Showing posts with label Garden: Earth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Garden: Earth. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 19, 2000

Garden: It is not the austerities...


It is not the austerities that mortify the flesh which are pleasing to the Lord; when you leave off your clothes and kill your senses, you do not please the Lord: The man who is KIND and who practices righteousness, who remains passive amidst the affairs of the world, who considers all creatures on earth as his own SELF, He attains the Immortal Being, the true GOD is ever with him.

Where to next: the KINDNESS or GOD... or perhaps the SELF?


[Source: RT 65 (partial); 1.22. jab main bhûlâ, re bhâî]

Here is the full poem:

LXV

I. 22. jab main bhûlâ, re bhâî

  O brother! when I was forgetful, my true Guru showed me the Way.
  Then I left off all rites and ceremonies, I bathed no more in the
    holy water:
  Then I learned that it was I alone who was mad, and the whole
    world beside me was sane; and I had disturbed these wise people.
  From that time forth I knew no more how to roll in the dust in
    obeisance:
  I do not ring the temple bell:
  I do not set the idol on its throne:
  I do not worship the image with flowers.
  It is not the austerities that mortify the flesh which are
    pleasing to the Lord,
  When you leave off your clothes and kill your senses, you do not
    please the Lord:
  The man who is kind and who practises righteousness, who remains
    passive amidst the affairs of the world, who considers all
    creatures on earth as his own self,
  He attains the Immortal Being, the true God is ever with him.
  Kabîr says: "He attains the true Name whose words are pure, and
    who is free from pride and conceit."


Sunday, September 17, 2000

Garden: The hills and the sea...


The hills and the SEA and the EARTH dance. The world of man dances in laughter and tears. Why put on the robe of the monk, and live aloof from the world in lonely pride?

Where to next: the SEA or the EARTH?


[Source: RT 32 (partial); 2.103. nâco re mero man, matta hoy]

monk: this refers to Sannyasa, the practice of renunciation

Here is the full poem:

XXXII

II. 103. nâco re mero man, matta hoy

  Dance, my heart! dance to-day with joy.
  The strains of love fill the days and the nights with music, and
    the world is listening to its melodies:
  Mad with joy, life and death dance to the rhythm of this music.
    The hills and the sea and the earth dance. The world of man
    dances in laughter and tears.
  Why put on the robe of the monk, and live aloof from the world in
    lonely pride?
  Behold! my heart dances in the delight of a hundred arts; and
    the Creator is well pleased.