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

Sunday, September 17, 2000

Garden: What is that flute...


What is that flute whose music thrills me with joy? The FLAME burns without a lamp; the LOTUS blossoms without a root; flowers bloom in clusters; the moon-bird is devoted to the moon; with all its heart the rain-bird longs for the shower of rain — but upon whose love does the Lover concentrate His entire life?

Where to next: FLAME or LOTUS?


[Source: RT 53; 1.122. kaum muralî s'abd s'un ânand bhayo]

moon-bird. This is the chakor, an Indian partridge who feels a love for the moon that is both intense and unrequited.

rain-bird. This is the chatak bird (a type of cuckoo), who thirsts for the rain.

Garden: First the forest...


First the forest is consumed by fire — and then it grows green again; I render homage to that TREE which bears FRUIT when cut down.

Where to next: the FRUIT-TREE, or the SHADE-TREE?


[Source: CV 3.13.1]