Showing posts with label spiritual thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spiritual thoughts. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Share Native wisdom and some thoughts on Nature


Excerpts from “The last hours of Ancient sunlight” by Thom Hartmann.

A Cree Native American storyteller and teacher told me: “ According to my tradition, from the beginning of creation, every morning, when the sun comes out, we are each given 4 tasks by our Creator for that day. First, I must learn at least one meaningful thing today. Second, I must teach at least one meaningful thing to another person. Third, I must do something for some other person, and it will be best if that person does not even realize that I have done something for them. And fourth, I must treat all living things with respect. This spreads these things throughout the world.”
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Last year, I met a Native American medicine women. She said that when she went into the forest or fields, she didn’t see just trees and plants and animals but saw their spirits and heard and felt their consciousness. The trees told her of their lives, their pain and joy, the plants told her which could heal and which could harm humans. The animals gave her instructions on how to live in harmony with the land, and the land spoke to her in an identifiably female voice.
“This is how native people have seen the living things on this land for eternity,” she said. “You whites were blind when you arrived here, and are still blind.”
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The author (Thom Hartmann) went out to the forest around his home in US Vermont.
“Is there conscious life in you?” I said softly, looking at the maple and spruce. They gently waved in the wind, a distant bird began to sing, and I could smell the fresh scent of moist earth.
I wondered if the entire forest might answer me with,”We are alive,” but instead I got a powerful sense of individual aliveness from each life-form I looked at. Each tree, the bird and the chipmunk, the soil under my feet teeming with microorganisms; each seemed to assert its own individual aliveness. Like the individual musicians in a symphony orchestra, they played together to create a beautiful sound.

I raised my hands, palms out, imagined my life co-mingling with that of the forest around me, and was filled with thrill at touching the life of the Earth.

This is a different type of science – the science of the first people who viewed the life of the planet. When Jack Forbes, who first wrote about wetiko told me,” Native people do not necessary believe that only humans can talk,” I felt an immediate contact with an ancient knowledge, something that has been hidden and lost in our attempt to make everything in the world fit into our machine-like worldview. Just as our Younger Culture at one time couldn’t imagine that Earth was round because the concept didn’t fit into our reality, we have also rejected much ancient knowledge that has value because it didn’t fit in with our Cartesian worldview.

Try it yourself. After you set down this book, walk out into the natural world and try communicating with – sensing and speaking to – the plants and animals around you. Find within yourself the place where you sense the presence of life, and from which you can reach out to other life, to all life. From this place of seeing all life as sacred life, you can then begin to thoughtfully consider other things you can do to create sustainable future.
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Share some thoughts on the above :

From personal experience, I have known the above to be true.
For a long time, I have known that there is a tranquil, peaceful and healing energy from Nature.     
I have gone to a neighborhood park/ garden, sit underneath a tree, listen to the birds, watch flocks of birds fly in unison,  just observe snail/ ants going about their daily lives. When I observe these natural phenomenal, I was often awed by the Beauty of Nature and a quiet happiness enters my heart. If I am able to spend 30 mins in the park, I find that I would be relieved of my tiredness and renewed with life.

Many times I have gone to the sea side at night, just to lay down on the beach, enjoy the sea breeze, and look at the stars. Again, the Beauty of the canopy of stars, the moon, and the ocean would sometimes overwhelm me. I am like a child, lying in the arms of Mother Earth and enjoying the company of Nature. I can spend 30 mins to 1 hr at the sea side and again, I would be relieved of my physical exhaustion and be filled with renewed energy and life.
The sounds of nature have a calming effect on the mind. If I listen to the wind, or the song of birds, the frogs’ song (after a heavy rain) or the crickets/ worms singing in the night, the mind would calm down easily and all the worries of the world would be gone. ( You can try any of the above and experience it yourself.)

I have learn from my experience with Nature that every tree, every insect, every animal have some work to perform on the planet. Just because we humans do not understand their work does not give us the right to destroy Nature, the animals en mass.

