Reflections at the work desk

Friday, 2nd of September, 2011, 1:27am

At night comes reflections.
Usually I take rest at this time,
but I find myself at work.

There is a need
for spiritual knowledge
in the life
of human beings.

"Why?", one may ask
and intelligently so.

The reality of the spiritual person
over the idea
of the lonelyness
of the empty,
material body,
is the only thing
which truely
can satisfy
the inherent restlessness
of the living entity.

We are now,
in the so called
modern day and age,
searchin the universe,
asking the stars for answers to our origin;
searching the mind,
asking questions of true morality;
searching the body (of mice and men),
asking the cells for a cure of death;
but all we percieve
is the echoes
of our own speculations.
There is no real knowledge.
Wishy, washy
at best.

In spite of this,

the human being
possess
one unique quality,
setting us apart from the lower animals
(apes included),
enabeling us
to tap into
the realm
of the spiritual reality.

The human being
naturally
seek to question
if the everyday lives we lead
(death included)
has any meaning.

This inquisitiveness
is in actuality
the only prerequisite
for the revelation
of spiritual knowledge.
For knowledge descending from the realm of spirit
is always revealed.
That is its nature.

So,
in conclusion,
this essential knowledge,
for any successful development
of human society,
or individual enlightenment,
is a must!

And
is by the descending process
recieved,
but always in a line revealed,
from pure master
to qualified student,
a chain going back
to the very beginning of cosmos,

Sri Krishna.

Into the woods, Saturday 17.9.11

”The beauty of nature

Is the smiling face of Krishna

Inviting us home.”

The words of my dear Gurumaharaja

Come to me.

They invite reflections:

               

               I am sitting by the shore

Of Calf Lake.

Time is midday.

To get up here

Is a two hour brisk trek.

I have been here many times.

This is one of my favorite spots.

I can still make out the charred remains

Of last years cooking fire.

The chill moist of the woodland night

Still clings to the grass and shrubs

In shady corners.

Berry season is definitely over,

But fungus are abundant.

The lake  is calm and tranquil.

It looks so inviting,

But a dip of my hand

Sends lightning up my arm.

It’s frigid!

Summer has given way to autumn.

Seasons change

Like the coming and going

Of happiness and distress

In this world.

This philosophical point

Of the Bhagavad-Gita

Becomes so clear up here

Amongst the natural contrasts.

Leaf trees yellowing,

In a few months

The first snow.

Summer has withdrawn

And will remain inert

Until again called upon

By duty bound spring.

This is beauty.

Krishna’s creation.

Reflecting His potency

The gross nature of

Curious animals,

Dazzling colors,

Pine trees

And winding forest paths,

Attracts the mind

With soothing goodness.

For a devotee,

However,

This is an invitation

To rise above

Moist mushrooms,

Rotting bogs

And mires,

Above ghostly nights,

Lonely echoes

And the cruel struggle for mere existence,

A world doomed

By crouching,

All consuming time.

Rather approach

That wish fulfilling land

Of Tulasi Forests,

The eternal land of Radha and Krishna.

Our true home.

Thoughts for Saturday Harinama, 24th of September, 4:41am

                   

It’s all about Sankirtan.

It’s all about giving Krishna

To others.

There is nothing else,

No other yajna,

For this age.

With our independent,

Creative,

Intelligence-driven

Yantra,

There is practically

No real end

To the possibilities

In the matter

Of preaching Krishna Consciousness,

Especially in the

So called opulence of the Western World.

Why not

Just give yourself

To this program?

My dear mind,

Why do you hesitate?

Why linger,

And nurture these attachments,

These simple mirages

In the desert of what you imagine

To be your glory days, or

That unique time

of youthful expression?

Wake up

To that shifting sound

Of sand

Running away with your years

In the hourglass!

I respect

Your dreams.

They are gentle and full

Of visions,

Of aspirations.

I respect that life you lead

On the inside,

As if legit and tangible,

But no,

And I am sorry to say

Please forgive me:

This is not your reality!

THIS IS NOT YOUR REALITY!

It simply is not.

And that may break your heart

And make you go into that spiral

Of regretting past deeds,

Done or undone,

Or reflect deeply on meaning,

Tearing everything apart,

Looking for clues…

But your are

In all honesty

Wasting

Precious time.

This is the superior knowledge,

You know of nothing to surpass it.

Only you,

My dear mind,

Are foolish enough

To play naïve

And just give in to

Depending

On ridiculous hope.

At our first meeting

My dear Gurumaharaja said to me:

“Now is the time to become a devotee.”

I said to myself:

“That’s just too simple.”

But nay,

This is the core,

The essence of it all.

You see it all around;

Huge billboards,

TV,

A gazillion adds over the years:

White wing

On blood red background,

“Just do it.”