October 2003

Friday October 31, 2003 20:07

110.. First Flower, First Fruit

My faith-tree's
First flower:
Self-awakening.
My faith-tree's
First fruit:
Self-giving.

What is self-giving
If not God-becoming?

Sri Chinmoy

Thursday October 2, 2003 0:21

"Bad" situations in life are often the most fertile
opportunities for deepening our understanding of
life as well as our capacity to feel compassion for
others.

~Mariana Caplan
'The Way of Failure '

Wednesday October 1, 2003 18:01

The Upanishads offer us self-knowledge, world-knowledge, God-Knowledge. Self-knowledge is self-discovery. After self-discovery we have to feel that world-knowledge is within us, and we have to grow into world-knowledge. Then comes a time when we know the Possessor of world-knowledge, and then we have God-Knowledge. We have to enter into God-Knowledge, which is the possessor of the universe.

Excerpt from The Upanishads: The Crown Of India's Soul by Sri Chinmoy.

From: Savitri by Sri Aurobindo

Omnipotent, immobile and aloof,
In the world which sprang from it, it took no part:
It gave no heed to the paeans of victory,
It was indifferent to its own defeats,
It heard the cry of grief and made no sign;
Impartial fell its gaze on evil and good,
It saw destruction come and did not move.
An equal Cause of things, a lonely Seer
And Master of its multitude of forms,
It acted not but bore all thoughts and deeds,
The witness Lord of Nature's myriad acts
Consenting to the movements of her Force.
His mind reflected this vast quietism.
This witness hush is the Thinker's secret base:
Hidden in silent depths the word is formed,
From hidden silences the act is born
Into the voiceful mind, the labouring world;
In secrecy wraps the seed the Eternal sows
Silence, the mystic birthplace of the soul.

Were it possible for us to see further than our knowledge
reaches, and yet a little way beyond the outworks of our
divination, perhaps we would then endure our sorrows
with greater confidence than our joys. For they are the
moments when something new has entered us, something
unknown; our feelings grow mute in shy perplexity, everything
in us withdraws, a stillness comes, and the new, which no
one knows, stands in the midst of it and is silent.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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