I must go up the mount again
For the freshness of color and breeze
And all I ask is a forest path
A sparkling stream to guide my way
[thought to the beat of Sea Fever by John Masefield]
Five years. Just speaking to Eli, Swami Shraddhananda, or rather, listening to him as he spent his final months in this earth-world among us, and the yearning for mountains went away. I began to love what I’d earlier dismissed as Flat Florida.
It’s back. The yearning, I mean. But this time I don’t feel the need to go physically. I’m pursuing the mountains on the world wide web of wonder.
The seven peaks of perfection, surrounding Seoul, where Prof Park Jae Woo was born.
The mountains in Bcharri, Lebanon the birthplace of Khalil Gibran.
Uttaranchal, where the Ganga flowed swiftly as my father’s last remains were consigned to the sacred river four years ago, very close to the place where Eli went back to the mountains, and in the same year that Professor Park also passed.
The mountains hold many memories, generously sharing them on the breezes that meet the traveler seeking the wisdom within. All I’m looking for is those fresh breezes….
You who have wandered lonely as a cloud
Seeking others adrift on earth
Loved aloneness, connected with detachment
Loving humanity, shunning human beings
Flow now as the cloud misting this world with love
From the mountains that rise above the ground
Traverse the paths to the flatlands
As water reaches all dimensions
Spread seeds of smiles among the sands
You who wander the world wide web of wonder
Have you reached into worlds not of your vernacular?
Armenian, Azerbaijani, Basque, to Zulu
Journey into languages, dear traveler
Step out of the dream you are visualizing
and bring back the smile with you
step into this world that is dawning
and breathe in the fresh morning dew.
Gratitude to William Wordsworth, Google Translate and all who have shared their presence on the world wide web of wonder
©2014 Meenakshi Suri
A smile we have, says Journey to Wholeness….
A few days ago, I showed a friend one of my most precious possessions. Whatever you want from here, you can take, I told her somewhat grandly. But not this. This bookmark, made many years ago by my daughter, is precious to me. Priceless.
I woke up with a start as I remembered something yesterday. I was smiling.
When my daughter was smile [- ah, a typo that I will keep]- so as I was saying, when my daughter was small, she once wanted something that we did not buy for her. Perhaps it was expensive, perhaps it didn’t seem worth it to me, or perhaps she would be given it later. I am not sure. But the waiting period was difficult for her, so I wrote on a post-it note, the key to being happy while waiting.
Now, exploring Prof. Park Jae Woo’s Triorigin Theory, imbued in smile consciousness, I wonder ..can I express it this way?
As I understand it, something is Hetero, Homo or Neutro depending on one’s point of view. Today, this is my point of view. Others are jostling for expression, but let’s keep things simple. For now, this is enough.
I wanted – to write
I am posting the blog
and all, with smile.
Life’s wonderful. Depends on how you look at it!
My seven year old showed me how.
But you told her first, you say? Depends on your point of view. Did the mother birth the child or the child birth the mother?
A few days back a group of us met for the first time, and each of us was asked to describe ourselves.
It was for facilitating classes in a holistic gym (intriguing, right?). So, as my turn is coming, those words are swirling around ..I want to say it in one sentence. I gave the words the task to form themselves into one simple sentence, so I could focus on what each person was saying.
When my turn came, I found myself talking about what I was offering. Mudra, Mantra and Movement. And in my heart I thank Professor Park Jae Woo who has formulated a way of bringing many ways of experiencing and healing with energy, in a remarkable system.
One person said — Hmmm. How do I describe myself? She struggled with it a little, as she has done so much.
There is a point at which all the layers of our life jostle to find expression.
Then a little bird comes and says – Tweet! And somehow the sentence forms itself.
I offer sessions of Mudra, Mantra and Meditation.
Don’t be so sure always, that you know why another person has responded to you as they have. The gift of doubt helps us to give benefit of the doubt to someone who hasn’t behaved in a way that we like. In this case, doubt is of a higher vibration than being sure that the other person is motivated by malice.
