that flavor in life and then the proverb "Expect the Unexpected" would stand no more.
Iti - Mayank
Iti - Mayank
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
The logic of compassion
We all feel and know something of the benefits of compassion. But the particular strength of the Buddhist teaching is that it shows you clearly a "logic" of compassion. Once you have grasped it, this logic makes your practice of compassion at once more urgent and all-embracing, and more stable and grounded, because it is based on the clarity of a reasoning whose truth becomes ever more apparent as you pursue and test it.
We may say, and even half-believe, that compassion is marvelous, but in practice our actions are deeply uncompassionate and bring us and others mostly frustration and distress, and not the happiness we are all seeking.
Isn't it absurd, then, that we all long for happiness, yet nearly all our actions and feelings lead us directly away from that happiness? Could there be any greater sign that our whole view of what real happiness is, and of how to attain it, is radically flawed?
To realize what I call the wisdom of compassion is to see with complete clarity its benefits, as well as the damage that its opposite has done to us. We need to make a very clear distinction between what is in our ego's self-interest and what is in our ultimate interest; it is from mistaking one for the other that all our suffering comes.
Excerpted from "The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying” by Sogyal Rinpoche
We may say, and even half-believe, that compassion is marvelous, but in practice our actions are deeply uncompassionate and bring us and others mostly frustration and distress, and not the happiness we are all seeking.
Isn't it absurd, then, that we all long for happiness, yet nearly all our actions and feelings lead us directly away from that happiness? Could there be any greater sign that our whole view of what real happiness is, and of how to attain it, is radically flawed?
To realize what I call the wisdom of compassion is to see with complete clarity its benefits, as well as the damage that its opposite has done to us. We need to make a very clear distinction between what is in our ego's self-interest and what is in our ultimate interest; it is from mistaking one for the other that all our suffering comes.
Excerpted from "The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying” by Sogyal Rinpoche
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Self grasping
"If all the harms,
Fears and sufferings in the world
Arise from self-grasping,
What need have I for such a great evil spirit?"
Excerpted from "The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying” by Sogyal Rinpoche
Fears and sufferings in the world
Arise from self-grasping,
What need have I for such a great evil spirit?"
Excerpted from "The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying” by Sogyal Rinpoche
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