We are somehow interconnected with Nature, with every being on the planet through a web of life. If we destroy Nature/ the animals en mass (like what humans are doing now through the destruction of rainforest, the overfishing of the oceans and the mass production and killing of animals in animal factory farm), we would cause a huge disturbance to the life-supporting system of the planet, cause a huge damage to the web of life and would finally be the ones to suffer in the end.

I sincerely wish that we humans would start to appreciate the wonderful beauty of Nature and wake up to the plight of the planet and the animals on the planet. We are the ones who are destroying Nature/ the planet, we need to be the ones who would turn around to repair/ restore Nature at large.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

How to get the most blessings (from Nature)


I have long known that Nature has blessing powers.

I have often visit the parks, sit under the trees, admire the flowers, enjoyed the cooling breeze.
I have often visit the ocean, wonder at the immensity of the water bodies, amazed by the array of colors in the rising sun, and  in awe of the vastness of the clear blue sky.
I have walked in the drizzling rain, mediate in a storm, and swim for hours in the ocean.
I have listened to the joyous chorus of the frogs after a noonday rain, watch the butterflies play among the flowers and enjoyed the company of a playful puppy.
I have slept under the canopy of stars, listen to the murmur of the waves and allow Nature to wash over the tiredness in my body, and replenish my spirit.

Yes, I am familiar with the blessing powers that Nature and animals offered to humans.
However, I was not very much aware how much blessing powers each component of nature offers.  

Share with you a video in which Supreme Master Ching Hai, (a spiritual master and an environmental champion who gives video conferences on environmental matters in over 30 countries), expounds on the blessing powers of Nature and the animals. It is 30 mins and covers in detail how much blessings the Air, the Earth, the Oceans, the animals offer to humans.
“How to get the most blessings”: http://www.suprememastertv.com/blessings/

Some how, humans are so busy in our daily life that we have lost our connection with Nature. That is how we can destroy Nature, create animal factory farms (that seriously violates the laws of nature by subjecting the animals to a lifetime of imprisonment and prolong suffering) and deplete nature’s resource at such a speed beyond Nature’s capacity to recover! : /   In our disconnection, we also feel felt empty and sad and wonder why life is such a misery.  

We have to slow down and be aware of the immense blessings that are flowing all around us.
We have to learn from the animals, who are contented with a little food, enjoys the closeness of family relationship and live their life joyously/playfully every moment.

We have to regain our connection with Nature and with ourselves, so that we can be happy, be comforted and not be so dragged down by the mechanics of daily living.
May all have peace, and may all be blessed.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Christian Sage of the Himalayas- Sadhu Sundar Singh

Sadhu Sundar Singh is a Christian sage of the Himalayas in the 1940s.

When he was still young he had a vision which returned night after night.

In his vision, a sage came to him and said, “Are you prepared to listen to me?
I am your saviour. There is no other way for you.”

He did not know who it was that come to him and ask people for advise.
When he saw a picture of Christ, he said, “Here is the Master who appears in my dream and awakens me.”

Finally he left his home and when to live in the Himalayas where he remained for a long time.

When Swami Rama went to visit him, Sadhu Sundar Singh taught him the comparative study of the Bhagavad Gita and the bible. He said ,“The message that was given in the morning was the message of Krishna; the message that was given in the afternoon was the message of Buddha; and the message that was given in the evening was the message of Christ. There is no difference. Christ the compassionate, Buddha the enlightened and Krishna the perfect gave their message according to their times and the need of the masses who were prepared to follow them. These great ones were representatives of one absolute Reality who assumes various forms and descends to guide humanity whenever he is needed. The sages have a tradition of reverence for all the great religions of the world.”

One day Swami Rama asked him,” Have you seen God?”

He said, “You insult me by asking me. I see God all the time. Do you think I have seen God only once, twice or thrice? No, I am with my Lord all the time. When I cannot be with Him, then He is with me.”

Swami Rama said , “Kindly explain.”

