WE are in this world. We exist in a matrix consisting of splendid beauty and harmony as well as infinite difficulty and strife. Our tiny sphere's of consciousness constantly seek to find an equilibrium where the expression of our truest nature can unfold and find value and satisfaction to give meaning to our journey called life. However hard we try though, we often fall short of our expectations. This is a result of the factor of patience which is lying dormant within us and yearning for expression in all our day to day dealings.
Patience is such a beautiful quality. How patient are the trees which blossom and the clouds that move silently through the sky. How patient is the divine mother and the mother earth, who tolerates infinitely the natures of her children who perform all sorts of activities on her surface. If there ever was a quality which could most readily contribute towad our peace of mind and well being, I think that it would be patience, for it has the power to unlock all doors and reveal that the locking was due only to our own inability to realize the divine harmony behind it all, quietly arranging everything for the complete good and perfection of each and every soul.
Yesterday I met Ramachandra Bhatta, a very wonderful man and devotee who runs a branch of the acedemics here called Yoga and Spirituality and Consciousness. He spoke in sanskrit to a student who came in the room and told me about a gurukula he runs in Bangalore where all the young boys speak sanskrit alone. I was frankly amazed, for the first time seeing directly and witnesing the sanskrit mother language being spoken. He told me that it was more natural for them to speak amongst themselves in Sanskrit than in their own native mother toungue of the local vicinity, Kanada. I asked if the reason was because it is the Mother, and he smiled and confirmed my statement with a grin which revealed that he knew something and was experiencing something that was both secrete as well as mysterious.
Strange and wild... wonders of the fourth dimension,
I seek to rectify myself but become lost in the interconnection.
Do I hoist the flag and redeem myself to my inner child?
Or wait for Santa clause to come whistling down the chimney, and open my mind with the tools of freedom to dance wild?
I think I shall wait to overcome this fear called death,
And press on with my duty in life to be the best doctor, family man, and Naturopath.
Scorn, hatred, guilt, low self- esteem....
Ghosts in the actic, unreal, superfluous, and nothing but a dream.
Arise! Awake! and do not stop in the last drop of kitchree is gone!
For today you shall rise, and over come that beast of inner pain with your patient love and joyful song
Patience is such a beautiful quality. How patient are the trees which blossom and the clouds that move silently through the sky. How patient is the divine mother and the mother earth, who tolerates infinitely the natures of her children who perform all sorts of activities on her surface. If there ever was a quality which could most readily contribute towad our peace of mind and well being, I think that it would be patience, for it has the power to unlock all doors and reveal that the locking was due only to our own inability to realize the divine harmony behind it all, quietly arranging everything for the complete good and perfection of each and every soul.
Yesterday I met Ramachandra Bhatta, a very wonderful man and devotee who runs a branch of the acedemics here called Yoga and Spirituality and Consciousness. He spoke in sanskrit to a student who came in the room and told me about a gurukula he runs in Bangalore where all the young boys speak sanskrit alone. I was frankly amazed, for the first time seeing directly and witnesing the sanskrit mother language being spoken. He told me that it was more natural for them to speak amongst themselves in Sanskrit than in their own native mother toungue of the local vicinity, Kanada. I asked if the reason was because it is the Mother, and he smiled and confirmed my statement with a grin which revealed that he knew something and was experiencing something that was both secrete as well as mysterious.
Strange and wild... wonders of the fourth dimension,
I seek to rectify myself but become lost in the interconnection.
Do I hoist the flag and redeem myself to my inner child?
Or wait for Santa clause to come whistling down the chimney, and open my mind with the tools of freedom to dance wild?
I think I shall wait to overcome this fear called death,
And press on with my duty in life to be the best doctor, family man, and Naturopath.
Scorn, hatred, guilt, low self- esteem....
Ghosts in the actic, unreal, superfluous, and nothing but a dream.
Arise! Awake! and do not stop in the last drop of kitchree is gone!
For today you shall rise, and over come that beast of inner pain with your patient love and joyful song
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