tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74091422024-03-14T09:22:44.756+07:00HERE AND NOWThere is no other place and no other time to be but here and now!Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-74890791471892433502017-09-13T11:23:00.001+07:002017-09-13T11:30:07.795+07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #b45f06; font-family: "merriweather" , "georgia" , serif;">We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">“Simplicity, patience, compassion.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">These three are your greatest treasures.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">Patient with both friends and enemies,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">you accord with the way things are.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">Compassionate toward yourself,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">you reconcile all beings in the world.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">― </span><a class="authorOrTitle" href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2622245.Lao_Tzu" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Lao Tzu</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;">, </span><span id="quote_book_link_101825" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><a class="authorOrTitle" href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/100074" style="color: #333333; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">Tao Te Ching</a></span>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-41750807731652811932015-08-28T09:56:00.001+07:002015-08-28T09:56:05.268+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<big>Unbreakable, O Lord,<br />Is the love<br />That binds me to You:<br />Like a diamond,<br />It breaks the hammer that strikes it.<br /><br />My heart goes into You<br />As the polish goes into the gold.<br />As the lotus lives in its water,<br />I live in You.<br /><br />Like the bird<br />That gazes all night<br />At the passing moon,<br />I have lost myself dwelling in You.<br /><br />O my Beloved --<br />Return.</big><br />
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<i>English version by Jane Hirshfield</i></div>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-70276731034990236202012-07-29T09:38:00.003+07:002012-08-07T03:45:46.682+07:00Go Inward . .<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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- Neem Karoli Baba</div>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-16288959213720816342007-05-25T12:18:00.000+07:002007-05-25T12:26:17.722+07:00Milarepa<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RlZx7LlR5WI/AAAAAAAAABI/PgIPMU7xVi0/s1600-h/Milarepa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068363692187444578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RlZx7LlR5WI/AAAAAAAAABI/PgIPMU7xVi0/s320/Milarepa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Maintain the state of undistractedness and distractions will fly off.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Dwell alone and you shall find a friend.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Take the lowest place and you shall reach the highest.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Hasten slowly and you will soon arrive.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Renounce all worldly goals and you shall reach the highest goal.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">--Milarepa</span></p>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-72509417923890290972007-05-10T11:56:00.000+07:002007-05-10T11:58:51.186+07:00Like an elephant in the forest<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RkKmGUs8DeI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjOwfOPIPXg/s1600-h/Buddha5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062791558684478946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RkKmGUs8DeI/AAAAAAAAABA/kjOwfOPIPXg/s320/Buddha5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Do not carry with you your mistakes.<br />Do not carry your cares.<br />Travel on alone<br />Like an elephant in the forest.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">--The Dhammapada</span></p><p></p>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-76575788606370032222007-05-09T13:12:00.000+07:002007-05-09T13:18:57.888+07:00The Guest<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RkFmh0s8DdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F-UIYiRoWy0/s1600-h/LetYourLightShine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062440187409993170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RkFmh0s8DdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F-UIYiRoWy0/s320/LetYourLightShine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">I have discovered my deep deathless being:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Masked by my front of mind, immense, serene</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">It meets the world with an Immortal's seeing,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">A god-spectator of the human scene.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">No pain and sorrow of the heart and flesh</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Can tread that pure and voiceless sanctuary.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Danger and fear, Fate's hounds, slipping their leash</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Rend body and nerve, - the timeless Spirit is free.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Awake, God's ray and witness in my breast,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">In the undying substance of my soul</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Flamelike, inscrutable the almighty Guest.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Death nearer comes and Destiny takes her toll;</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">He hears the blows that shatter Nature's house:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">Calm sits He, formidable, luminous.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;">--Sri Aurobindo<br /></span><br /><br /><p> </p><p> </p>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-64533778281418950882007-05-09T13:00:00.000+07:002007-05-09T13:10:56.394+07:00My Krishna is not Black<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RkFj0Es8DcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1-8lUuU-x3A/s1600-h/Gaura-face.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062437202407722434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RkFj0Es8DcI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1-8lUuU-x3A/s320/Gaura-face.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">My Krishna is not black,<br />He is pure gold.<br />He Himself is woven<br />Into the universal Beauty, Light and Splendour.<br />He looks dark<br />Because I have spilled the ink<br />Of my mind on Him.<br />Otherwise, my Beloved is All-Light.<br />He created Light and Darkness,<br />He is within and without the Cosmos Vast.<br />With this knowledge,<br />I will have a new acquaintance<br />With the world at large.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;">-- Sri Chinmoy</span>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-28478343326452205792007-03-23T17:57:00.000+07:002007-03-23T18:15:30.040+07:00Taking Leave of a Friend<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RgOyxcTyeoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ps7jYIHgEgo/s1600-h/Silent+Night_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045072570067614338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/RgOyxcTyeoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ps7jYIHgEgo/s320/Silent+Night_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">blue mountains lie beyond the north wall;</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">round the city's eastern side flows the white river.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">here we part, friend, once forever.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">you go ten thousand miles drifting away</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">like an unrooted water-grass.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">oh, the floating clouds and the thoughts of a wanderer!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">oh, the sunset and the longing of an old friend!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">we ride away from each other, waving our hands,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">while our horses neigh softly, softly. . . . .