He explained it beautifully.,” As long as you remain conscious, be with God consciously by remembering Him. When your conscious mind starts fading when you fall asleep surrender yourself. The last thought before you go to bed should be, “O Lord be with me. I am Thine and Thou art mine.’ The whole night, the Lord will remain with you. You can always remain together.

One day this great sage vanished in the high Himalayas, never to be seen again.

- extracted from the book “Living with the Himalayan Masters’ By Swami Rama.

I remember reading a small book on Sadhu Sundar Singh in Geylang East National Library.
The book is beautifully written and I took just a while to finish it.
If you wish to borrow it, it should still be available under the philosophy and religion section.

Have a nice day :>

Low ck

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Extra half hour of Daylight

Share a poem :>

Extra half hour of Daylight :>

If You were to give me an extra half hour of Daylight,
How shall I spend it lovingly ?

Shall I watch the sun set graciously
& marvel at the wondrous Grace
as Day gives way to Night &
the hustle & bustles of the morns
give way to the silent & peaceful hymns of
creatures of the night ?


Shall I visit the oceans,
& allow the elements of air, water, fire, earth to swirl around me,
the wind in my hair, the sand upon my feet,
the sea embracing me, & the last ray of Dusk
blessing the hairline upon my forehead?


Shall I sing You devotional songs,
& envelop myself in sweet Rememberance,
as many a Devotee does,
in ancient time of the past,
Following a scared lineage,
to times of the present?


Shall I enter a closet
& study the writings of the saints & sages,
Allowing the wisdom of the scriptures,
to cleanse and gently massages a soul
leaden with the heavy energy of this world?

Shall I sit in silent meditation,
& focus on the inner light,
which shines forth from all beings
that walk, move & live on this lovely planet.


Or Shall I approach the animal friends,
& learn from them
the gentle manners of submission,
the warmth of family life,
the contentment for simple joys of life.

& heed their plead to 'Live and let live'
to preserve Mother Earth's food & water resources,
& not take More from Nature
than what we really need ?

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Happy Deepavali and some indian poems

Hi friends,

Since it is Deepavali tomorrow, share with all some poems by one of India's greatest poet, Rabindranath Tagore.

Rabindranath Tagore (1861 -- 1941), Indian novelist, playwright, poet, painter, composer, was one of the divine poets that have touched my heart. : )

In 1912, W.B. Yeats, an accomplished Irish poet, wrote in his introduction of Rabindranath Tagore that prose translations from Tagore had stirred his blood as nothing has for years.

"I have carried the manuscripts of these translations about with me for days , reading it in railway trains, or on top of the omnibuses and in the restaurants, and I have often had to close it lest some stranger would see how much it moved me. "

In 1913, Tagore became the first Indian to be awarded the Nobel prize for literature. The Novel prize committee had read Tagore's Gitanjali-"Song offerings" and unanimously agreed that one who produce this great inspirational masterpiece should be accolade with the highest honor.

Gitanjali , Song Offerings, a collection of over a hundred poems, covers the entire breathe of life's experience, from the quiet pleasure of observing the children at play to a mum's struggle with the Divine. It captures and expressed each sublime sendiments that every spiritual seeker experienced at one time or another.

Some Indians feel that to read one line from Gitanjali is to forget all the troubles in the world. : ) : )

Share with all some poems from this divine masterpiece.
Extracts from Gitanjali :
...........

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure.
This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

At the immortal touch of thy hands
my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.

Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

..........

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side.
The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite,
and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

To-day the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs;
and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee,
and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

By Rabindranath Tagore

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It's time to close your eyes and utter a gentle prayer : )
Enjoy a sublime Deepavali, : ) : )

Cheers and with Best wishes,
Low ck

Sharing with all,
The Goodness in Life.


P.S. You may like to forward this mail to your indian friends : ) : )

Salamat Hari Raya n poems from Hafiz

Hi friends : ) : )

Since it is Hari Raya, Salamat Hari Raya to all muslim friends : ) : )
.....