HIgher than doubt, of course, is faith – that always, the highest good of all concerned is being brought about. We may not be able to see why some paths are blocked and others open up, but…faith.
Higher than faith, or rather, more expanded than faith, is knowing. For that of course, we need to become aware, expand our perspective, let go of what binds us to ignorance.
I have always been drawn to the saying that is purportedly ‘Chinese’:
He who knows, and knows he knows, is wise – follow him.
He who knows not, and knows he knows not, is a child – teach him.
He who knows and knows not he knows, is asleep – wake him.
He who knows not and knows not he knows not, is a fool – shun him.
[Remember, back in the days, 'he' was supposed to embrace 'she']
I like to re-view things, so, fifty years after I first read these words, this is what I would say:
One who knows, knows s/he knows, tweets and shares, is wise – follow what resonates.
One who knows not, knows s/he knows not, and asks to learn, is a child – teach what you know.
One who knows, knows not s/he knows, and reveals wisdom, is asleep – waken by allowing universal energy to flow through you.
One who knows not, knows not s/he knows not, and tweets and shares, is unwise- let go.
The earlier one rolls off more easily off the tongue, but this one is more ‘today’.
So – it’s better to be unsure, and doubt one’s initial reaction than to allow it to ru[i]n our life!
What say you?
In the absence of a loved one is the presence felt most strongly - in yearning, wanting, wishing, hoping, dreaming, and above all, smiling. In absence is the loved one fully realized. The presence, the aura fills the mind, the moments of life, the chemicals of the body.
In the presence of a loved one, absence can raise its head. The fear of parting, imagined or imminent. In the physical presence, the parted lover is also present. The aura, after all, is timeless, pervading all of space, and we can traverse anywhere and anywhen in that space-time.
I often wonder – can we not fully embrace the loved one, so that absence and presence are both equally real? The smile replies: you smiled, didn’t you? In absence or presence, you smiled. You are always together. You are always traversing one another’s aura. That is the gift of love. This understanding. This moment, as my friend reminds me, of satori.
As I write this, Pancake cries, missing his human mother, and presents me his back for a rub. He came as a pup, a street dog hounded by enemies human and animal, and has been raised as a beloved child by my cousins. With his independent ways, still prickly from his childhood nightmares, yet so open to love, he has managed to open the heart chakra of many who normally don’t like animal pets. I remember how my dad never forgot his childhood pet who died missing them all before they could get him to the town that they had moved to. Thanks to this memory, he didn’t let us keep a dog. We moved too much, he said, and it would not be fair. How we dread absence! How present it is in our lives, that life-long decisions are based on it.
Remember when we had visited you in Moradabad? my cousin asked. You must have been all of two years old, so you probably don’t. It was summer, and we all slept outdoors, in charpoys all laid out in a row in the gardens of those bungalows left behind by the British. These were the days before air conditioners.
A dim memory stirs. Warm breeze turning cooler by the morning, mosquito nets, and my mother sitting by the bedside, guiding me and my sisters to sleep. How beautiful to sleep under the stars, watched over by Orion, the steady companion. I do have to say though, that this last is not remembered, but a super-imposition of later memories. So goes memory. How reliable it seems until we wade into its depths.
Of course, for most people in this record-breaking heat of summer, life has not changed much. Air conditioners are a rarity, and almost no-one has centrally cooled homes. Here we are, visiting Delhi and Gurgaon in a year which has seen days hotter than anything my age-mates have seen. This time I am not minding it, and it is not because of retreating into cooled air. It is a thought given by a cousin.
A few years ago, when I was grumbling about the intense heat, worsened by regular and long power cuts, a cousin reminded me with a twinkle in her eye: “You would pay a lot to get a sauna – here you are getting it free.”
It helps me. Thoughts are powerful. They move anywhere we will.
Where’s your thought moving today?