</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">--Li Po<br /></span><br /><br /><p> </p><p> </p>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-51057734492937302872007-03-20T18:15:00.000+07:002007-03-20T18:36:57.301+07:00Radharani's face<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/Rf_DScTyenI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NopjYRxczRM/s1600-h/Radharani.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043964829282499186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_a5QtgL0SspM/Rf_DScTyenI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NopjYRxczRM/s320/Radharani.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <br />Although the effulgence of the moon is brilliant initially at night,<br />in the daytime it fades away.<br />Similarly, although the lotus is beautiful during the daytime,<br />at night it closes.<br />But, O My friend,<br />the face of My most dear Srimati Radharani is always bright and beautiful,<br />both day and night<br />Therefore, to what can Her face be compared?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-(Vidagdha-madhava 5.20) </span><br /><span 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drinking tea,talking to friends, or whatever you are doing. When you are washing the dishes,washing the dishes must be the most important thing on your life. Just as when you are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">- Thich Nat Hahn</span> </span>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1168029284861692182007-01-06T03:32:00.000+07:002007-01-06T03:34:44.886+07:00Facing The Sun<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/678608/FacingTheSun.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/402182/FacingTheSun.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>When you stand with your back to the sun, your shadow is before you;</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>but when you turn and face the sun, then your shadow falls behind you.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">-Hazrat Inayat Khan<br /></span>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1167243267688509472006-12-28T01:09:00.000+07:002006-12-28T01:14:27.700+07:00Take me up higher and higher<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/652054/TakeMeHigher.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/412490/TakeMeHigher.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Every wave of the sea, as it rises, seems to be stretching its hands upwards, </strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>as if to say, "Take me up higher and higher."</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">-Hazrat Inayat Khan</span> </p><p> </p>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1167141743879867112006-12-26T21:00:00.000+07:002006-12-26T21:27:00.650+07:00Know the Knower<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/414311/r.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/226309/r.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>With utmost devotion,<br />center on the two junctions of breath<br />and know the knower.<br /></strong><br />-Shiva Sutra </span>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1166129583041216292006-12-15T03:44:00.000+07:002006-12-15T04:04:08.476+07:00Renunciation<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/930801/shiva_3.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/695186/shiva_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Cling to the One who clings to nothing;</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>And so clinging, cease to cling.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">-from the poem 'Renunciation' by Tiruvalluvar</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;">(a 7th century mystic from Southern India)</span>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1165698572758375202006-12-10T04:03:00.000+07:002006-12-10T04:10:50.496+07:00Sita Ram<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/957602/SitaRamRamRam.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/721917/SitaRamRamRam.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There are some things I may not know </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">There are some places, dear Lord, I may not go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">But there's one thing of which I'm sure </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">My God is real for I can feel him in my soul.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And I have found a way to live in the presence of the Lord</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And so in the Name... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">--Krishna Das</span>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1164969746745579742006-12-01T17:32:00.000+07:002006-12-01T21:53:42.810+07:00In one salutation to thee, my God<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/473457/BirdsFlyingBackHome1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/70525/BirdsFlyingBackHome1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">In one salutation to thee, my God,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nests</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home in one salutation to thee.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"><span style="color:#000000;">--From Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"></span>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1164814789566035032006-11-29T22:33:00.000+07:002006-11-29T23:09:51.660+07:00Unlimited Self<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/899543/Inayat%20Khan_1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/33832/Inayat%20Khan_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Once you have given up your limited self willingly to the Unlimited,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">you will rejoice so much in that consciousness that you will not care to be small again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#000000;">--Hazrat Inayat Khan</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1164660732829684112006-11-28T03:45:00.000+07:002006-11-28T03:52:12.846+07:00Silent River<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/583637/Silent%20River_2.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/470525/Silent%20River_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">O my Beloved,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">You are still the same</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">a dewdrop at dawn</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">a sweet zephyr at noon</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;">and a silent river in lonely nights!</span></p><p> </p>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1164494173680151152006-11-26T05:31:00.000+07:002006-11-26T05:46:32.330+07:00Light<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/280260/Swamiji8.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/281109/Swamiji8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;">I look behind and after</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;">And find that all is right,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;">In my deepest sorrows</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;">There is a soul of light.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;">--Swami Vivekananda </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#990000;">(From a letter to Miss MacLeod, 26th December 1900)</span></p>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1164275762320146282006-11-23T16:52:00.000+07:002006-11-23T16:59:14.736+07:00Same Moon<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/549312/FullMoon1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/858606/FullMoon1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">Where are you hurrying to? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">You will see </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">the same moon tonight </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">Wherever you go! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999900;">--Izumi Shikibu </span></p><p></p>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409142.post-1164125529835043122006-11-21T23:02:00.000+07:002006-11-21T23:12:09.916+07:00True Aim of Life<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/1600/341170/SKY.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7364/454/320/856189/SKY.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">The true aim of life is to find the Divine's Presence<br />deep inside oneself and to surrender to It so that It<br />takes the lead of the life, all the feelings and all the<br />actions of the body. This gives a true and lu-minous aim to existence. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;">-The Mother</span></p>Jayanta Chattopadhyayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751072829702685427noreply@blogger.com2