Share with you a poem from a Muslim saint, Hafiz.
Hafiz, whose given name was Shams-ud-din Muhammad (c.1320-1389),
is a much beloved poet of Persia.
He sings lots of beautiful poems when he is inspiritual bliss. :):)
The following is a translation by Daniel Ladinsky.........

Today
I
Do notWant to step so quickly
Over a beautiful line on God's palm
As I move through the earth's
Marketplace
Today.

I do not want to touch any object in this world
Without my eyes testifying to the truth
That everything is
My Beloved.

Something has happened
To my understanding of existence
That now makes my heart always full of wonder
And kindness.

I do notWant to step so quickly
Over this sacred place on God's body
That is right beneath your
Own foot

As I
Dance
with
Precious life
Today.

...........

Covers her face with both hands

WhatWe speak
Becomes the house we live in.

Who will want to sleep in your bed
If the roof leaks
Right aboveIt?

Look what happens when the tongue
Cannot say to kindness,
I will be your slave.

The moon
Covers her face with both hands
And can't bear
To look
........

Some years back, I have borrowed Daniel ladinsky's book "The subject tonight is Love" from
the National Library. It is a collection of Harfiz's poety translated to english by
Daniel Ladinsky and I've enjoyed it very much. : )

If you have time, you may like to borrow the book from NLB. : ) : )

Cheers and happy holiday :) : )
Low ck

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Cello song

Cello song

The Cello sings of a deep song,
A song of suffering, a lament of the downtrodden,
a Reminiscence of the past .....

It always draws out the compassion within me &
reminds me of the difficult periods of mankind.
[e.g. war, femine, disaster etc.]

Alas, How many difficulties has man gone through,
and how much is the suffering in the world :( :(

.......

When my heart become insensitive and unforgiving towards someone,
I would listen to the cello.

The Cello would request me to Consider.

Consider, the situation of the other person,
Consider, the family, the work, the pressure,
Consider, the blood, the sweat, the tear,
& Consider the many twist and turns in a fellow fella's life....

The heart would melt and the offending party would be seen as
just a person committing the same errors that I had committed before.

We all error at times.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

The sage's heart bore no malice & hatred,
but a silent compassion,
& a deep sorrow for the error of mankind.

Monday, February 25, 2008

A thought on Writing

Share a small thought ...

We sometimes feel there is a great sacredness within us.
Something immensely beautiful, something that brings us to awe and wonder.

That is our own Great being, our own perfect higher Self.
And for that, we can only experience it ourselves.
No words suffice to describe the feeling ...

Some saints have said that when he tries to write about the Divine, the pen brokes into two.
One could keep on describing how an orange taste, but no one will know how it taste, until he eats it himself.
.........

Yet Word, be it ever so imperfect,
could convey an inking of our deep Origin,
could give a hint of our inner Being.

When Gibran finish writing the Prophet, he realized deeply that everyone is 'far, far greater than what they perceive themselves to be.'
.....

Gibran created a master Piece with 'The Prophet'
Tagora created a master piece with 'Gita Jali'
Both are beautiful and ever lasting works .....

Perhaps, we could create our little master piece, With whatever inspiration the Divine graced us ... : ) : )

Written sometime in 1998.

On Silent hours

On Silent hours.

The human spirit needs some silent hours to meditate, to contemplate on the divine, to return to it's source everyday. It needs time to relax, to be with itself, to recharge itself, and to gain inner support. Such spiritual food is essential to nourish the spirit, without which the human spirit would feel restless, 'empty' and tired about life.

Many spiritual practitioners, noble poets, humanitarians, reserve a period of their time everyday for spiritual cultivation.

Indian spiritual master advise their disciples to reserve 10 % of their time everyday for spiritual cultivation. ie. meditation, reading of scriptures, devotion to God.

Swami Yogananda advise his disciples to "Read one hour, Reflect for 2 hour, meditate all the time."

The Himalayan yogis, spend the most part of their life in meditation.

The Buddha spend long hours meditating and teaches meditation to his disciples. He also holds yearly 3-month long retreat with his monastic disciple during his Life time.

The Taoist Master, Lao Zhi practices 'zhuo wang'- "Sitting and forgetting about the world."

Kong fu zhi, Confucius states in the one of his books that "If you see someone sitting in silence, do not disturb him, he is cultivating himself."

The ancient christian tradition reserve 10 % of their time for study of the bible and deep prayers. They also reserve 10 % of their wealth for charity.

Master Ching Hai advise her disciples to meditate for 2.5 hours everyday. [Which is 10 % of the 24 hours a day.] and hold 3,5,7-day retreats now and again. She advise that meditation time is the most precious time a person could ever have on earth.

Mother Theresa lead her order of sisters to pray deeply for few hours a day. She says that such deep contemplations give them the strength and support to carry on their work to take care of the sick and the poor in India.

Rabindarath Tagora, the first indian who won the Noble prize for literature, use to sit still and contemplate on the divine for 3 hours in the wee-light before dawn. That is his source of inspiration and enables him to write very beautiful spiritual poetries.

Sufi masters from the Muslim tradition, such as Hafiz and Rumi use to utter beautiful spiritual poetries in praise of the divine after deep prayers and meditation. The poetry just flows from them and their disciples write them down into words.

These silent hours are a source of inspiration, and a source of spiritual strength that sees us through the toss and turmoil of human life. It is an essential part of human life.

In this modern age, we seem to forget this need of silent hours. Perhaps that is why our moral values are not that strong, our trust in the goodness of life is wavering and our spiritual conviction is lacking.

It is little wonder that many people find life uninteresting, and resort to many different [often harmful] means to try to find some happiness in life.

Perhaps it would be good to return to the good' O times, where we reserve some silent hours in our days for meditation, prayers, deep contemplation.

When we could find peace within ourselves, we could find peace and happiness in the world. :)

May all have peace :)

Friday, January 25, 2008

A poem well loved by Lincoln

'I would give all I am worth, and go into debt,
to be able to write so fine a piece as I think that is.
Neither do I know who is the author.

I met it in a straggling form in a newspaper last summer, and I remember
to have seen it once before, about fifteen years ago, and this is all I know about it."

Abraham Lincoln wrote those lines in a letter to a friend, Andrew Johnston
(a lawyer in Quincy, Illinois) on April 18, 1846. '

The piece Lincoln was referring to was titled Mortality or
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

The author was a Scotsman named William Knox (1789-1825).
Lincoln was first introduced to the poem by Dr. Jason Duncan when the two were
living in New Salem. Lincoln memorized the entire poem and recited it so often that some folks mistakenly thought he was the author.

The poem's melancholy tone appealed to Lincoln. William Herndon, Lincoln's law partner, thought the poem was (for Lincoln) a remembrance of Ann Rutledge as well as a discourse on the delicate nature of human life.

Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, the low and the high,
Shall molder to dust, and together shall lie.

The infant a mother attended and loved;
The mother that infant's affection who proved;
The husband, that mother and infant who blessed;
Each, all, are away to their dwelling of rest.

The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure - her triumphs are by;
And the memory of those who loved her and praised,
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.

The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

The saint, who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

So the multitude goes - like the flower or the weed
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes - even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same that our fathers have been;
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we feel the same sun,
And run the same course that our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking, our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging, they also would cling -
But it speeds from us all like a bird on the wing.

They loved - but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned - but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved - but no wail from their slumber will come;
They joyed - but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died - aye, they died - we things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.

Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye - 'tis the draught of a breath -
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud

Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?.......

.........

Very, very powerful poem ....
When we ponder the truth of the poem,
Arrogance & vanity left us ,
Humility and a quiet sadness settles in ....

When Dear, shall I see your face?

Longing

In Indian teachings, Bira, spiritual longing is a very strong quality to reach
the feet of the Divine ...
Love, devotion, humility and longing are qualities conducive to spiritual cultivation.

Indian scriptures are full of such poems ...

The following is a poem on longing ............

When, dear, shall I see your face ???

At times, I shall live a life ...
I shall seek entertainment in sights and laughter ...
Yet, deep within the heart, I shall be seeking thee still ...
When, dear, shall I see your face ???

Man passes his life in many pursues ...
Running after at times this, another time that ...
All the while, a silent voice is asking ...
When, dear, shall I see your face ???

The same questions asked again and again ...
Life after life, birth after birth ...
Earnestly seeking, the soul tires and drops to the ground
Whispering, when, dear, shall I see your face ???

In many forms have I came seeking,
Through the great cycle of the eighty-four,
passing through transient happiness and many sufferings
When, dear, shall I see your face ???

It is said that man is the highest of creation,
All scriptures expound : in man is the only hope.
Without this body, non can find thee ...
When, dear, shall I see your face ???

Man tolls his life through many activities,
Studies, work, family, responsibilities,
At the time of death, a single question remains ....
When, dear, shall I see your face ???

Without a sight of thee, my heart remains pining,
Like a fish without water, it could hardly live ...
Have pity, dear, and grant me a sight,
When, dear, shall I see your face ???

Many errors I must have committed,
Else why is it that I could not see thou
Yet, Thou are Dayal, the all-merciful.
When, dear, shall I see your face ???

All the lucky ones have been ferried across,
Why speak of them in front of one forlorn?
Tell me, dear, do I stand any chance at all?
When, dear, shall I see your face ???

written sometime in the 1990s

Gentle Utterance

Gentle Utterance

The sage says,
I try to be silent,
but Goodness just slips out of my lips.

Thou has made me helpless...
I could not help but speak goodness...

Thy gracious thoughts touches my mind,
I am thus lost to the world....

Around me,
I see,only the beauty of your grace...

Smiling meekly,I pour love unto thy creation
Enjoying myself immensely in the process....

Drunken with joy,
I lost all distinction between man and creatures
and name all of them,
My Brothers....

written sometime in the 1990s

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Letter to a friend

To a friend who is unwell,

When you are ill, you have time. : ) : )

All the work and house work, you could put behind.....

Allow your heart to relax,
Go out, if situation permits, to look at the flowers and the trees.

Apologize to them for not appreciating their beauty (before.)

Once I wrote such a poem while talking to the flowers:

That day, my dear, I saw a flower.
And softly uttered these words to her

" You and I came down for the same purpose,

To glorify the Universal Power
and to beautify the world.

You are doing your job dutifully
I am trying hard to do mine.

Help to remind me of our common goal
That I may always keep our ideals in sight.
"

(It's wonderous what nature could teach us, isn't it?.)

When your friends come to visit you,
Allow the warmth of friendship to flow,
from the concern in your commarade's eyes, unto your heart.

When your relatives visit you,
Reconnect to those whom you have neither chance nor time to be together.
And enjoy the family togetherness.

Enjoy the company of your wife and your son,
who are ever present by your side.

When you are alone, remember to remember the Almighty.
And pray within to the Highest Power for His will to be done.

Read a nice story before you sleep,
That you may end your day, with the name of the Beloved upon your lips ....

May the blessing of the Prophets be upon you....

Enjoy a very happy and short sickness....

Get well soon.

Ever Thy friend,
Low.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Greetings to a Native American Friend

The following was a passage that I posted on a Spiritual Group's page [All Spirit] some years ago.

Share with all :) :)
.................

I was going through the previous posts,
and am delighted to find among the members of this group,
a Native American Sister. (Vivan)
[Not sure if there are any more Native American friends :):)]

...

Allow me to greet her/them properly :):)

Life must have been hard on the red people..

But I came to greet you with a spiritual message that there is Hope.

Even in this group, people of the 4 races (red, yellow, black, white) gather to talk about Grandpa (God), Earth Mother & Brotherhood.

Even when each is in different walk,
there is Unity in Oneness of Spirit.

It is with great happiness that technology has allowed a yellow Brother to reach across the Earth to a red Sister and Greet each other in the Great Spirit.

Let us continue to choose Good, Do Good and Walk our Talk.

Let us pray that we of the two-legged could learn to respect the sacredness of all life, and learn to live in harmony with Mother Earth, our many-legged brothers (animals) & non-legged friends (plants). : )


With Love
Low.

Repayment of Grace

The Buddha said, there is 4 types of Grace that we have to repay.

The Grace shown to us by:
1) Our Parents
2) Our Family & Friends
3) Our Teachers
4) Our Kings and Leaders[In modern Terms, our Government.]

...........

Master Ching Hai also reminds us to remember :

The Policeman,
who is petroling the streets while we sleep peacefully at night

The Soldiers,
Standing Guard in the borders to ensure National Security.

The Road builders,
whom pave our roads with sweat and hard labour.

The Street sweepers,
whose efforts keep our streets clean and Green. etc .... etc .... etc ...
[ One's heart would just melt when one recount the services of many ]

'You are born to this world because of the Grace of many beings.
Be grateful always .... And serve them with all your heart.'

.......

One way of service lays in useful work,
in harmonious relationship,
in goodwill, in prayers and meditation,
in poems & arts

And in leading
a Beautiful Life ..... :) :)

On Scientist

Some science starts from observation, some start from experiment, others start and progress by intuition :):)

Albert Einstein notice that apart from human governance, there is a greater law that regulates the universe in a orderly manner. He started all his experiments because he wanted to get a glimpse of that law :)

He says that " At any rate, I am convinced that He [The Creater] does not play dice. [with the Creation]
.........

Many great scientist have the goal to benefit the entire mankind. :):)

Every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving - Albert Einstein

Science is but a perversion of itself unless it has as its ultimate goal the betterment of humanity. - Nicola Tesla

I want to save and advance human life, not destroy it.... I am proud of the fact that I have never invented weapons to kill.... - Thomas Edison

I never perfected an invention that I did not think about in terms of the service it might give others... I find out what the world needs, then I proceed to invent.... - - Thomas Edison

..........

They train themselves hard :

From childhood I was compelled to concentrate attention upon myself. This caused me much suffering, but to my present view, it was a blessing in disguise for it has taught me to appreciate the inestimable value of introspection in the preservation of life, as well as a means of achievement
- Nicola Tesla

Genius is one per cent inspiration, ninety-nine per cent perspiration.
- Thomas Edison

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity
- Albert Einstein

and through their diligence and good will brought much benefit to mankind :):)

...

That is what little I know of the scientist :):)

Mahatma Gandhi

Mahatma Gandhi , gracious be his Name...

Apostle of Ahimsa, non-violence.

Father of a nation, and yet humble and ever so gentle in the heart.

He was first a sage, and uses politics to bring his ideas and practice across to the masses.

To stand up for justice and to non co-operate for unjust.

To sincerely put in all efforts to find a commonground, and to bring peace upon the lands..

Not to harm but to convert his opponents by love and the suffering that is undergone
by himself and his followers.

To live by example.

In his life, there are many instants that touches one's heart...

A mother approached Gandhi and asked him to advise her child not to take sweets.
Gandhi agreed but ask the mother to come back one week later.
The mother came after one week.

Gandhi took the child into his lap, patted him and said, " Little child, please do not take sweets anymore as it is bad for your health..'

After which Gandhi return the child to his mother.

The mother was puzzled and asked, ' If you have only this advise for my son, why is it that you have towait for one week? '

Gandhi replied, 'Because one week before, I myself am still taking sweets.' .....

Gandhi Ji use to hum the Lines of a Gujerati poet,Shamlal Bhatt, when he was a child :

For a bowl of water give a goodly meal;
For a kindly greeting bow thou down with zeal;
For a single penny pay thou back with gold;
If thy life be rescue, life do not withhold.
Thus the words and actions of the wise regard;
Every little service tenfold they reward.
But the truely noble know all men as one,
And return with gladness good for evil done.

He don't really understand it in his childhood,
but came to know it's profound meaning as he grows up. :) :)


Written in 1998.